<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222</id><updated>2009-11-16T04:15:23.870+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeflin says the darndest things!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-6574961516278702827</id><published>2009-11-16T04:02:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:15:23.880+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life or something like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because i&apos;m only human'/><title type='text'>567.</title><content type='html'>five, the most important thing to me about friendship is sincerity. i don't care about how much money you own, what status you have in society, what car you drive, i just need to know you have a good heart, because with good heart comes good intentions and it builds a solid base in a friendship. even if mistakes occur or something fucks up along the way because of lack of judgment, I know and would understand that it was never malicious and never meant to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six, i was mocked/laughed at the fact that i was being naive/stupid for having think of friendship in such a manner but dude, unlike you I don't run my mouth unnecessarily and the only reason why I think of it in such a way is because I have observed and experienced it long enough to know what's important for me in a friendship. but i remained silent because i don't have to explain something to someone who will never understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven, but I forgot to tell you that I believe in karma and that everything happens for a reason. while I may not be an extremely strong believer in either religion, I believe that there is God and perhaps this was his way of teaching you how to have some humility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-6574961516278702827?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/6574961516278702827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=6574961516278702827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/6574961516278702827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/6574961516278702827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/11/567.html' title='567.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-8370322771202256263</id><published>2009-11-15T07:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:16:57.739+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Eeflin life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>excited and extremely grateful for the opportunity hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will elaborate more when I have a better idea of what's in store for me! but I foresee a really busy summer break - juggling between work, my family (their coming in less than 2 weeks for a month in Dec!), enjoying my holidays and learning something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-8370322771202256263?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/8370322771202256263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=8370322771202256263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/8370322771202256263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/8370322771202256263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/11/excited-and-extremely-grateful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-325198734718153912</id><published>2009-11-13T15:37:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:45:52.182+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life or something like it'/><title type='text'>041106.</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe that it was slightly over 3 years ago when we got together, and tho we've ceased contact over the years- its really good to see you happy with someone else - someone who could give you what I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-325198734718153912?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/325198734718153912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=325198734718153912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/325198734718153912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/325198734718153912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/11/041109.html' title='041106.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-5466499487434514910</id><published>2009-11-12T08:37:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:35:42.888+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zOMG PARTY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VII'/><title type='text'>Come with me, do you remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realized I haven't blogged about PMS x zOMG! yet cos I was waiting for official pictures and what with exams and all so uhrm, kinda takes a little recollection since it happened a good 2 (or 3?) weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways! the week before the fashion show was a mad rush of fittings, catwalk strutting, running around whilst trying to fit some night-time studying. There were lotsa laughter and madness happening backstage, Joy &amp;amp; Li Fang were tasked to make-up a total of 15 models in limited time, there were clothes at every single corner of the VIP room, stacked up pizza boxes, half-naked (^_^ wtf) girls (and guys wtf), vain girls staring at themselves in the mirror again &amp;amp; again, lotsa hair spray wafting to the other, yells of "have you seen my beret/bowler hat/slippers/heels (insert more items here) wtf. But most of all, everyone had fun and it was really great working with Muff+Stit wtf ok I mean Sheryl &amp;amp; Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and ok I snorted on the cat walk when we were doing the first runway when it was supposed to be a sombre/emo walk cos the people I call friends started wolf-whistling/laughing/embarassing me/yelling AUNTY 13/GPS/EG (my friends are too creative with nick names -_-.. I swear I really tried to keep a straight face despite all the ruckus.. but miserably failed wtf)&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://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10525_167373791287_502486287_3390452_4655436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 260px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10525_167373791287_502486287_3390452_4655436_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rehearsals outfit #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10525_167372456287_502486287_3390371_7105782_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 264px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10525_167372456287_502486287_3390371_7105782_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;practise, practise, practise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs071.snc3/13834_172965291287_502486287_3441964_7404752_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 259px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs071.snc3/13834_172965291287_502486287_3441964_7404752_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;krazy models with Sheryl, Ash &amp;amp; Mich right before the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13834_172964436287_502486287_3441900_6591517_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 249px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13834_172964436287_502486287_3441900_6591517_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;outfit #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13834_172964746287_502486287_3441921_356751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 256px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13834_172964746287_502486287_3441921_356751_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13834_172964686287_502486287_3441916_7524806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 248px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13834_172964686287_502486287_3441916_7524806_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13834_172964766287_502486287_3441923_2574067_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 266px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13834_172964766287_502486287_3441923_2574067_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs071.snc3/13834_172964481287_502486287_3441904_3672213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 265px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs071.snc3/13834_172964481287_502486287_3441904_3672213_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;backstage mayhem - too many shoes/clothe/pizzas wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_188338449186_510544186_3869053_4498399_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 374px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15938_188338449186_510544186_3869053_4498399_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs071.snc3/13834_172968266287_502486287_3442118_7551863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 261px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs071.snc3/13834_172968266287_502486287_3442118_7551863_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;showtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs257.snc1/10435_166235781673_111636241673_3278854_7469270_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 260px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs257.snc1/10435_166235781673_111636241673_3278854_7469270_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13834_172968971287_502486287_3442156_1989175_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 263px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs051.snc3/13834_172968971287_502486287_3442156_1989175_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs071.snc3/13834_172969081287_502486287_3442166_5315127_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 250px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs071.snc3/13834_172969081287_502486287_3442166_5315127_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.projectmuffstit.com/"&gt;Muff+Stit&lt;/a&gt; x &lt;a href="http://www.zomgparty.com/"&gt;zOMG&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics taken by Zillie, Ash, James, Iggy, Lisa, me wtf &amp;amp; some stolen off facebook from friends who came for the show. Thanks! :)&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/38502222-5466499487434514910?