<?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-8160777664849883428</id><updated>2011-11-03T06:57:43.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Painted Canvas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-8791783296318590605</id><published>2011-10-04T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:49:05.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My roses aren't red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I love them nonetheless :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3YhcoiMQ3aA/Toq6ax7RsZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Pk-LVJ_YdLo/IMAG0044.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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red'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3YhcoiMQ3aA/Toq6ax7RsZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Pk-LVJ_YdLo/s72-c/IMAG0044.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-185381174063173825</id><published>2011-09-27T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T15:32:51.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuachicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The eating of kua chi, the lack of interest in socialising and the sudden urge for art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Iw3q3erV-do/ToHTfQCO_II/AAAAAAAAAC4/WQ8AlEqsa-U/Chicky.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-185381174063173825?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/185381174063173825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=185381174063173825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/185381174063173825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/185381174063173825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2011/09/kuachicken.html' title='Kuachicken'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Iw3q3erV-do/ToHTfQCO_II/AAAAAAAAAC4/WQ8AlEqsa-U/s72-c/Chicky.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-1596351529708468967</id><published>2011-09-27T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:41:41.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder to self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Everything happens for a greater reason.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amongst all quotes, I don't think there's any one that I hold closer to my heart than this. Stay positive and give thanks, for life is good :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-1596351529708468967?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1596351529708468967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=1596351529708468967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/1596351529708468967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/1596351529708468967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2011/09/reminder-to-self.html' title='Reminder to self'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-6901065015371277604</id><published>2010-09-11T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:03:58.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;The key to a successful relationship is not finding the right person, it's learning to love the person you found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;This is one message in &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=77266533556&amp;amp;id=718015328&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;an article I read&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook, that really struck me. The article spoke about marriage, but I think it applies to all relationships in general. Falling in love is possibly the sweetest thing that happened to me and it made falling out of love very difficult. However, I am really fortunate in many ways, and I've always had kind people to support me in times of need. As of now, things are looking pretty good in my life - but I do need to remember to not be too complacent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;People walk in and out of our lives all the time, but it's up to us to keep or discard them. I've learned one thing about this: Don't procrastinate. If you want to send a message/email, send it out asap. I find that the longer we wait, the more awkward it may become. I'm still quite hopeless when it comes to avoiding procrastination! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Recently, I had some friendship complications - wrong words from my mouth flowed into the mouth of others, then back to me. When I come in contact with that friend, everything went on as if no tension existed. It got me thinking, have I misjudged her - based on what others told me? I've always thought myself to be a neutral person - but in reality, I am truly biased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;People walk in and out of my life all the time, and there are a few that I really appreciate and love. I know I don't always do the right thing and say the right words - I wish I could tell each and every one of you just how I felt inside. To make it simple, I'm sorry for my wrongs and I'm thankful that our paths meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;I will make an effort to keep in touch! (Haha deja vu?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-6901065015371277604?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6901065015371277604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=6901065015371277604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/6901065015371277604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/6901065015371277604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-5959506312081505847</id><published>2010-05-27T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T05:41:14.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My words are poison,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;maybe I should've been mute;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and perhaps then, I'd listen again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These tears that I cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It got me thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;would you cry them for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My words are poison,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yet I still speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let me eat my own speech,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so as much I hurt you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel my own poison too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hahahha I wreak of emo-ness again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-5959506312081505847?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5959506312081505847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=5959506312081505847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/5959506312081505847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/5959506312081505847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2010/05/poison.html' title='Poison'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-1325272995567780776</id><published>2010-05-05T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:28:22.