<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:19:32.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choc talk</title><subtitle type='html'>eat it.
drink it.
lick it.
thats it.
chocolate's fantastic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>401</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2225367148871152802</id><published>2010-06-12T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:57:44.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the high life. yesterday ended with mich and i reaching home close to one, sitting around talking about how we'd miss this place, friends we'd probably never see again, the life we have here. there are so many things i'll find hard to let go of and i don't even know where to begin. we resorted to listening to rihanna just so that we don't unleash the tear ducts. we had home-cooked thai food at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2225367148871152802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2225367148871152802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_06_06_archive.html#2225367148871152802' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4693190808_31ab60119f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-4430218365979091504</id><published>2010-06-11T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T04:06:11.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all my bags are packed, i'm ready to go, not. the internet is down. well, not really. my wireless is down and only the ethernet port is working. |: it's SO weird because i can use wireless with my iphone but not my mac. |: so it was an annoying six hours on wed when i kept trying to connect. and being a techno noob (i am so catching on to the lingo of the young these days), i really had not many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4430218365979091504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4430218365979091504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_06_06_archive.html#4430218365979091504' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4032/4689934997_9aa7af128e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7635812751726524041</id><published>2010-06-06T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:29:13.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the abercrombie experience.the day felt so long (but in a good way). mich, yiling and i spent close to 12 hours having dimsum, chilling at starbucks after visiting abercrombie (the clothes are so expensive here i'm going to the US' shop instead hahah), and ended our day with delish indian curry at masala zone. with a little more than a week left in london, the time spent with them felt so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7635812751726524041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7635812751726524041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_06_06_archive.html#7635812751726524041' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1308/4676762940_ee055cc14b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8174504656802288933</id><published>2010-06-04T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:17:57.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the night was young.may, mich and i had a quasi-bof marathon yesterday to celebrate our post-exams liberation over pizza, nachos - junk, in short. haha i realise we've celebrated our finishing of exams with pizza/junk twice in a row. it should be a tradition ! but then, problem is that this is our final academic year (aside from part a bar back at NUS, which is not counted). ): but it was quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8174504656802288933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8174504656802288933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_05_30_archive.html#8174504656802288933' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4668958938_f3134937a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2502979670426892353</id><published>2010-06-02T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:55:34.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and this, is the way home.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2502979670426892353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2502979670426892353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_05_30_archive.html#2502979670426892353' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/TAYqF5ihLsI/AAAAAAAABok/_6J3tzMEEJk/s72-c/IMG_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-976538562231305976</id><published>2010-06-01T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:46:44.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the way to school.i think i should make a bucket list for london - a little less than three weeks till i leave.i'm suddenly reminded of a conversation i had with the pops.me: pops, my paper was bad.pops: go and ask for a refund of exam fees ! how can the quality of the paper be bad.LOL.i've just started on antm cycle 14. and its hilarious what some of the models say/do. and just to give an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/976538562231305976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/976538562231305976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_05_30_archive.html#976538562231305976' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4659826496_11a91a11ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1868053727836909484</id><published>2010-05-30T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T05:41:28.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>road tripping to manchester/sheffield.so monday marked the end of my masters at king's (well, sort of - i've still got a research essay to do that's due coming sept, but i'm putting off that for now). the pops and younger bro came over to london with my uncle and cousin, and we drove up (or is it down? my geography is really bad hahah) to manchester and sheffield to look at the universities. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1868053727836909484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1868053727836909484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_05_30_archive.html#1868053727836909484' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4652567991_c561a27425_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8635143720253000145</id><published>2010-05-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:27:31.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how much is that doggy in the window?mental health law paper's over - it was mental (pardon the pun haha) because i had several brain freezes and started filling up pages with irrelevant material. but at least i'm done with having to memorise what mental disorder/capacity/DSPD means; sections of MHA/MCA; statistics of the mentally disordered in prisons etc. so i unintentionally gave myself a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8635143720253000145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8635143720253000145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_05_09_archive.html#8635143720253000145' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1410/4601712395_75dfded104_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7549469705021399799</id><published>2010-04-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:16:52.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she studied too hard.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7549469705021399799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7549469705021399799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_04_18_archive.html#7549469705021399799' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4540183798_9456b3c443_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-838424681070149410</id><published>2010-03-30T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:17:04.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>therapy.love breakfasts on weekends with my pops and crazily-enthusiastic army brother. (:so one jetlagged morning, when i woke up at an unearthly hour of five am (having slept only at two am), i crept down to the kitchen and raided my baking cabinet for all the ingredients i needed for a carrot cake - a newfound love of mine. i've been wanting to try baking one on my own for months now. so two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/838424681070149410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/838424681070149410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_03_28_archive.html#838424681070149410' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4477768931_d8c527d3ee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1652570568782946195</id><published>2010-03-21T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:55:20.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello, you.school is somewhat winding down - i'm into last week of school, which unfortunately ALSO means revision for exams is starting. this is the part i'm dreading the most. |: but on a positive note, i'm homebound soon ! i get to see gigi ! YAYY.anw, i realise two entries within the span of less than an hour is abit, sad. but in my defense, this was written two weeks ago but i never got down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1652570568782946195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1652570568782946195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_03_21_archive.html#1652570568782946195' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4425902630_6dfe001890_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8965837442319422974</id><published>2010-03-21T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:21:58.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rubber-band double stars.the cake my cousins designed/bought for me from oxford. (: sooo sweetttt. ((: they left yesterday morning. so the week they were here saw us squeezing in the couch watching The Fly (a really old movie about a scientist who teleported himself with a fly, causing a fusion of the two) with not-so-occasional squirms and kevin covering his eyes for most of the movie because it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8965837442319422974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8965837442319422974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_03_21_archive.html#8965837442319422974' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2704/4451608779_63c1ed2fe4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1805246985839276476</id><published>2010-03-04T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:53:22.