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/5466499487434514910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=5466499487434514910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/5466499487434514910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/5466499487434514910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-with-me-do-you-remember.html' title='Come with me, do you remember?'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-2281826748860276995</id><published>2009-11-12T07:59:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:14:41.809+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Eeflin life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most days for the past 3 weeks were spent sleeping at 7am, and struggling to wake up by 2pm, all in the name of exams (I know my sleeping time-table's fucked but I function better at night - I like to study when everyone's asleep plus the afternoon heat has been unbereaveber! wtf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food consists of sushi for lunch (if I wake up by 2pm, sushi shop downstairs sells out its nice sushi by 3pm) or coco crunch if I have no choice. Dinner's whatever is the easiest to cook - marinate chicken before end and stored to cook, lotsa steamed veges, tuna rice salad or in some cases - magee mee and would have continued to be if only I didn't ran out of it at home and didn't bother to stock up pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even explain the number of times I've been getting anxiety attacks this finals, I go thru the same process of knowing my stuff, then suddenly freaking out that I don't know enough, start talking a whole bunch of shit to people who would listen, start contemplating on giving up, go out to my balcony to calm my nerves, relax and suddenly realize that panicking will not help at this crucial time, and I come to realize that it's all pre-exam jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its all over now for this sem at least, I've decided to defer a paper because I really can't take the stress anymore and my brain's refusing input that all I see are white papers with green/purple/pink/yellow/black lines and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to re-adjust my bio clock, go out and have some good food, resume social contact and stop talking to the rabbit as means of releasing stress and create a social atmosphere wtf, go back to work and earn more money, do 2 whole baskets of laundry, hand-wash some sweaters, clean my room &amp;amp; my hurricane of notes in the living room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all.. RELAX AND BREATHE BECAUSE I AM DONE FOR THE SEMESTER HAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and perhaps attempting to blog more would be lovely wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-2281826748860276995?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/2281826748860276995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=2281826748860276995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/2281826748860276995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/2281826748860276995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-days-for-3-weeks-were-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-5415194244241389179</id><published>2009-11-01T02:38:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:11:47.788+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is a Melbourne life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VII'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was studying the whole of Thursday night and was nestled comfortably wit my notes, but work beckoned on Friday night and the most irritating part was that it was Halloween, which required for some dress-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was contemplating on not giving a shit because I was engrossed with my notes late Friday, but out of hunger (no food at home T_T) and the sudden realization that all I had was a vampire cape they provided and pretty much nothing else, I decided to venture out to hunt for a red dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up buying something else (epic fail as always), came home and decided to er, rely on superb make-up skills to look like shit (btw this is my first time dressing up for Halloween wtf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I realize all my useless fashion mags I bought over the years (or that's what my Dad calls them "waste of money" he says in utter disgust wtf) came to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some random smoky eye shit with brown+black+maroon eye shadow to make myself look life I've never seen daylight/had no sleep for 100 years. Quite an easy feat considering I don't get much sleep these days anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the tricky part, I don't own a red lipstick so I decided to go for the pale look instead. Applied concealor and set with powder and topped it off with lotsa nude lipsticks, curled my hair a little and teased it to look like a sampah tong, hair-sprayed gaogao and ended up looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs081.snc3/14869_194806646857_751751857_4396005_5995157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs081.snc3/14869_194806646857_751751857_4396005_5995157_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14869_194806666857_751751857_4396008_2027016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14869_194806666857_751751857_4396008_2027016_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs075.snc3/14244_193212695621_506725621_4474022_4960502_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 330px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs075.snc3/14244_193212695621_506725621_4474022_4960502_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14244_193212730621_506725621_4474026_4212363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 332px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14244_193212730621_506725621_4474026_4212363_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woooo~ wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya check out some other powerhouse costumes for the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs075.snc3/14244_193212465621_506725621_4473988_3265690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 246px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs075.snc3/14244_193212465621_506725621_4473988_3265690_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs075.snc3/14244_193212645621_506725621_4474014_51673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 342px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs075.snc3/14244_193212645621_506725621_4474014_51673_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Pope was there too but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14244_193212630621_506725621_4474012_5488441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14244_193212630621_506725621_4474012_5488441_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;little did we know.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14244_193212530621_506725621_4473998_2967115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 326px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14244_193212530621_506725621_4473998_2967115_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs081.snc3/14869_194784531857_751751857_4395709_5637260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 357px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs081.snc3/14869_194784531857_751751857_4395709_5637260_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14869_194784536857_751751857_4395710_6595460_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 357px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14869_194784536857_751751857_4395710_6595460_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14244_193212445621_506725621_4473985_3699368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 363px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14244_193212445621_506725621_4473985_3699368_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo~ wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: pics courtesy of Van &amp;amp; Pigu wtf&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/38502222-5415194244241389179?