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the third time I've head to the blood donation centre - and the second time I came home disappointed. In my second visit, it was cold and I didn't have enough liquids so my tiny veins become somewhat microscopic and the nurses didn't want to risk it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Fair enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This third time, I ensured I did some exercise and drank lotsa fluids. Fate has it that I got a trainee nurse, brand new. She got the right vein but entered it wrongly - so I bled. Lost about 30 mls of blood. The more experienced nurse told me that it's going to bruise so I came home with a free tube of bruise ointment - which I intend to use on the enormous bruise on my leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I shall attempt to donate in 1.5 month's time again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-1325272995567780776?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1325272995567780776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=1325272995567780776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/1325272995567780776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/1325272995567780776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2010/05/blood-donation-3.html' title='Blood Donation #3'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-3205497337652538940</id><published>2010-04-30T00:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:48:42.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love Fridays. I always look forward to Fridays and today, yet another Friday, was surprisingly more eventful. Interview with Red Cross went ok, hopefully I get to be a volunteer and get that greater sense of purpose when I wake up (instead of playing Bejewelled or Solitaire). I also had lunch with Andrea, which was very enjoyable and we walked around running each other's errands. Thank you for the mango cake, lovely! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And just like many other Fridays, I get to see the boyfriend! But tonight, Adrienne is gonna... meet the parents. Hmmm perhaps it's a good thing that my Cantonese is limited to the Dim Sum menu. Don't know. Sigh I'm shyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ah, that's a very fine looking char-siu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh My har-Gao!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-3205497337652538940?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3205497337652538940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=3205497337652538940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/3205497337652538940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/3205497337652538940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-weekend.html' title='Another weekend!'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-9078195674505708406</id><published>2010-04-27T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:45:51.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's a lady who sits on a stool near a little table on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rundle_Mall"&gt;Rundle Mall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She will interpret tarot cards for you, for gold coins ($1, $2). My housemate got a reading once, but I don't really remember what her comment was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder about the future? I do. And it is during extremely uncertain times like this, when I am very tempted to pay the lady to get my tarot card reading. TELL ME MAH FUTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend quoted life to be a mysterious puzzle, and I agree. How do you solve a puzzle when you don't know what it looks like? Well, I personally like to think that this massive puzzle has little bits of clear pictures that you can piece together; and hopefully someday, we'll be amazed by the big picture and be glad that our sacrifices aren't in vain. So as a reminder to myself, focus on one thing at a time and don't be easily threatened by the shadows of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fellow jobseekers and those who are still studying, my best wishes to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I have this urge to fix jigsaw puzzles now. Ah, I'm so easily distracted :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-9078195674505708406?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/9078195674505708406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=9078195674505708406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/9078195674505708406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/9078195674505708406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrows_27.html' title='Tomorrows'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-8575867421887525273</id><published>2010-04-22T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T03:46:40.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(127, 127, 127); line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-size:small;"&gt;You've graduated. It seemed so huge and scary to me. And yet, it's about time. I've personally gotten sick of studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-size:small;"&gt;The roads ahead are going to be tough. When and if you're swayed by uncertainties, challenges, hardships and tears, know that I'm gonna be here for you. An old friend from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-size:small;"&gt;Chin up and smile your silly grin, it's time to conquer the world. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you're in my position, jobless and with very little money, it's having friends like these that makes me feel rich again. Adrienne will reach somewhere someday. Rarrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-8575867421887525273?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8575867421887525273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=8575867421887525273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/8575867421887525273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/8575867421887525273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-895333401759356288</id><published>2010-04-21T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T06:03:08.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you notice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that the white letters on the top header spells "PANDA"? Hehe. Like many things in the world, I guess the creator(s) enjoy putting little hidden details, even Microsoft has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flixya.com/post/bugila/79881/The_Secret_From_Microsoft_Code"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. For me, I'd hope for people to notice, but if they don't, I still feel happy thinking that I did something interesting. But as you can see, I can't quite contain my excitement! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In my "busy life", I hope that I never forget to appreciate my surroundings and be surprised with the amount of detail in everything... except bugs and insects. Detail overload in real life! (But them in pictures are coool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a good day :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-895333401759356288?