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mid-week happiness.our (mich, squish, yiling and her friend, caryn !) night out - starting with dinner at pho, and ended with Sister Act. the cast had really awesome voices !on impulse, i bought a storybook on amazon because it was going for £1.48 ! its by lionel shriver. i figured, by simple logic, that if i liked the other book of hers (we need to talk about kevin), i'd like this. cannot wait </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1805246985839276476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1805246985839276476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_02_28_archive.html#1805246985839276476' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6376498450141260117</id><published>2010-02-19T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:18:06.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we ♥ steamboat !last night we had our reunion dinner over hotpot at my place. (: love, love, love steamboat. after polishing almost all the food (our stomachs were at full force), we started gathering around my laptop laughing at the most random things on youtube - go search 'mega shark vs. giant octopus' omg da bomb hahah. anw, i've been seeing a sudden use of abbreviations of late and it's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6376498450141260117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6376498450141260117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_02_14_archive.html#6376498450141260117' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4371594088_78224d6761_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2602091712758412667</id><published>2010-02-16T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T02:33:46.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Pancakes Tuesday !i usually associate pancakes with macs brekkie. i think it's been a decade since my last pancake (oh the horrors). it's not because i dislike pancakes or anything; it's just that i always order sausage macmuffin. so Pancake Day today gave us a good reason to have pancakes ! brunch was a stack of (good ol' trusty) betty crocker's premixed pancakes, drizzled with chocolate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2602091712758412667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2602091712758412667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_02_14_archive.html#2602091712758412667' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/4362819113_667e18a60b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3864135816018425181</id><published>2010-02-15T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:18:44.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>新年快乐 ！home-made douboukki !and so, reunion dinner was at jas/jamin's place where we watched one of huang fei hong's show that apparently is always played on channel eight during chinese new year. and then, the girls started watching huanzhugege, which obviously chased all the guys away from the room haha.valentines' day was spent with mich, steph, jennie and guan at princi - this really pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3864135816018425181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3864135816018425181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_02_14_archive.html#3864135816018425181' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4359751144_107dceb628_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8142123945864196309</id><published>2010-02-14T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:16:33.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so we celebrateour submitting of our research essay plans (and the completion of my assessed essay) - i was sooo nervous when i had to upload and submit my research essay plan that mich had to go 'just submit it woman !' she went on saying, 'dont worry, singaporeans never fail.' THAT is the most worst part !! if i fail, not only will i be the first to fail this (because no one has failed this so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8142123945864196309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8142123945864196309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_02_14_archive.html#8142123945864196309' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4356793753_a83dc9d4cc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7476488644374081677</id><published>2010-02-09T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T03:03:58.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>winter's overstay. cute gloves mich got me for christmas !it's been a long dreadful winter this year. ok maybe not that dreadful because i still think that snow's really quite a pretty sight (when i'm indoors, and not outside trying to brave the piercing winds and the darting snowflakes). besides, i actually like winter wear - one of the many things i'll miss when i go home for good come june. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7476488644374081677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7476488644374081677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_02_07_archive.html#7476488644374081677' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4342607097_870fc330cc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2593431283418062310</id><published>2010-02-05T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:21:37.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>          seven weeks,    till we'll meet again.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2593431283418062310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2593431283418062310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_01_31_archive.html#2593431283418062310' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4333643588_991c9ec902_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6796264730287917893</id><published>2010-01-24T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T10:25:13.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the bane of my existence.so far, hours of readings on ISPs, ccTLDs, gTLDs, codes, encryption... most of which are probably already chucked somewhere remote in my brain, making retrieving such information an almost impossible task; a folder saved 'computer crime essay.doc' with only the question typed out; and a week till my deadline. |: tomorrow, i shall be focused. tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6796264730287917893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6796264730287917893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2010_01_24_archive.html#6796264730287917893' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/S1yPag1vaII/AAAAAAAABnw/wBoMrUtUh8o/s72-c/Computer_Crimes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2394670775963736168</id><published>2009-12-02T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:55:54.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let's paint the town our nails red.   the week's been passing by quite fast - it's mid-week already ! a little more than 2 weeks till home. (: yayy ! i'm going to talk a little about the weather again (haha a very british thing apparently - weather almost always features in conversations and not because there's nothing else to talk about). it was crazily cold two days ago !! it went down to zero </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2394670775963736168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2394670775963736168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_11_29_archive.html#2394670775963736168' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/Sxa2x3gRGsI/AAAAAAAABnY/QWIbT2Vagn4/s72-c/Photo+65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-4996685549211939542</id><published>2009-11-18T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:36:57.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one of my favouriteswitzerland, july 2009mistake-proned week so far because -i spent £8 plus on surfing the net using my phone thinking that it was free because i thought i'd been switched to the free web tariff (when in fact, i wasn't, obviously). |:During crim class yesterday, the entire class started hearing music coming from somewhere, and the tutor stopped halfway and asked the class, 'is it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4996685549211939542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4996685549211939542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_11_15_archive.html#4996685549211939542' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SwNbDBhw2-I/AAAAAAAABmg/JeW7A_g9Uqs/s72-c/DSC07703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1209306723171771171</id><published>2009-11-09T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:38:17.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the day we felt a little dumb.so in our three years in the UK, we haven't actually visited cambridge/oxford despite saying we would many many times. it finally materialised because of this:the both of us stayed up all the way till 4am, took a cab to king's cross station because there were no straight night buses running to the station from mich's place, only to realise that trains to brussels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1209306723171771171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1209306723171771171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_11_08_archive.html#1209306723171771171' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SvdFjZEJqCI/AAAAAAAABko/bcHCNe2rXL4/s72-c/DSC08011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1043855858546136557</id><published>2009-11-07T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:45:18.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these made my day ! ♥despite the fact that my belgium trip was cancelledspiced vanilla scent from bodyshopsuper cute innocent drinks with mini-hats !toffee nut latte !!! (:plus the day trip to cambridge with mich, which i'll update on soon !the weather's getting quite dreadful; temperature's been dipping sub-ten, and it rained quite heavily (singapore-style, which is really quite rare here - it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1043855858546136557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1043855858546136557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1043855858546136557' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SvXgOQMbW4I/AAAAAAAABkg/hFMNRnwNH-k/s72-c/IMG_0503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8383173001600939115</id><published>2009-11-01T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:57:15.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>of scones and cinnamon spiced tea famous south ken crepes ! yummy korean food !the three of us bought this in the end hahah (oh yes, this picture was taken in h&amp;m even before we bought them)the orangery, kensington palace this weekend was so much fun ! finally got to meet mayling's sister, hweeling ! hahah we, uhm sort of ate most of the time HAHA with shopping in between. oh us gluttons.on wed, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8383173001600939115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8383173001600939115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8383173001600939115' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/Su97niZNTxI/AAAAAAAABkA/jijz8kugs9A/s72-c/14338_165516981684_538696684_3292305_2856522_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-4794349887879842598</id><published>2009-10-20T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:42:26.