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/5415194244241389179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=5415194244241389179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/5415194244241389179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/5415194244241389179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-479800402177707087</id><published>2009-10-29T16:01:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:30:30.558+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Eeflin life'/><title type='text'>#8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuklKekuPWI/AAAAAAAACdc/rIxijVjj8HU/s1600-h/IMG_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuklKekuPWI/AAAAAAAACdc/rIxijVjj8HU/s320/IMG_0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397886490316258658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I've been up to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SukkCMSB87I/AAAAAAAACc8/9bvkCDYGR-0/s1600-h/IMG_2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SukkCMSB87I/AAAAAAAACc8/9bvkCDYGR-0/s320/IMG_2463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397885248455439282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiver at 2 months old (and also before he peed on my bed.. because my bed's off limits to him now wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuklKJ7cvmI/AAAAAAAACdU/ak71xC6kFUI/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuklKJ7cvmI/AAAAAAAACdU/ak71xC6kFUI/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397886484774436450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiver, or has been affectionately been called Fai Chai (sorry Adelle -_-) by my friends, age 4 months. Being bullied into cam-whoring because I was stressed and had no one to kacau wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SukkBzNTLwI/AAAAAAAACc0/aMgdWL5uczQ/s1600-h/IMG_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SukkBzNTLwI/AAAAAAAACc0/aMgdWL5uczQ/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397885241724710658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only Adelle can get away with calling me Efffieeee wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SukkBt1ObaI/AAAAAAAACcs/1GHYvzI_pUE/s1600-h/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SukkBt1ObaI/AAAAAAAACcs/1GHYvzI_pUE/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397885240281558434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I had to play babysitter for the week (and yes Fiver can write, he's a smart rabbit wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuklJxXnUCI/AAAAAAAACdM/xuMPkvPPNQc/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuklJxXnUCI/AAAAAAAACdM/xuMPkvPPNQc/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397886478181683234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back stage @ PMS x zOMG! (I'll blog about it when official pictures are out + when I have more time) shitlooooads of pizzas whilst waiting for show time.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuklJiLzjEI/AAAAAAAACdE/dodowkbJh8M/s1600-h/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuklJiLzjEI/AAAAAAAACdE/dodowkbJh8M/s320/IMG_0925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397886474105621570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moshi or MOSH MOSHHH as we girls like to squeal wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs252.snc1/9918_152474126857_751751857_3944336_1569186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs252.snc1/9918_152474126857_751751857_3944336_1569186_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sugar - my favourite dog in the world :)&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/38502222-479800402177707087?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/479800402177707087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=479800402177707087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/479800402177707087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/479800402177707087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/10/8.html' title='#8'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuklKekuPWI/AAAAAAAACdc/rIxijVjj8HU/s72-c/IMG_0937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-7934612458689500159</id><published>2009-10-29T06:20:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:38:47.986+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because i&apos;m only human'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my bid to wind down after another night of mugging, I decided to read my archives during the earlier months of the year before my life spiraled into this big chunk of emotional mess wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happier back then. I blogged more about happy things. I blogged about random funny things. I blogged about cipet people who can't stfu in the library and about me wanting to stand atop a table and yell DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOOKINNNN'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like talking about random daily events anymore because it isn't stupidly funny, its just plain stupid, and it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just too many friend politics going on, but while it doesn't involve me, I've observed enough to realize how disgusting people can be especially when they think others are stupid enough to not catch on to their intentions. In all honesty, pack your fucking egos in a goddamn bag and shove it up ur ass for all I care. Everyone deserves respect, and nobody deserves to be belittled in such a manner, especially when you consider someone to be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why there are so many obnoxious people in the world but I don't think I want to stick around long enough to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, this has been going on for the past few months, which probably contributed to my source of unhappiness, hence blogging about work/events seem like a better way of owning up to the fact that I have come across one to many shitty insincere people. Shitty with a capital S. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-7934612458689500159?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/7934612458689500159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=7934612458689500159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/7934612458689500159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/7934612458689500159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-my-bid-to-wind-down-after-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-3826465496558652040</id><published>2009-10-26T03:09:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T04:08:58.303+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;ve got mail'/><title type='text'>W.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuSAYoMEgwI/AAAAAAAACb8/UXFvv6ulSZI/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuSAYoMEgwI/AAAAAAAACb8/UXFvv6ulSZI/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396579414089958146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear- I don't know if u stil read my blog, but I'm hoping that.. somehow, maybe, you still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want u to know that D and I have nvr given up on you. we've grown up together and you know how much we love you. we've all grown up to be different people having different lives.. but I guess our friendship has no bounds. we haven't had a proper conversation in years. but it doesn't take a lot to know that you're still walking down the same road you have for the past few years. its just sad to know that its hard to get out of it. And try as we might, we wished we had the power to change things or at least make things better.. but we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you too. and like you, we sometimes wish that things were how it was during the final years in high school when there was a reason worth waking up for every morning. Things were less complicated, more transparent and less judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we spend our nights catching up with each other and just reminiscing about those moo days.. and most times, these conversations are tainted with sadness, for how increasingly difficult life is turning out to be the older we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what happens, remember that we were the ones who taught each other about friendship. There were no backs turned.. we had it so easy. Thanks for giving me that best part of my life. Things aren't really a bed of roses over here, insincerity is so apparent it disheartens me that this world is filled with uglies.. and if I could turn back time, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you need us, be sure to know that we are, and will always be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-3826465496558652040?