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/895333401759356288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=895333401759356288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/895333401759356288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/895333401759356288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-notice.html' title='Did you notice...'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-8358458979907865375</id><published>2010-04-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:55:36.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85z7GvgygI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BvS0BlmKCzE/s1600/Graduation!.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85z7GvgygI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BvS0BlmKCzE/s320/Graduation!.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462430857306360322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This photo was edited from a friend's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=167841&amp;amp;id=524346804&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Congrats to all graduates (especially the petroleum engies because I am biased). A big thank you to everyone who made me feel proud of myself - those who took photos with me, those who wrote on my Facebook wall or made a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypencilstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-down-more-to-go.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;blog entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; on it! Thank you all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-8358458979907865375?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8358458979907865375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=8358458979907865375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/8358458979907865375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/8358458979907865375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation!'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85z7GvgygI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BvS0BlmKCzE/s72-c/Graduation!.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-8310400342307311682</id><published>2010-04-18T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:01:41.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been almost half a year since the last post, but nevertheless, I've always thought about you, my dear blog - I've got big plans for us. I wanted to use you to motivate me to learn about digital designs... but it never materialise, because I have been lazy and unmotivated. But mind you, whenever inspiration comes, I think of you and someday, however distant - you would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and full of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P/s: I am graduating! Now this means that I'm officially out of uni and unemployed. So to be honest, I'm not excited. Only reason I'm attending this is for my family. Photos up soon, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-8310400342307311682?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8310400342307311682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=8310400342307311682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/8310400342307311682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/8310400342307311682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-5073797976120461877</id><published>2009-10-24T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:02:04.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despite still having a presentation, some reports and assignments - the honours presentation is finally done. I personally could do better but the outcome was pretty okay. A few people said they liked it. I snorted and say thanks. Despite the doubt that they actually meant what they said, I did feel rather satisfied deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the group assignments and presentations, I actually made some "new" friends. I had always knew they existed, but because of these group activities, we all had a chance to really get to know each other- and these people are really funny and nice. It's been a very hard but good semester. Personally, I'm just too lazy to be this hardworking, but I guess I did - I really pushed myself to the corners of my limit. (Note: We're talking about being alcohol and Facebook free here. And a lot of work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very slow, since a long time ago... I'm just very slow! Ask my school friends, they can testify. But I think I figured out why. I'm a bloody perfectionist. I think things through in too great a detail that it's unnecessary. I also tend to priorities minutely important things. This is a big flaw that I have to fix. It's a serious problem if I have to work independently - but in a team setting, I reckon it's not too bad a quality to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at my previous posts - I do get very emotional and it's stupid to put these up for public eyes. Guess I might be a closet attention seeker. Now that honours stuff's are out of the way, I'm officially living a normal life again. Such a huge weight off the shoulders. And I'd probably stop posting anything that wreaks the smell and taste of extreme emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More happy days ahead I hope. It's my birthday soon but I don't feel like celebrating at all. Too much stuff is due that day and I've got short course all week. I have never asked for a particular birthday present before, except this year. I asked Stephen for a locket some time ago. Not sure if he remembered, he is after all a busy man. Sometimes, I think that the heavy curriculum of  the engineering course is so, to prepare us for the tougher road ahead of being an engineer. I'm not exactly looking forward to this but, I have to admit, I am rather excited to say hello to financial independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my exams, I actually feel like researching a bit on religion. I've been a slack lately and losing a lot of faith but I still want to believe. I hope I can find the answers I need to believe again. After all, it was said, "Ask and you will receive, seek and you shall find."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, 2 reports, 1 presentation, 2 exam, a few more assignments and I'm done with my bachelor degree. Four years in a blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-5073797976120461877?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5073797976120461877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=5073797976120461877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/5073797976120461877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/5073797976120461877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>adrienne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292625899543059556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-sNlK9zQ8U/S85xCKAJSfI/AAAAAAAAABY/d5j74sgYcco/S220/20062008(008).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-2576402100894975124</id><published>2009-09-07T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:03:51.