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just because; i procrastinate. this is what the law school is doing to our money - business cards for networking. (but i secretly find it quite cool hahah)what are the chances really, the two writers of this article have the names of both my brothers.ok this is a green tea sponge cake with green tea ice-cream - it's actually not very nice. but i'm putting it up because i'm suddenly craving for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4794349887879842598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4794349887879842598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_10_18_archive.html#4794349887879842598' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/St4fGHq1tyI/AAAAAAAABhg/UZEDCYTOgss/s72-c/DSC08008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-5505311397164736873</id><published>2009-10-12T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:51:19.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a not so blue mondaystarbucks' free muffin day !this is the third week into school, and already i'm behind on my readings. |: i think it hasn't hit me yet that school's started in full force; i'm still missing the first laid back summer i've had in a long time (no internships whatsoever in the way). oh summer, where fore art thou, summer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5505311397164736873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5505311397164736873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_10_11_archive.html#5505311397164736873' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/StUqZA3m7RI/AAAAAAAABgw/_tv_ZsRABO0/s72-c/DSC07996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6859226192642223062</id><published>2009-10-10T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:51:10.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the day we realised that age has finally caught up with us.a little more than six months ago, yiling mich and i were at thorpe park sitting all these scary roller coaster rides and still, feeling all fine and dandy. six months later, we went back to take their newest ride, Saw, which had an almost 90 degrees turn. omg yiling and i freaked out ! the worst thing was that we were on the front row ! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6859226192642223062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6859226192642223062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_10_04_archive.html#6859226192642223062' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/StUMjw5oKhI/AAAAAAAABgo/3zgNWQf4SQY/s72-c/stealth-5-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6506707534986373384</id><published>2009-10-04T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:46:40.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first week back in londontgif with mayling &amp; mich !we attempted mona lisa: and then came unglamness: the burger that we couldn't finish.central perk in london !!they opened a makeshift central perk in london for two weeks to celebrate Friends' anniversary, and apparently gunther made a guest appearance ! we wanted to go in to have a coffee but the queue was insane and they stopped allowing people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6506707534986373384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6506707534986373384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_10_04_archive.html#6506707534986373384' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/StOxlQEAYNI/AAAAAAAABgM/DUDisNeHqlE/s72-c/10534_593641546026_60507849_35994519_1474202_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3005115363057911509</id><published>2009-06-19T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:18:56.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>munich part II:pretzel !Dachau Concentration Camp'honour the dead, warn the living' - this statue was designed and made by the victims of the concentration camp, and the words inscribed on it were the exact words those victims wanted to convey. the statue represents the defiance they have against their perpetrators because the man is standing with his head held high; he has his hands in his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3005115363057911509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3005115363057911509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_06_14_archive.html#3005115363057911509' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/Sjv6DVYoifI/AAAAAAAABe0/NkbP7H-dVmc/s72-c/IMG_2308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7149577240081652489</id><published>2009-06-18T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:15:50.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>München, nicht (Munich, fail)so our trip to München ended with a series of unfortunate events.mich forgot to pack her pjswe didn't go to the jewish &amp; bmw museums we had planned to because of sheer laziness (we didn't sleep for 24 hours so by the time we reached our hotel, we were hungry and too tired to move)we realised that we had to book for a tour guide to enter the neuschwanstein castle so we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7149577240081652489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7149577240081652489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_06_14_archive.html#7149577240081652489' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SjrD-yOV0NI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_hBYZLKGdDY/s72-c/IMG_2343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8057154257288548138</id><published>2009-06-11T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:39:48.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ewan mcgregor, the ghost (2010)i am going to watch the movie for sure !! (: cannot wait. hahah it's filmed where i live, how often do you get that ! and i was hoping that i'd be called on to be an extra, but alas, i got chased away instead hahah. and so the entire morning till afternoon, i spent my time popping my head out to watch the filming, and then crossing to the other side of the road to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8057154257288548138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8057154257288548138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_06_07_archive.html#8057154257288548138' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SjFhHZldR-I/AAAAAAAABZo/b8nGb0SvMF0/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-4640554108113740224</id><published>2009-06-07T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:25:07.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so, it ends. four days ago, my undergraduate life at king's ended with a human rights paper. this year's papers have been by far, the worst. and i don't know what i should be expecting from it, but i'm glad that my exams are finally over. halfway through my final paper, i started thinking about how i've still got a question and a half to finish before the end of my exams. and it wasn't as if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4640554108113740224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4640554108113740224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_06_07_archive.html#4640554108113740224' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2032776504648161513</id><published>2009-05-10T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:07:48.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today, my life begins me: dad, i'm losing steam. ):dad: go to the sauna.on msn,dad: that's a nice picture of you and your mum but if i were her, i wouldn't want it to be posted up because it makes her looks much older.mich saw it, and at first she kept silent until i started replying him, "heyy dad." and THEN mich went: OMG hahaha i was thinking which friend of yours is so tactless !!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2032776504648161513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2032776504648161513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_05_10_archive.html#2032776504648161513' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/Sgc86QFIyqI/AAAAAAAABYs/ZkYOSOahOSs/s72-c/DSC07547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6089838022745997000</id><published>2009-04-24T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:00:16.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the world can be a very ugly place. i got screamed at for saying "excuse me" at sain's. so here is how the story goes.there was a trolley in the middle of an aisle, and on opposite ends of the trolley stood two ladies, both looking at the shelves on each side of the aisle. so not knowing whose trolley that belonged to, i randomly picked one lady, and said very nicely, "sorry, excuse me." she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6089838022745997000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6089838022745997000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_04_19_archive.html#6089838022745997000' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SfH51dub1hI/AAAAAAAABYU/CxkQxvra1lc/s72-c/spl94264_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-5057819902035950501</id><published>2009-04-15T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:28:48.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spring, oh sweet springas much as spring brings with it colours and warmth to dreary london (and those, i embrace), it has brought flies and lizards to my place. GROSSSSSS. it's not always yellow flowers, chirping birds and green lawns. if only spring meant just that to me, instead of revision/exams. ):anyhow, yesterday, i don't know what came over me but i watched the liverpool-chelsea match </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5057819902035950501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5057819902035950501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_04_12_archive.html#5057819902035950501' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SeYxLVmi9DI/AAAAAAAABYM/uk3vG7qi65c/s72-c/spring+showers' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1081227653068969211</id><published>2009-04-11T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:45:35.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beautifully imperfectit's really touching, i teared. i think i know why i like movies/shows that make me cry, it gives me a legitimate reason for the tears to flow, without the need to explain otherwise. if there is any truth in the old wive's tale that a mole near the eye means that you are prone to crying, then maybe that explains it.it has been an especially taxing week - 'especially' because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1081227653068969211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1081227653068969211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_04_05_archive.html#1081227653068969211' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-266888658636548056</id><published>2009-03-15T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:39:21.