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/3826465496558652040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=3826465496558652040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/3826465496558652040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/3826465496558652040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/10/w.html' title='W.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/SuSAYoMEgwI/AAAAAAAACb8/UXFvv6ulSZI/s72-c/IMG_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-7103546956036600109</id><published>2009-10-21T00:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:55:07.942+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Eeflin life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I foresee a really busy week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rehearsals for the PMS x zOMG! fashion event (yes I'll be strutting down the runway for PMS wtf), library sessions, school, work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-7103546956036600109?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/7103546956036600109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=7103546956036600109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/7103546956036600109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/7103546956036600109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-foresee-really-busy-week-rehearsals.html' title=''/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-4662363818745285194</id><published>2009-10-19T01:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:29:20.375+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zOMG PARTY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VII'/><title type='text'>PMS x zOMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7435_158084051287_502486287_3319928_6874991_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 444px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7435_158084051287_502486287_3319928_6874991_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muff+Stit girls of &lt;a href="http://www.projectmuffstit.com/"&gt;PMS&lt;/a&gt; have teamed up with Ash/Shly of &lt;a href="http://www.zomgparty.com/"&gt;zOMG! PARTY!&lt;/a&gt; to bring you a night of Fashion, Junk, Music, Mayhem and it's all happening this Friday at 7pm @ VII. Tickets are priced at $20 which includes one drink and pre-show finger food and it also gives you access to party on for Velvet @ VII (nama so glamour but it's just yet another Friday night at Seven wtf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tickets-only event, so be sure to grab your tickets quick before they run out (they are limited)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, click on their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=153709696085"&gt;Facebook event page&lt;/a&gt;, or you can head on to their respective websites here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.projectmuffstit.com/"&gt;Project Muff+Stit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zomgparty.com/"&gt;zOMG! PARTY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-4662363818745285194?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/4662363818745285194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=4662363818745285194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/4662363818745285194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/4662363818745285194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/10/pms-x-zomg.html' title='PMS x zOMG!'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-409232589180602795</id><published>2009-10-18T01:25:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:29:44.232+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say bad things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;but no wise words gonna stop the bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving&lt;br /&gt;When a heart breaks no it don't break even, even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-409232589180602795?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/409232589180602795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/409232589180602795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-say-bad-things-happen-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-8381989003901263879</id><published>2009-10-09T06:34:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:14:18.599+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life or something like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Eeflin life'/><title type='text'>Don't quit.</title><content type='html'>I collected the mail today and noticed a letter from my uni but didn't think much of it cos I get random Monash mails every now and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally forgot about it till I got back home about an hour ago and ripped it open thinking it was a confirmation letter for my grad ceremony the end of this year. but I had a really pleasant surprise and I have to say that I am really shocked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/Ss5Bg37BscI/AAAAAAAACb0/Te-s6DQe-aQ/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/Ss5Bg37BscI/AAAAAAAACb0/Te-s6DQe-aQ/s400/IMG_0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390317837032206786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. but extremely happy. The last time I was "one of the top students" was in form 3, a good 7 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may not be a big deal for some high achievers out there, but this is really sweet for me because I was close to giving up on this course when I experienced one too many failures and struggled thru it till I got really depressed and hated uni because I couldn't understand why I used to do so well at school and alright for college, then I came to uni and became the world's stupidest person wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I realized that all my negative thoughts were making things worst so I told myself that I am not, and will not quit, not especially when I know I had the capability of being really good in something if I put my heart in it, so I started talking to more people and understood the industry better (feel stupid half the time, but thanks for all your time and patience), read a little more news even if I hated it wtf and slowly started grasping the concepts and I realized I actually ENJOYED it (nerd alert wtf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to graduate with first-class honours but for what it's worth at least I made it to be one of the top achievers at least once in my uni life, and.. at the very least, I've proved to myself that perseverance and patience will get me to where I want to be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh ok finals in one month I guess it's back to business for the last time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-8381989003901263879?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/8381989003901263879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=8381989003901263879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/8381989003901263879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/8381989003901263879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t quit.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvMPBRB6Ku8/Ss5Bg37BscI/AAAAAAAACb0/Te-s6DQe-aQ/s72-c/IMG_0911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-5157210236298618456</id><published>2009-09-26T13:43:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:46:54.272+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zOMG PARTY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pat chi suo wai wtf'/><title type='text'>Speak to the hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Browsing thru FB pics only to realize Ash has darn A LOT of pics of me with my hands covering my face&lt;br /&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://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5416_117673001287_502486287_2844345_3812489_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 254px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5416_117673001287_502486287_2844345_3812489_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"donlaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5416_117672856287_502486287_2844340_2168187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 263px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5416_117672856287_502486287_2844340_2168187_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"uiiii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5416_127304386287_502486287_2994494_2075043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 262px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5416_127304386287_502486287_2994494_2075043_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"arghhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7435_134667046287_502486287_3092815_7248958_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 256px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7435_134667046287_502486287_3092815_7248958_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"ehhhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs144.snc1/5336_131694326287_502486287_3052482_2058345_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 