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why's Adrienne upset over paying $80 for a bunch of photos? I hear my housemates complain about how I showed my discontentment with the decision to take all 32 photos for $480. Listen, if you want to talk about me behind my back, do it professionally... Don't let me hear it. Why don't you just tell it to me face to face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am upset because it's a rip off. We're paying too much for things like that. My personal aim was just to get a few decent sized ones, and go. I'm even more upset because it was my idea that we go for the photoshoot. I've got a $121 voucher that I thought I would like to share. I had no idea that it's to pay for only my photo and the photo service. In the end, we didn't have to pay for the professional photography taking session- just the photos; and I really just like a few photos very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the most economically viable decision was made but how are we going to divide the photos? There's an inbalance in the number of photos taken. There are more photos of certain people. There are quite a lot of photos of me and Steve. It made me think about what will happen when we have to leave each other. It made me think of what I should do with the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm upset, it's not like I go around muttering curses. I just get realy quiet and I don't smile. Just because I talk and laugh so often, it doesn't mean I'm not vulnerable. I am physically stressed due to lack of sleep, mentally stressed because I have so much uni work that I don't know how to do or proceed and now it's affecting my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm upset, I can't stand the sight of happy, chirpy people. They make me regret feeling miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-2576402100894975124?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2576402100894975124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=2576402100894975124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/2576402100894975124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/2576402100894975124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-623125838614117320</id><published>2009-09-07T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:03:29.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Owl City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to make myself believe, that planet Earth turns slowly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard to say I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coz everything is never as it seems"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the world would stop for a bit. Give me a break please. Little things are upsetting me when they shouldn't. I should be thankful rather than jealous. I should be happy and take things more lightly. I should, but I'm tired. Hmph, how come I always waste so much time? GRRRR If I can bloody pass this freakin year, at least I can have some pride in calling myself an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, Adrienne, again, why so serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-623125838614117320?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/623125838614117320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=623125838614117320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/623125838614117320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/623125838614117320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/fireflies.html' title='Fireflies'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-6858995748416375608</id><published>2009-03-13T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:26:40.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pubcrawl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Engineering Pubcrawl&lt;/span&gt; is coming up. I've got a very mixed feeling about this- and every other events anyways. I get very excited about drinking and going to places, but I get very nervous when I have to meet people and socialise. Then it dawned to me that I don't have to do it if I don't want to - I could just hang around the corner, watching people do crazy things and enjoy the company of my closer friends. I feel sorry for Steve though. Haha really sorry, I am socially awkward and I think I am depriving him of his bar moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That aside, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Petroleum School Pubcrawl&lt;/span&gt; is coming up too and they're having this T-Shirt design competition. I think I did about 3 T-Shirts back in high school, so I'm actually thinking of giving this a try. My classes have started so that got the creative wheel rolling. (My lecture notes have more sketches than notes but still very sparse and very often with chocolate crumbs) If I win, I'll get a free shirt! Lol, and pride of course :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-6858995748416375608?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6858995748416375608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=6858995748416375608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/6858995748416375608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/6858995748416375608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/pubcrawl.html' title='Pubcrawl!'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-757561626487951567</id><published>2009-02-24T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:13:53.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The more work I have to do, the more papers I have to read, the more responsibilities I have... the more I procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a certain work related commitment (Eg: Assignments, exams, reports etc) I can find amusement in the smallest thing, take delight in the simplest thing, scream at the slightest problem and have a high tendency to learn a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I get RSI, it's due to the constant finger stretch to hit the F5 button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZGCY0nTUUI/SaQnOc7yeYI/AAAAAAAAACs/65xsvri1L94/s1600-h/facebook+n+blog.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZGCY0nTUUI/SaQnOc7yeYI/AAAAAAAAACs/65xsvri1L94/s400/facebook+n+blog.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306409390187903362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-757561626487951567?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/757561626487951567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=757561626487951567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/757561626487951567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/757561626487951567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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/_5ZGCY0nTUUI/SaQnOc7yeYI/AAAAAAAAACs/65xsvri1L94/s72-c/facebook+n+blog.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-6121343814598537854</id><published>2009-02-04T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:45:39.