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  thorpe parkyesterday, mich yiling and i went to thorpe park ! (: it was sooo much fun - just being in an amusement park, taking thrilling ride after ride, eating junk (we shared a 10-pc chicken bucket and 4 packs of fries from kfc within the three of us, and we finished most of it |:, and cornetto donut !) and just letting loose.i'm really sleepy now. my head is throbbing quite badly, i think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/266888658636548056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/266888658636548056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_03_15_archive.html#266888658636548056' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SbwqQayawpI/AAAAAAAABX8/-G-VpWF1-0I/s72-c/rush_thumb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2367272445121282359</id><published>2009-02-01T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:09:20.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the dust of snowit's snowing right now. and it's so pretty, not just because i'm sitting warmly inside the house. i stood by the window, pulled open the blinds, and watched the flakes fall silently. it's not my first time witnessing a snowfall, but there's still something magical about it for me. the white stands out so strikingly against nightfall - it's like fairydust.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2367272445121282359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2367272445121282359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2367272445121282359' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SYX_MuWfzxI/AAAAAAAABXU/9FBg5GmYuXw/s72-c/DSC07471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-5399215673412091572</id><published>2009-01-29T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:16:52.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy lunar new year !  over steamboat, really sweet dessert wine, black sesame tangyuan (my favourite flavour !) and chinese new year songs from youtube, the law people had our reunion dinner. (: so it has been 28 days since the new year's been here, 29 since i've turned 21. i keep telling myself to blog about my (really, really wonderful) birthday and because i fear that i'll forget about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5399215673412091572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5399215673412091572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2009_01_25_archive.html#5399215673412091572' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SYDyvkrqMpI/AAAAAAAABW8/oLHCH9AxPM0/s72-c/n60507849_34688731_3694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7458231331834071640</id><published>2008-12-19T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:05:22.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Chandler is not even a name, it's barely even a word. it's kinda like chandelier, but it's not ! it's a stupid non-name !" -joey, friends. this is the Snaresbrook Crown Court - snuck in a picture with my iphone because i arrived an hour earlier than i was supposed to. note to self: half ten means half past ten in the UK. and although i don't like mince pies (i got cheated by the name, i thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7458231331834071640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7458231331834071640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_12_14_archive.html#7458231331834071640' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SUwJ0xAWhtI/AAAAAAAABWE/IDgzMnhXPG4/s72-c/IMG_0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8971654929767014739</id><published>2008-12-15T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:31:10.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quite apart from the fact that i started my first day job-shadowing in a law firm here, nothing exciting is happening for me. i had to travel from holborn to snaresbrook crown court, which was all the way in zone four ! but no, i didn't get lost. (: anyhow, i pretty much spent my day sitting there watching the trial begin. in point-form now, it was interesting because --there was a jury, which is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8971654929767014739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8971654929767014739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_12_14_archive.html#8971654929767014739' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-5923723450528947374</id><published>2008-12-12T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:18:12.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderfuli came home from heathrow last night, to find this post-it on my toilet mirror. to mich: it feels strange without you here in london with me; it feels like something's missing. ): thanks for the little note, it really made me smile. (: i haven't thanked you proper for the wonderful talks/sleepovers/lunches/dinners we've had this term - so, thank you. enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5923723450528947374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5923723450528947374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_12_07_archive.html#5923723450528947374' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SULeuW_162I/AAAAAAAABVU/r-I49rvtuGs/s72-c/IMG_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6130106110100644383</id><published>2008-12-09T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:00:05.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's beginning to feel a little like christmas  my prized possession:yesterday, mich and i went shopping. and i decided (finally) to buy this box set. it was a steal at £50 ! ok i actually do have season one to ten of friends back home already, but the thing is, i've lost a few seasons here and there because i lent it to friends but i forgot who. |: and because i bought each season separately, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6130106110100644383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6130106110100644383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_12_07_archive.html#6130106110100644383' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/ST7UDONuHbI/AAAAAAAABU0/ZLFtXp1Kau0/s72-c/IMG_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8538841353156645710</id><published>2008-12-03T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:40:49.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let it snow, let it snow, let it snowchristmas decorations along oxford street:at hamley's, they were cool helmets ! you can put like a can on the helmet and drink from the tube ! hahah the three of them bought one each. and this, is what the living room transformed into for that week:at the tower of london:and currently, i'm missing out on two awesome things that will be happening on the 6th of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8538841353156645710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8538841353156645710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_11_30_archive.html#8538841353156645710' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/STcqINa7xjI/AAAAAAAABUM/en4qSOxNEBA/s72-c/P1090624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2172516703542802325</id><published>2008-12-01T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:02:08.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know i've procrastinated long enough, but cand, here's federer (as promised) hahah. (:  between the previous post, and this, there was the barcelona trip with mich &amp; mayling - we didn't go as mad shopping as we thought we would haha but we still managed to get some pretty clothes back ! my younger bro and his two friends came to london for a little less than a week. it was nice having them here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2172516703542802325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2172516703542802325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_11_30_archive.html#2172516703542802325' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/STRYIqH6BvI/AAAAAAAABTU/j1xuFcgWNlE/s72-c/DSC07247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-4725160981976274496</id><published>2008-11-04T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:50:41.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go obama !i've been following CNN for live coverage of the US election. and i just heard one of the backstage crew (who's in charge of processing the elections data) say, "i've got a lot of readings to do..." - so do i. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4725160981976274496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4725160981976274496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_11_02_archive.html#4725160981976274496' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SRC0LKADu4I/AAAAAAAABS0/_6aMutV8J0Q/s72-c/obama+!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-9196628882746724703</id><published>2008-11-02T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:20:51.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jeudi 30 octobre 2008:first match - del potro/david nalbandian (nalbandian won):second match - andy roddick/gilles simon (roddick won):  third match - tsonga/djokovic (tsonga won):   to be continued.i could hardly get into the momentum of doing my readings today. so i wiped the floors, cleaned the toilet, did my laundry - anything but study. so my international trade readings are only halfway (or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/9196628882746724703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/9196628882746724703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_11_02_archive.html#9196628882746724703' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SQ4H9HExrYI/AAAAAAAABRc/OxjZrJyvpUo/s72-c/DSC07140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6396445515369824573</id><published>2008-11-01T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:41:50.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bonsoir !i miss her beaucoup (hahaha an attempt to include a little french - beaucoup means 'very much'). today, mich &amp; i spent our last morning in paris walking into french pet shops, looking at those adorable dogs. and it only made us miss our dogs back home so much more.and last week, mich &amp; i had a sleepover in our primark pyjamas and with a tub of comfort b&amp;js. (:tomorrow's the last day of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6396445515369824573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6396445515369824573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_10_26_archive.html#6396445515369824573' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SQzQeiQzHNI/AAAAAAAABQ8/7_x5r3Cd8x0/s72-c/DSC07090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3689440852913275613</id><published>2008-10-25T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:27:36.