259px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs144.snc1/5336_131694326287_502486287_3052482_2058345_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"oiiii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5416_123845516287_502486287_2943317_1061609_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 262px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5416_123845516287_502486287_2943317_1061609_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whoop'ing at the DJ booth.. and yes uhrm. I know I have really weird fingers :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7435_138517881287_502486287_3140508_7593606_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 261px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7435_138517881287_502486287_3140508_7593606_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"noooo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7435_146685246287_502486287_3229584_6681025_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 264px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7435_146685246287_502486287_3229584_6681025_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"nooo saveee mee" WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7435_146684861287_502486287_3229567_6622683_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 260px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7435_146684861287_502486287_3229567_6622683_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"stopitlaASh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe he thinks I look better with my face covered.. not surprising since he likes taking stupid pictures of me like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5416_117672941287_502486287_2844343_2690836_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 253px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5416_117672941287_502486287_2844343_2690836_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;holy cow wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs144.snc1/5336_131690581287_502486287_3052373_3337556_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 255px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs144.snc1/5336_131690581287_502486287_3052373_3337556_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yesus christ wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7435_146685231287_502486287_3229583_3873940_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 245px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7435_146685231287_502486287_3229583_3873940_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zomg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7435_138518431287_502486287_3140556_4387363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 253px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7435_138518431287_502486287_3140556_4387363_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pierre: siao cha bo wuuu T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, ripped all these pics off him once again. Pics courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.zomgparty.com/"&gt;Ash Bongbong&lt;/a&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/38502222-5157210236298618456?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/5157210236298618456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=5157210236298618456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/5157210236298618456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/5157210236298618456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/speak-to-hand.html' title='Speak to the hand.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-5879666590064957577</id><published>2009-09-23T06:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T06:18:02.097+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and ohmygod I nearly forgot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-5879666590064957577?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/5879666590064957577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=5879666590064957577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/5879666590064957577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/5879666590064957577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-ohmygod-i-nearly-forgot-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-6393319410690379783</id><published>2009-09-23T05:54:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:10:29.247+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Eeflin life'/><title type='text'>Alwaysalways247</title><content type='html'>So I am rushing for the final piece of assignment for the semester and I am possibly the only person awake at this ungodly hour while everyone is asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 10 days have been an absolute test to my sanity. There were too many dead-lines to meet and there was a mid-sem to study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After handing in my other work last Friday, I went back home thinking that I finally have some time to catch up on sleep only to find out that I had to work that night. Had some after-work drinks, supper at Chilli, spent the entire Saturday sleeping in and waking up for work (again) at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I spent Saturday night in and most of my Sunday getting more rest before I had to soldier on for the new week. Sunday night was spent having some delish rib-eye at Meat &amp;amp; Wine Co with Adelle's parents who are here (and unfortunately whom I am unable to spend much time with the amount of work load I have to finish and my erratic sleeping time-table) but it was nice having her parental units around which made the household seem a little warmer with family love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent mugging for my mid-terms, (and skipping Danny+Shelley's bday celeb - smart move because I'd be digging my own grave if I do go) to which I am thankful for because studying did pay off and I didn't feel stupid looking at the 45 questions that I had to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday and also the day I (unofficially) proclaim my mid-semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly pin-point as to how I feel right now. On one hand I feel relieved that I know this will be over in a matter of a few hours, at the same time I am nervous and stressed because I have no idea how to complete the final bits of my assessment that is due tomorrow. Or maybe I'm just really exhausted I can't seem to think or conjure anymore comprehensible sentences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I haven't been feeling like myself. Maybe its from the lack of sleep or the amount of stress that I've been under but I've been irritable and extremely impatient with nearly every other thing when I can usually handle it on a normal given day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never spent so many sleepless nights and I am on the verge of hallucinating wtf. And as for now, I just need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Thanks and much love to Yeff &amp;amp; Leroy for all the coffee, love, support, company, breaks in between and random stupid conversations about everything under the sun. Most of all, thanks for putting up with me and accommodating to my mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes Yeff I know I'm very funny when I am irritated wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-6393319410690379783?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/6393319410690379783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=6393319410690379783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/6393319410690379783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/6393319410690379783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/alwaysalways247.html' title='Alwaysalways247'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-6841381211809504209</id><published>2009-09-20T10:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:04:16.862+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because i&apos;m only human'/><title type='text'>Greener grass.</title><content type='html'>My only biggest regret about being away from home is that I don't get to see my brother growing up. Sure there's technology and there's holidays.. but it's just different. being physically there and being able to be there for him and be part of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He celebrated his 8th birthday last Friday and I called to wish him and spoke to him for a bit. It made me miss home even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know whether I should pursue happiness or just suck it up and be realistic because the difference lies in two very different countries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-6841381211809504209?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/6841381211809504209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=6841381211809504209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/6841381211809504209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/6841381211809504209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/greener-grass.html' title='Greener grass.