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Tag: I'm breaking rules already</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starting time:&lt;/span&gt; 5.06 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Adrienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nick:&lt;/span&gt; Hamster, Corrupted Monk, Panda, Alpaca, Anne, Adryn, Anna, Annabelle, Pui, Roundie etc etc omg so many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sisters:&lt;/span&gt; Rosalyn is like more like a sister than a cousin to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Brothers:&lt;/span&gt; Younger one - Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Shoe size:&lt;/span&gt; 6-7 depending on the shoes. I've got broad feet. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 154 cm on my passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Where do you live?:&lt;/span&gt; North Adelaide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Been on a plane:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Swam in the ocean:&lt;/span&gt; NOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Fallen asleep at school:&lt;/span&gt; Lost count. First time was in Mr Tan's Moral Ed class. No turning back ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Broken someone's heart?:&lt;/span&gt; I hope not and hope I never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Fell off your chair?:&lt;/span&gt; Yup. Got a scar under my chin to remind me of my clumsiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call:&lt;/span&gt; Put the phone near me but eventually fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Saved emails:&lt;/span&gt; Lots of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What is your room like?:&lt;/span&gt; Large and comfortable (except during summer when it's so hot that you could bake traditional woodoven pizzas in my room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;What's right beside you:&lt;/span&gt; My Wacom bamboo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;What is the last thing you ate:&lt;/span&gt; Last night's fried bihun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever had ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Chicken pox?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sore throat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broken nose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Believe in love at first sight?:&lt;/span&gt; Yes for animals, homewares and electronic gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Like picnic?:&lt;/span&gt; Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Who was/were the last person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You danced with:&lt;/span&gt; JoJo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Last made you smile:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Andrea, after she told me about her "lottery win"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Last made you laughed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kenneth, for speaking Malay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Last you last yelled at:&lt;/span&gt; I don't yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today, did you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Talk to someone you like:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kiss anyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Get sick: &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Talk to an ex:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Miss someone:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Friends from home, friends who are not in Adelaide, friends who are here but not with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Who do you really hate?:&lt;/span&gt; I try not to harbour too much of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you like your handwriting?:&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes it's really nice, sometimes  I can't read my own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Are your toe nails painted:&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now:&lt;/span&gt; White. Cousin's old team-building shirt; has the words RISING WARRIORS on the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are you a friendly person:&lt;/span&gt; I can be. Else I'm really quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Do you have any pets:&lt;/span&gt; Always have them until I got to Aus. I want a brown guinea pig  and call it Hazelnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Do you sleep with the tv/laptop on:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I used to. Now I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What are you doing right now?:&lt;/span&gt; I'm supposed to be doing my research report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you handle the truth:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I find that truth may hurt sometimes- but in the long run, it's very liberating. I don't like being 'protected' from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?:&lt;/span&gt; Papa's girl. But Mom talks to me more. Too much for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you eat healthily?:&lt;/span&gt; I eat a lot of vegetables, wholegrain bread and dairy products. BUT I eat even more chocolates and sweet stuff. And alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Do you still have pictures of you and your ex?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?:&lt;/span&gt; In Adelaide: Andrea, Steve,Wil, Elfer and Ken. In Malaysia: Rose, KQ, Eve, Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Are you loud or quiet mostly?:&lt;/span&gt; Quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Are you confident?:&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Learning taekwondo with my brother&lt;br /&gt;2. Drawing comic series with Kok Quin&lt;br /&gt;3. Shy to talk to boys&lt;br /&gt;4. Looked like a boy...&lt;br /&gt;5. Walked to Mrs Sara's place for tuition class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Pay off my debt to Petronas.&lt;br /&gt;2. Repaying my family members (Eg: Get an orchard for my dad)&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy my friends flight tickets (Eg: Andrea to HK)&lt;br /&gt;4. Go travelling with Rosalyn and pay for her. But she pays for her own shopping :P&lt;br /&gt;5. Set up a charity foundation. Talented people to showcase their art for the purpose of charity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5 bad habits of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Proscrastination&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know how to ask for help even when I really need it&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't accept gifts/favours knowing that there's little possibility of me returning the favour&lt;br /&gt;4. I check Facebook too often when I'm supposed to do serious things like report writing and studying.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5 places I've lived/living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Lucky Gardens&lt;br /&gt;2. Island Glades&lt;br /&gt;3. Kota Damansara (KDU Hostel)&lt;br /&gt;4. Adelaide CBD (The Village)&lt;br /&gt;5. North Adelaide (Mattanya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-6121343814598537854?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6121343814598537854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=6121343814598537854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/6121343814598537854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/6121343814598537854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/second-tag-im-breaking-rules-already.html' title='Second Tag: I&apos;m breaking rules already'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-2278789341323110745</id><published>2009-02-03T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:56:04.