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love is always seventeen  before                                                                   afterlast night, mich &amp; i bought indian food from this family-owned small restaurant from the road opposite where i live. and then we celebrated (ok we didn't actually intend it as a celebration of any sort) the start of our reading week with a tub of low fat frozen yoghurt strawberry cheesecake b&amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3689440852913275613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3689440852913275613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_10_19_archive.html#3689440852913275613' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SQO2NUS1OmI/AAAAAAAABQc/pGSjlJR39Cc/s72-c/IMG_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2448412379467564946</id><published>2008-10-23T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:42:24.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>of french &amp; friendson sat night, the group of us mushroom interns from drew went for chloe's birthday:us at supper thereafter !and then somewhere along the week, i had this great spanish lunch with squish for £10 ! i know, i've been spending so much on eating out these days. mich can attest to that - what with our spontaneous before-lecture-lunches at pubs, cafe nero; our many dinners at nando's.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2448412379467564946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2448412379467564946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_10_19_archive.html#2448412379467564946' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SQDpqxsNK4I/AAAAAAAABQM/ZbgWY7OhPCM/s72-c/n1320192333_129507_5124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1449937518558716135</id><published>2008-10-20T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:05:11.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go britain !the other day i was walking to school when i saw a huggeeee mob. so being the busybody i am, i stood there watching the band march by, and then truck after truck of the olympic medallists from the UK. it's nice to know that this country's people have so much pride in them. they were waving flags, and shouting 'well done !', and clapping. i think i'm falling ill because last night my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1449937518558716135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1449937518558716135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_10_19_archive.html#1449937518558716135' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SPzoWJNMiFI/AAAAAAAABPM/TxVJCxaNL34/s72-c/IMG_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8863592042691576584</id><published>2008-10-14T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:32:40.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been a while, hasn't it.and it's been hard. it's true, you learn as you go along; you learn to be patient; you learn to be more understanding; you learn that things don't always go your way (and they rarely do); you learn that you don't add much to the entire balance of things in the world; you learn that even though you're there tearing your hair out, crying like a fool just because you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8863592042691576584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8863592042691576584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_10_12_archive.html#8863592042691576584' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7853661194544305563</id><published>2008-10-03T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:06:25.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll write sth on this another day. back to friends. i'm supposed to start on my juris readings but i've decided to take a break before i begin the arduous journey towards attempting to grasp the airy-fairy legal philosophies/opinions.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7853661194544305563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7853661194544305563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#7853661194544305563' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SOZsYgA7_mI/AAAAAAAABOs/IvgfeyvENxE/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3937858627521197511</id><published>2008-09-03T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:39:17.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok this is a random post with random pictures over the week(s). one of our lunches during our internship.essential brew with mich &amp; sisters. (:class dinner on 310808: right. i wanted to do a recap thing of what i've done so far. but i decided not to. anyhow, something to be joyous about - gossip girl season two is out !! (: marcus beaton ! other than that, things have been pretty much alright i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3937858627521197511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3937858627521197511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_08_31_archive.html#3937858627521197511' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SL7IKvPZWII/AAAAAAAABOM/jmmbfl3qamE/s72-c/photo-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7936509110523952365</id><published>2008-08-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:42:49.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never could imagine, life without youfrom the moment you walked into my world</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7936509110523952365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7936509110523952365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_08_24_archive.html#7936509110523952365' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SLLbvlueilI/AAAAAAAABNk/SqvuzEmLA7M/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7942186124278777898</id><published>2008-08-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:08:27.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>of sour creamed chips &amp; celebrations.  cupcakes with matcha frosting ! (: so one week of interning at another law firm has came and gone by. you'd think after so long, i'd have gotten used to waking up so early, but nooo. it gets worse by the day. |: it becomes a reflex to press the snooze button more than three times, and wake up twenty minutes late then rush around my room to get ready. at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7942186124278777898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7942186124278777898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_08_17_archive.html#7942186124278777898' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SLBPp4QPA6I/AAAAAAAABNM/zUCBdWmNQuE/s72-c/DSC03117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6911555770489340966</id><published>2008-08-19T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:56:19.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the olympics has been fun to watch ! i loveee it. too bad it's ending soon. ): but just as well, since i'm on an internship and my entire day/afternoon is spent in an enclosed cubicle/the court room. anyhow, i had trouble waking this morning ! i kept pressing the snooze button till forty-five mins passed by without me knowing. |: ok so back to my main point ! swimming has been exciting to watch -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6911555770489340966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6911555770489340966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_08_17_archive.html#6911555770489340966' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SKrrPipKgpI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Uu3s3TPbLms/s72-c/ryan+lochte3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1368786780495139127</id><published>2008-08-14T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:13:22.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes, love is all you need.picture yourself in a boat on a river,with tangerine trees and marmalade skiessomebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,a girl with kaleidoscope eyes. i am sam.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1368786780495139127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1368786780495139127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_08_10_archive.html#1368786780495139127' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SKRKVf9STFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/mmgW-gyjYVs/s72-c/i+am+sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1552433996113758892</id><published>2008-08-11T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:52:22.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so mich and i, decked in dresses, had our long-awaited authentic french lunch at au petit salut, followed by wii at her place ! 'better than cooking mama !' hahah. so fun. i made paella, tortellini, scrambled eggs, mochi, truffles, sushi and came back with firmer arms. haha.  nougat glace with pistachio &amp; mixed fruits/ choux buns with vanilla ice cream &amp; warm choc sauce. catch of the day/ baby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1552433996113758892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1552433996113758892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_08_10_archive.html#1552433996113758892' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SKG5NTruQuI/AAAAAAAAA20/duyvl1UYFzk/s72-c/DSC07024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8754962874329968199</id><published>2008-08-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:42.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go on and take a bowdinner with the family, followed by money no enough. (:i realise that i'm really not ready for working life just yet. the mere chore of waking up so early every morning, and having to go through an entire day of work, subsisting on a few hours of sleep gets draining. today, i was reading through a case file, in which there was some research on people with sleeping disorders </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8754962874329968199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8754962874329968199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_08_03_archive.html#8754962874329968199' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SJcPF8HEx9I/AAAAAAAAA00/vx2V7BhQDGc/s72-c/DSC03099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1158159750929355212</id><published>2008-07-17T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:44.