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-7247140286650155560</id><published>2009-09-18T14:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:49:43.366+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Eeflin life'/><title type='text'>Jokers of the scene.</title><content type='html'>To lift the depressing mood of my blog, this is a picture of me during happier times wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7624_162004400020_666350020_3978857_183543_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 294px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7624_162004400020_666350020_3978857_183543_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I've just turned into this make-upless, disheveled, spects-wearing pale looking monster. I'm surprised Adelle doesn't scream at the sight of me walking around the house looking like death wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downside, I haven't slept in the past 3 nights. I've foregoed friends' farewells, night outs and meet-ups just so I won't break my cycle of concentration. The earliest I've gone to bed is 830am but usually my brain starts shutting down at 5am but I have to soldier on to finish my tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side.. sleepless nights have paid off. My workload is down to 50%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days of this hell and then my one week break will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  Happy birthday Richardboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. Good bye Ally Ong. Until we meet again wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-7247140286650155560?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/7247140286650155560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=7247140286650155560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/7247140286650155560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/7247140286650155560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/jokers-of-scene.html' title='Jokers of the scene.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-6870403580043902499</id><published>2009-09-17T04:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:15:35.810+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life or something like it'/><title type='text'>Love will find a way.</title><content type='html'>do you still believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-6870403580043902499?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/6870403580043902499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=6870403580043902499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/6870403580043902499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/6870403580043902499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-will-find-way_17.html' title='Love will find a way.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-6230046642448663331</id><published>2009-09-16T02:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:42:37.073+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Eeflin life'/><title type='text'>The big P.</title><content type='html'>When workload swarms up your ass to the extent that you're drowning in it, everything else has to take the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee sessions even though a cuppa would help keep me awake during this point of time&lt;br /&gt;social life even though it would make me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;work even though it would be my source of income&lt;br /&gt;food because stress makes you full&lt;br /&gt;alcohol though it was never a good idea to drown sorrows in it in the first place&lt;br /&gt;sleep even though I feel like my face is going to fall flat unto my laptop at any given time&lt;br /&gt;emotions even if my heart is aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 2000 word long essays and 1 mid-term in the next 7 days is going to be really trying. and when I am done, it would probably be my last set of essays/assignments/mid-terms I would have to face up to for a very long time (or even, for the rest of my life) unless of cos, I decide to be a superwoman and take up a Masters course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please remind me again why do people go to uni to suffer like this. Oh. Wait. I know why. It is because I want a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more week, that's all I ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-6230046642448663331?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/6230046642448663331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=6230046642448663331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/6230046642448663331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/6230046642448663331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-p.html' title='The big P.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-2838343732937208617</id><published>2009-09-13T05:54:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:10:22.645+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being a girl wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Eeflin life'/><title type='text'>Crimewaveee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was in need of a desperate hair trim (split ends galoreeee + hair was getting too long and out of shape making it really hard to curl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booked an appointment with my usual hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for a moment.. and decided to go for the chop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this close to chopping my hair off to about slightly past shoulder length as my ends were badly damaged due to too much bleaching/dyeing/blow-drying/curling but decided to take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jengjeng!&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://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7435_138517891287_502486287_3140509_2832847_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 266px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7435_138517891287_502486287_3140509_2832847_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with Sab &amp;amp; Shelley at work last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;advantage: at least I look my age now wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disadvantage: I dono how the heck ppl stand having bangs for a long period of time because the constant poking into my eyes make me feel bloody sleepy&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/38502222-2838343732937208617?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/2838343732937208617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=2838343732937208617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/2838343732937208617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/2838343732937208617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/crimewaveee.html' title='Crimewaveee.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-5269498861013712115</id><published>2009-09-10T04:14:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:03:35.878+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life or something like it'/><title type='text'>Love can be a many splendid things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs195.snc1/6580_138123549342_622374342_3231885_4063927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 420px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs195.snc1/6580_138123549342_622374342_3231885_4063927_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her crushing digestives, melting chocolates, mixing, tasting, with utmost patience, putting together a masterpiece. I see melted Sara Lee's, chocolate Pocky sticks, a stained freezer, a kitchen counter-top decorated with flour, a nearly successful experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be like that. Giving so much without a whim. Putting in every effort I could muster without breaking a sweat. Sleep could come later because I want nothing but the best, the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what happened along the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda.. forgot how it felt. It's been awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-5269498861013712115?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/5269498861013712115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=5269498861013712115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/5269498861013712115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/5269498861013712115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-can-be-many-splendid-things.html' title='Love can be a many splendid things.