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bali with the mum, who's cool enough to braid her hair (albeit not all, but she regretted not doing the entire head shortly afterwards) and go for tattoos with me. (hahah of which i went around trying to trick friends into believing that they were real, alas i have smart friends.)       i'm sleepy. last night i stayed up till one plus to draft a mitigation plea - i had no idea what i was doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1158159750929355212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1158159750929355212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_07_13_archive.html#1158159750929355212' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SHWylZE1smI/AAAAAAAAAzU/NfVvSGTn3b8/s72-c/0070_4R_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8089248454632354002</id><published>2008-07-11T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:45.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>loving everything (well, almost - minus the sweltering heat, not-so-nice mrt etiquette etc) about being back home. haven't been updating this blog for ages, and i suppose there are many things to document, but i'm lazy. so maybe the next time.just two of my favourite things (note: the dog comes way before this green chewy ondeh ondeh, which is SO good by the way hahah).    i start interning this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8089248454632354002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8089248454632354002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_07_06_archive.html#8089248454632354002' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SHd2o4nurTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/w86T-CC4ciI/s72-c/DSC03060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-642464332135929456</id><published>2008-05-31T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:48.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>joey from friends is SO funny ! lady: i'm dutch.joey: hi, i'm joey.lady: oh my, no no, i'm margha.joey: sorry dutch, i didn't catch that. ok last bout of pictures from cannes !  this is alexandra fulton. so as usual i didn't know who she was but the photographers were frantically snapping away, so i boldly went over to ask if i could take a picture with her. haha then after that, i tried my best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/642464332135929456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/642464332135929456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_05_25_archive.html#642464332135929456' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SEJrWwLqpDI/AAAAAAAAAxg/b_KtbQi6PKY/s72-c/DSC06925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2444715749152606371</id><published>2008-05-28T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:50.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is this your new moonwalk no, i just really need to pee.this was an attempt to take a picture of a cliff and the waters. but then, it was at night and there was no light, so there.at the red carpet ! we didn't watch the film scheduled for that day because it was a french film and there were no subtitles. ): so we gave it a miss in the end.  at the hotel lobby:  spaghetti arrabiata, bruschetta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2444715749152606371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2444715749152606371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_05_25_archive.html#2444715749152606371' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SD8pywLqo5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QiE18RkAkwI/s72-c/DSC06857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-5521348167680125759</id><published>2008-05-27T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:52.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dinner at a restaurant where they're known for really fresh seafood. (and i think it was a michelin-starred one at that)complimentary starter (with pate):my entree ! asparagus. it was in season too hahah.lobster risotto was yummmm.desserts:so anyhow, before dinner, we were waiting outside our hotel for the car, and there were reporters stationed at the entrance (they're there 24/7 it seems), so i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5521348167680125759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5521348167680125759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_05_25_archive.html#5521348167680125759' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SDyNuALqopI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wc1PiNQ5IKU/s72-c/DSC06757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3690712207610349689</id><published>2008-05-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:54.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>prelude to cannes film festival 2008 ! (:    one random day in london at a cafe near harrods where they have the best iced coffee blended with coffee ice cream !   moving is the worst thing ever. as if packing isn't tiring enough. we had to carry boxes across the streets, dash to and fro like mad women under the drizzle. at least it's more or less done now ! i feel like i've got some muscles on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3690712207610349689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3690712207610349689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_05_25_archive.html#3690712207610349689' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SDrDuQLqoeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/DhSLzVnI-nk/s72-c/DSC06691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8658123106477528792</id><published>2008-05-24T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:56.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures to document the start of my summer vacation.a spontaneous trip to colchester to look at university of essex with my mum &amp; aunt! (: pretty little town on its own.     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8658123106477528792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8658123106477528792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_05_18_archive.html#8658123106477528792' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SDnnuQLqoXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/g5gNFxzgI54/s72-c/DSC06639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1287791673379881236</id><published>2008-05-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:30:08.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never knew three days could feel like forever. monday to wednesday was just draining, and writing for 3 hours in 3 consecutive days has left my fingers scarred. ok i exaggerate. anyhow, after monday's trust paper, all i could say was 'so far so bad'. and after property on tuesday, i lost all reason to try anymore. it was, crushing, well, a little. anyhow, it's over. so i'm not going to think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1287791673379881236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1287791673379881236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_05_11_archive.html#1287791673379881236' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2821908674508296289</id><published>2008-05-11T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:11:37.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel sick to my stomach because tomorrow's trust, and just now when mich was asking me trust questions, i could answer none without referring to my notes (there were times when i couldn't even answer her, at which point, we would begin an intensive discussion, peppered with gasps and 'i'm going to die'). but our conversation was funny because somehow, Lord plant of highfields came up (ask that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2821908674508296289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2821908674508296289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_05_11_archive.html#2821908674508296289' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-144660141940607982</id><published>2008-05-07T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:56.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  so he said, "it's true, absence does make the heart grow fonder cos suddenly i've got alot to talk to you about." i never knew our room was this spacious. it feels strangely big now, and i'm not used to the table beside me being so empty. i know i've to get back to revision, because i've got no more time as it is but let me just say something - thanks for letting me find a confidante in you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/144660141940607982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/144660141940607982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_05_04_archive.html#144660141940607982' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SCID7HFjHQI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ot8pfir93yM/s72-c/Photo+57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6599849056459728490</id><published>2008-05-06T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:57.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when you're sick of studying, and there's nothing else to do, this is what you do. i froze my drink in the freezer, and saw the ice form. it was quite pretty, but ok, you can't really see it cos i didn't manage to capture it in the end. ):laduree macaroons, courtesy of my mummy. (:and this, is our beds. but the left's going to be empty as of tomorrow. ):so today's paper was bad because of a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6599849056459728490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6599849056459728490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_05_04_archive.html#6599849056459728490' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SCDBBqGHeqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/iWWaQkQr90g/s72-c/DSC06627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-4260137721794218070</id><published>2008-05-05T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:59:55.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first paper's tomorrow, and i'm feeling unbelievably nonchalant about it. maybe, i've sort of accepted it - that nothing i do now is going to help me much in tomorrow's paper. but on another level, i'm scared. ok that did not make sense at all. in any case, the fear is not a motivating factor anymore. in fact, it has an opposite effect on me. and i realised that advanced criminal is actually the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4260137721794218070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4260137721794218070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_05_04_archive.html#4260137721794218070' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7000884086775947808</id><published>2008-04-30T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:57.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> chuck bass. (: he makes my tuesdays that bit better. why can't they broadcast gossip girl every day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7000884086775947808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7000884086775947808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_04_27_archive.html#7000884086775947808' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SBifCqGHemI/AAAAAAAAApg/fsyuJk-5E-8/s72-c/chuck+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-795238113865158885</id><published>2008-04-28T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:53:36.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am freaking out. the prospect of doing badly never seemed so real. it's officially one week before my first paper, and i cannot remember what i've gone through for that module (same applies to the others that i have completed so far). the problem is not just the memory-work, but that i'm finding it hard to grasp concepts, at this point. and it seems that my comprehension skills are degenerating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/795238113865158885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/795238113865158885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_04_27_archive.html#795238113865158885' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8250226222110040291</id><published>2008-04-26T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T07:48:34.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>of trusts and law.you know that studying is getting to you when you cannot spell 'common'. i typed 'commen', and then a red squirly wurly line appeared underneath it. realising it looked funny, i tried 'comman'. and then, it appeared again. i sat there thinking about it for a minute or two before using my mac dictionary to find out its spelling. i shock myself sometimes.and then, when reading my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8250226222110040291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8250226222110040291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_04_20_archive.html#8250226222110040291' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-972998126026197751</id><published>2008-04-22T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:58.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the day it snowed in london. it was quite heavy, and wet, so i had to walk with an umbrella. totally different from what you see in movies, where they just walk and let the snow flakes fall on them. grr. advanced criminal is taking a toll on my tiny brains. as it is, my memory is bad. now i've got to juggle between all the academics' names - glanville williams, smith and hogan, ariendt, baskhar, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/972998126026197751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/972998126026197751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_04_20_archive.html#972998126026197751' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SA4_u6GHegI/AAAAAAAAAow/BoGXAXjhleY/s72-c/DSC06592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-627281252570679566</id><published>2008-04-21T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:58.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok random picture there which i found online hahah. now i feel like eating orange. |: i have decided. i am going to get a polaroid camera. one day. hahah it's so pretty. i'll bring it around &amp; start snapping instant polaroid pictures, and then peg them on a thin wire across a corner of my room. (:gigi !! haha she's a camera-shy darling; it's always hard to make her look at the camera. anyhow, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/627281252570679566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/627281252570679566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_04_20_archive.html#627281252570679566' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/SAzuCkBLHDI/AAAAAAAAAog/MZN3Ws_gOqY/s72-c/orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2058675915805276382</id><published>2008-04-21T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:58:43.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spring's here, finally. it hit 15 deg yesterday and i walked out in my sweater and a t-shirt ! (: and that's probably the only happy thing that's happened to me over the weekend.exams are disgusting and revisions are even more revolting. i've got a plan, which changes every day because after each day of revision, i realise how i over-estimate myself haha. being overly ambitious is a terribly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2058675915805276382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2058675915805276382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_04_20_archive.html#2058675915805276382' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8653357715533603324</id><published>2008-03-23T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T05:54:29.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's hard to see the pain behind the mask i keep listening to 'concrete angel' ! it's niceee. (: so easter holidays have started &amp; that means, revision. but i haven't been able to bring myself to taking out my notes &amp; books to read. i think the urgency hasn't settled in yet haha i hope it does soon. so anyway, it was crazily cold yesterday. i travelled to hatton cross to get a package from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8653357715533603324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8653357715533603324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_03_23_archive.html#8653357715533603324' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1515777635952904684</id><published>2008-03-21T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:50:12.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stoneit's raining quite heavily, like it does in singapore (something that rarely happens in london).anyhow, i've been having toilet runs every so often it's tiring me out. ): i've been spending my day more or less on the bed or in front of my mac, skyping with the two cool manhattan chicks haha WHO VERY HAPPILY ate LIGHT PHISH FOOD in front of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1515777635952904684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1515777635952904684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_03_16_archive.html#1515777635952904684' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-5357930650399324549</id><published>2008-03-18T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:15:08.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all you need is positivity.at first, i couldn't even type a decent paragraph without second-guessing what i typed. now, although i'm not so sure i'm certain that what i've typed out is good enough for an acceptable grade (or that it is even relevant), i have too many words. so i spent hours today trying to delete words - so far, i've managed to delete about 900 words. a hundred more to go. gosh i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5357930650399324549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5357930650399324549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_03_16_archive.html#5357930650399324549' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-4103086985807918829</id><published>2008-03-16T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:25:59.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  my girlfriendddd. (: this week i --went for a university challenge thing that i was invited to by mich. so mayling mich squish jasmine &amp; i represented king's, along with a few others. hahah i realised that i have zero general knowledge about uk and its history and i remember why i hated geography in lower secondary. but we came in THIRD (last). yayy !had korean bibimbap with mich, but not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4103086985807918829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/4103086985807918829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_03_16_archive.html#4103086985807918829' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/R919ZZ3Y8tI/AAAAAAAAAoM/CASfpv8rANg/s72-c/ICSS+Major+Event+2008057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7011940894129509857</id><published>2008-03-13T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:26:00.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      paris in shots. (: i miss my babuseng.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7011940894129509857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7011940894129509857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_03_09_archive.html#7011940894129509857' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/R9mnoZ3Y8pI/AAAAAAAAAns/DoALpM0Lt0w/s72-c/P1040738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-5314467304248150080</id><published>2008-03-10T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:26:00.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     there's no place i'd rather beyou'll always be a part of meand even though i've roamed the worldit's still my home i long to seeif you're reading this, you may want to skip this entire part (it's just me ranting about my dreaded coursework).i think i'm missing the point of it all; i'm supposed to be enjoying this. i mean i chose to do this didn't i. seminars have been, on the whole, somewhat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5314467304248150080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5314467304248150080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_03_09_archive.html#5314467304248150080' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/R9WFJp3Y8iI/AAAAAAAAAm0/kn6BENmeaZ4/s72-c/Photo+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-2026459155488537228</id><published>2008-03-10T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:26:01.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> mouldy bramley apple juice. ):</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2026459155488537228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/2026459155488537228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_03_09_archive.html#2026459155488537228' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/R9VjY53Y8eI/AAAAAAAAAmU/XxDLv4BMxtE/s72-c/DSC06519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3370133866761391836</id><published>2008-03-08T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:26:05.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so this week hasn't been the best; what with trips to the library that turn out not as fulfilling as they should've been because i still cannot get hold of the book that i want - it's supposed to be on the shelf ! BUT. i suspect someone's hiding it. what a malicious thing to do. gosh hahah. anyhow, two redeeming things that made this week so much better than it was.i received a parcel ! ((: my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3370133866761391836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3370133866761391836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_03_02_archive.html#3370133866761391836' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/R9MnKZ3Y8WI/AAAAAAAAAlk/AJS3D_7YMpo/s72-c/DSC06562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6302145204424105813</id><published>2008-03-06T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:12:50.