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-7162004046393217599</id><published>2009-09-09T04:54:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:11:31.944+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is a Melbourne life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VII'/><title type='text'>Manic Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>3 hours worth of sleep, 4 hours worth of lectures, 2 hours worth of train rides, 3 hours of power nap, 1 hour of playing with Moshi whilst the guys played their stupid FIFA at Ash's, 1 hour of ANTM whilst the guys played their stupid mahjong at Wilson's, half and hour of quick dinner chomping down sushiburgers+tori karaage in lighting speed because we were going to be late for our 2 hour worth of UP in 3d with a boysenberry choctop, 4 hours worth of crown watching bacarats, drinking coffee, watching more bacarats and playing pokie machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my eyes were closing whilst waiting for the boys to finish their Crown sessions. Danny, Lisa &amp;amp; I sipped on beer and watched as this intoxicated white guy pulled out his cock infront of two girls in some desperate attempt to sleep with them. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond exhausted and have a nasty feeling that I'm going to fall sick again.. which is like the second time in the past month. gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and since FB isn't being a bitch tonight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs252.snc1/9918_153983826857_751751857_3966688_1354550_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 375px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs252.snc1/9918_153983826857_751751857_3966688_1354550_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WIG NIGHT last Friday HAHAHAHAH I swear us VIP girls hate working on theme nights especially during kua cheong ones like these hahahahaa.&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/38502222-7162004046393217599?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/7162004046393217599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=7162004046393217599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/7162004046393217599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/7162004046393217599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/manic-tuesday.html' title='Manic Tuesday.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-4267621142751076830</id><published>2009-09-08T04:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T04:35:59.971+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pat chi suo wai wtf'/><title type='text'>I'm not your toy.</title><content type='html'>1. I have 3 hours to sleep before I have to wake up for 2 lectures tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I should sleep but I feel like blogging a little before I call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Friday's wig night was a good laugh. I randomly chose a blue wig and I couldn't stop laughing at how ridiculous I looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fb is being a bitch so I can't let you laugh at how stupid I looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a 2000 word essay due this Friday and I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Spent the past hour listening to Ash's secret leak. 1956 ft. Heartbreaker, Pon De Replay, 247, Infinity, SEXYY BITCHH - lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I say it again and again every week - time passes too fast. We're at week 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thursday nights are called Unlucky for a reason. I had my first experience wiith reverse bombs (a shot of redbull dropped into a big glass of ABC) last week and it made me gag. But the music was good, we were the only Asians in the club and I nicked a flash light off a bouncer yay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. About an hour ago I picked up a call and instead of saying "Hello" I laughed the first minute into our conversation because of the ironyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It took me 15 minutes to complete this shit and now I shall stfu and go to bed wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38502222-4267621142751076830?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/4267621142751076830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=4267621142751076830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/4267621142751076830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/4267621142751076830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-your-toy.html' title='I&apos;m not your toy.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38502222.post-267325750052148477</id><published>2009-09-03T23:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:09:30.474+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zOMG PARTY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is a Melbourne life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VII'/><title type='text'>Merdeka @ CQ: behind the scenes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While most people partied Merdeka Eve away, I spent my time watching everyone getting drunker and drunker by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs124.snc1/5336_131692266287_502486287_3052410_7492174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 235px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs124.snc1/5336_131692266287_502486287_3052410_7492174_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As boring as it may have sounded, work wasn't all THAT bad. When it wasn't busy, we were busy entertaining ourselves in our little corner, jumping, screaming, whooping to the sounds of Ash/Lapsap and just as quickly as I appear to have my one minute of fun, I'll disappear the next minute to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling rather tired because I was busy all week-end. I had very minimal sleep the night before and had to wake up early for a staff lunch with the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wearelapsap"&gt;Lapsap&lt;/a&gt; boys, &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://kimong.com/"&gt;Kim Ong&lt;/a&gt;. Right after that, we rushed over to the zoo with Lapsap and had an extremely express zoo visit (1 hour!). Whilst the zoo was rather a disappointment considering we didn't get to see most animals, we felt like little kids running all over, pointing and simply labelling animals, laughing and poking fun at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I needn't go into details on what happened during the event itself. You can read it at &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2009/09/a-merdeka-down.php"&gt;Kennysia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.kimong.com/?p=716"&gt;Kimong.com&lt;/a&gt; and at &lt;a href="http://www.zomgparty.com/home/2009/9/2/weekend-roundup-2-lapsap-ed.html"&gt;zOMG! PARTY!&lt;/a&gt;. Even &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/9/3/nation/4641418&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt; had a write-up on the night :)&lt;br /&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://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145927134342_622374342_3351869_6750943_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 399px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145927134342_622374342_3351869_6750943_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenny &amp;amp; DJ Ash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3am was the time when the ones who were working came out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you can even utter "what the fuck", suddenly more whiskey bottles appeared at our little corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kennysia"&gt;Kenny's tweets&lt;/a&gt;, this would probably explain his hangover the next morning.&lt;br /&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://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5409_130633602329_512112329_2976398_6345616_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 249px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5409_130633602329_512112329_2976398_6345616_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was bullied into drinking more than he should hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was also an ongoing joke about "ketams" which got really obsessive over the Merdeka week-end. Heck, even Kenny &amp;amp; Kim started catching on to it hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs144.snc1/5336_131694396287_502486287_3052483_6905441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 255px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs144.snc1/5336_131694396287_502486287_3052483_6905441_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the KETAM hand sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever we see any of our friends talking to the opposite sex, out comes the ketam hand-sign, much like doing twinkle twinkle little stars wtf. I feel so stupid talking about it but it has been our source of entertainment for the past few weeks because we're stupid like that hahahahaha.&lt;br /&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://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs124.snc1/5336_131692441287_502486287_3052413_5577203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 264px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs124.snc1/5336_131692441287_502486287_3052413_5577203_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cheers to Malaysia and uh, ketams wtf.