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's upsetting that after reading six articles/law reviews, it's going nowhere. i still find myself caught between two questions to pick from. i thought i had set my mind on the one question, but now i'm not so sure because it seems that i've still not understood the topic enough to answer it proper. but the problem is the other question is on the same topic, and it's worse. what's even more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6302145204424105813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6302145204424105813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_03_02_archive.html#6302145204424105813' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-7648372175540785723</id><published>2008-03-04T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:03:04.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm gonna say alot, more than a few words.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7648372175540785723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/7648372175540785723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_03_02_archive.html#7648372175540785723' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-5312313094040559275</id><published>2008-02-29T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:42:29.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i keep thinking that times will never change I didn't even realise that today's the 29th; that normally february has only 28 days. today was slacking day. totally do-nothing day, although i was supposed to have finished my tort essay. yes, tomorrow tomorrow hahah. went to nando's (second time in a row) with mich ! haha bottomless frozen yoghurt &amp; garlic peri peri sauce are the bestest. (uhm, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5312313094040559275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/5312313094040559275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_02_24_archive.html#5312313094040559275' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-6229902775803683554</id><published>2008-02-28T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:42:30.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eeyore n. moody, blue Eeyore-ish adj. to look sad hahah that's random. it's from my eeyore cup i have on my table right now. and i didn't know how to begin this entry, so it was a spurt of the moment kind of thing.i came here to to blog about the supposed earthquake that happened on wednesday midnight, but i didn't feel a thing. ): what a waste. i always don't get to feel it ! in singapore, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6229902775803683554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/6229902775803683554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_02_24_archive.html#6229902775803683554' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3083210592692804695</id><published>2008-02-20T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:38:29.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's one am on a thursday morning, and because i've just eaten a few cubes of realllyyy good chocolate that mich got me from Brugge, i decided that i should let it settle in my stomach for a little while more before i sleep. (yea i know, a few minutes won't make a difference hahah but still it's the effort.) i used to be excited about checking the stack of mails at the bottom of our stairs (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3083210592692804695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3083210592692804695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_02_17_archive.html#3083210592692804695' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3577522463258918333</id><published>2008-02-17T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:46:43.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>any idiot can survive a crisis, it's the day-to-day living that wears you out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3577522463258918333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3577522463258918333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_02_17_archive.html#3577522463258918333' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3932737914828662206</id><published>2008-02-11T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:11:31.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything is beautiful in its own way.this morning, at nine, i woke up and laid in bed listening to the bustling traffic outside. the random motorcycle, the car engines purring. sounds oddly asian - for a moment, i managed to delude myself that i was back home. i know, it's strange. i think sometimes you need the right motivation to do things. and i realise that i cry at the silliest things. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3932737914828662206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3932737914828662206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_02_10_archive.html#3932737914828662206' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-1497848493689934613</id><published>2008-02-08T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:16:50.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's mellowed down alot, the entire chinese new year thing - just doesn't work for me anymore, at least not here. and whilst many other people feel better after calling home to talk to their parents/siblings etc, i felt worse. it's not so  much homesick, as it is wanting to get away from here just to get a feel of the festivity back home. i'm not sure what my point is actually. it's times like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1497848493689934613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/1497848493689934613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_02_03_archive.html#1497848493689934613' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3996417367153645165</id><published>2008-02-05T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:26:05.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures from borough market day with mich last year ! (she just sent them to me that's why TSK. -glares at her hahah.) anw, we didn't get to take many pictures cos her camera died. and the only picture i have of us is not going to be put up because it was a bad-photo-day. hahahah. so there. (:yea, we ate allll that. hoho. -smacks tummy. proud of it !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3996417367153645165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3996417367153645165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_02_03_archive.html#3996417367153645165' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/R6jlem5XREI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Zz5UwLjULno/s72-c/borough+market+trip+%2817%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-3666751202132196470</id><published>2008-01-28T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:26:07.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in an attempt to read alan norrie's article on the structure of provocation, i got distracted. (what's new). i wanted to watch the episode of huan zhu ge ge season two (!) that i've got loaded already. but i decided that it's too long a break that wouldn't justify the twenty minutes of reading that i've done. so there, blogging's a slightly shorter break. (:some pictures ! for the fun of it.pret </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3666751202132196470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/3666751202132196470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_01_27_archive.html#3666751202132196470' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TNCjs6dowIQ/R55JZm5XQ9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/EXMGdacqock/s72-c/24012008112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-8568052600051825578</id><published>2008-01-23T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:51:49.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dad cracks me up.dad:oh xxx invited me to a beauty contest but i couldn't make it.me:beauty contest !! WHY YOU NEVER GOO.dad:scared i fall in love with the beauties..anyway, i forwarded the email invite to youand the email read:sorry to hear that you could not make it for Beauty World....HAHA omg. he thought Beauty World was a beauty contest !!and then, we continued our conversation.me: eh go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8568052600051825578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/8568052600051825578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_01_20_archive.html#8568052600051825578' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-877772633269541583</id><published>2008-01-19T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T05:30:20.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bed-ridden, well almost, for the past four days.it was like a challenge on my flexibility, having to bend &amp; curl up and stay in that position for hours just to try suppress the nagging pain in my tummy. skipped all my seminars for the week (yea, well done i'm dead now). managed to make my way to the strand campus, having to scale the steep slope (it never seemed so steep until that day), was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/877772633269541583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/877772633269541583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_01_13_archive.html#877772633269541583' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5049343.post-779638028716664166</id><published>2008-01-09T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:35:55.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have half of my trust readings left to do by tomorrow, a trust essay to do, advanced criminal readings to get from the library but i'm watching iron chef. |: youtube is really my downfall. and, i think i've ran out of things to say but just in case i regret not jotting this down.well, for one, turning twenty wasn't half as bad as i thought it'd be --had a surprise ice-cream cake with stwelve at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/779638028716664166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5049343/posts/default/779638028716664166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgerugby.blogspot.com/2008_01_06_archive.html#779638028716664166' title=''/><author><name>di.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07164810702530605051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