&lt;br /&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://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145934169342_622374342_3351909_6201985_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 374px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145934169342_622374342_3351909_6201985_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blink rehydrating himself. have you seen him on the sets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5409_130156117329_512112329_2970415_4236062_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 446px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5409_130156117329_512112329_2970415_4236062_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5409_130156062329_512112329_2970406_3725161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 251px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5409_130156062329_512112329_2970406_3725161_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HE IS ONE HELLUVA ENERGIZER BUNNY!&lt;br /&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://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145934164342_622374342_3351908_4112167_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 398px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145934164342_622374342_3351908_4112167_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://seindahirama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zillieman&lt;/a&gt;, DJ Ash &amp;amp; DJ Chris Ooi&lt;br /&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://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145927179342_622374342_3351876_1652708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145927179342_622374342_3351876_1652708_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with DJ Xu, Kim Ong &amp;amp; Lisa. Xu suffered the entire weekend because we kept making him drinkdrinkdrinkdrinkdrink from the time he arrived to the day he left. poor guy but HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145934184342_622374342_3351911_5894668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 368px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145934184342_622374342_3351911_5894668_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Xu, you sure you're going to have that beer ah....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145927164342_622374342_3351874_3335468_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 265px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145927164342_622374342_3351874_3335468_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenny surrounded by ketams wtfwtfwtfwtfwtf (as he was all thru the night AHA!)&lt;br /&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://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145927184342_622374342_3351877_6860383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 390px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145927184342_622374342_3351877_6860383_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iggy killing Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145939244342_622374342_3352015_7150482_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145939244342_622374342_3352015_7150482_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with David, Kim, Ash &amp;amp; Blink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145934234342_622374342_3351917_3680580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 387px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145934234342_622374342_3351917_3680580_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"zOMG it's Zillieman!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145939199342_622374342_3352010_189589_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145939199342_622374342_3352010_189589_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like godzilla next to Kim! for one she's really petite.. and she's really soft-spoken and then there's me. monsterous and manly like hell wtf.&lt;br /&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://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145927159342_622374342_3351873_371469_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 379px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145927159342_622374342_3351873_371469_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;told you Kenny was repetitively getting bullied.. if it wasn't drinking, it was being abusive wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145934224342_622374342_3351916_662351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 426px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145934224342_622374342_3351916_662351_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"YOU BETTER DRINK AH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145934249342_622374342_3351919_520047_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5540_145934249342_622374342_3351919_520047_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with Zillie &amp;amp; Ash the bunny wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merdeka @ CQ was one of the nights when I realized I'll never walk into a club feeling the same way about R&amp;amp;B ever again. And I've never been more proud of our Malaysian DJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zomgparty.com/"&gt;DJ Ash&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favourite DJs for a reason. It isn't because I'm biased cos he's a friend of mine. And no it also isn't because he can blackmail me with the pic he has of me shit-faced on my couch with a frying pan next to me in his BB wtf (I tell you these guys are blind they can't see a bloody dustbin and they dug thru my kitchen and found a frying pan in case I needed to puke aih T_T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's different, and his sets are nothing short of surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145838844342_622374342_3350313_4405853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5540_145838844342_622374342_3350313_4405853_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DJ Ash/Shly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, one night he even spun this 12-minute Leo Ku canto song just for the fun of it and all of us went absolutely ballistic and even those who couldn't speak canto started a massive karaoke session right on the dance floor itself HAHA. He's the reason why I got hooked on electromash tho I used to snub it before tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wearelapsap"&gt;Lapsap&lt;/a&gt; spin? I used to only step into Phuture back in KL but this time round, I'm definitely ditching it for Bar Sonic wtf. The energy from Lapsap is just CRAZY. It's like being in a mosh pit at a really massive concert. You scream, you jump, you sing and most of all, the adrenaline rush you get from the music is just insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5409_130155777329_512112329_2970358_3103087_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 466px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5409_130155777329_512112329_2970358_3103087_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LAPSAP @ CQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even blew Melbourne away when they spun at Eurotrash the night before. Word has it that the Melbourne crowd just stood and stared in awe as they spun.. probably never expected a bunch of wacky Asians to be able to spin such good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure, we were all a good 8 hour's flight away, building or living our lives away from home.&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://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5409_130633622329_512112329_2976402_2003441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs126.snc1/5409_130633622329_512112329_2976402_2003441_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 5nd, Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But one thing's for sure - everyone had fun that night and we sure showed that Malaysians in Melbourne sure know how to partayyy! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics credit: &lt;a href="http://www.zomgparty.com/"&gt;Ash &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://seindahirama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zillieman&lt;/a&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/38502222-267325750052148477?l=eeflin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/feeds/267325750052148477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38502222&amp;postID=267325750052148477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/267325750052148477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38502222/posts/default/267325750052148477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeflin.blogspot.com/2009/09/merdeka-cq-behind-scenes.html' title='Merdeka @ CQ: behind the scenes.'/><author><name>Eeflin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127996649670135065</uri><email>evelyn.llc@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16460842676176646105'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>