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Tag : I need to wake up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Interesting that I started writing in blogs since 2005 - but never really done one before. Surely that depicted how dedicated I am to the blogging world. I found this on a friend's note on Facebook, I wasn't even tagged but this looked fun. And it doesn't require much thinking anyways :) Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Put your iTunes/mp3 player/Cellphone etc on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"   lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Write the name of the song, regardless of however weird :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4. Tag some friends who might enjoy doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What can I do to make you love me? – The Corrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleeping Child - MLTR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wonderful world – James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank U – Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elephant Love Medley – Ewan McGregor &amp;amp; Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how it goes – Missy Higgins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This is how it goes, baby. I get angry at your words and I’ll go home. But you won’t come after me, cos’ I’ll be back before you know..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Designer Skyline – &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Owl&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Designer skyline in my head, Abstract and still well-read, You went from numbered lines to buildings overhead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lady Marmalade – Christina Aguilera, Pink, Maya, Lil Kim, Missy Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Track 18 – Justin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Lol it actually just has the number there cos I don’t know the title)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ll meet you there – &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Owl&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(If we could sit together a moment, And talk forever just to pass the time… And when you close your tired eyes I'll meet you there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Run – Kutless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Why do you run? Why do hide, oh, don’t you know I just, just wanna be with you, be with you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything – Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you say nothing at all – Ronan Keating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Without saying a word, you can light up the dark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes I would like psychic powers thanks, and also to keep my mouth shut when necessary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remembering you – Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I found you in the most unlikely way; really it was you who found me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Numb/Encore – Jay-Z &amp;amp; Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Thank you, thank you, you’re far too kind; Parents: What the hell are you waiting for???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Butterfly – Celtic Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Interesting, this is a musical piece. Very Irish-folk-mountain-ish.. Garden wedding it is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go the distance – Lucas Grabeel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daughters – John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(omg pdf!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why – Ayaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Why are you so worked up on appearances? Why, open up your heart; I know you've had a heavy cross to bear, But I've got the strength to accept you; So why not try believing in me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lift up your eyes – Planet Shakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hahaha the song starts with “I see heaven before me..” )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 days –Dj Shadow feat Mos Def&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Christ! Quick, painless death please??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart, your home – Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;(Hmm the Christian songs are coming out at weird times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This I promise you – N’Sync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you believe – Mariah Carey &amp;amp; Whitney Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautiful One – Jeremy Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Lol, Jeremy Camp’s wife’s name is Adrienne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I’ve done – &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Linkin&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe – Yolanda Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hahahahahahaha yes I’d like to think people like me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is all around – Wet Wet Wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moonlight – Yiruma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to wake up – Melissa Etheridge's theme for An Inconvenient Truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;I'm tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Kok Quin - cos you know I'm a huge fan of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. Chia Li - cos it's your birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"   lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grace - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;cos we're buddies since the creation of Dragon Ball manga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4. Lizzie - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cos you're my unfortunate housemate that I pick on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-2278789341323110745?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2278789341323110745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=2278789341323110745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/2278789341323110745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/2278789341323110745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-tag-i-need-to-wake-up.html' title='First Tag : I need to wake up!'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-4550116850537361324</id><published>2009-01-27T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:54:33.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had so many disasterous haircuts in the past - eventhough they're always the same style. Or end up the same way. I hated haircuts.  I hated how I look after every haircut. I hated how my mom had to drag me by my scalp to get my to the place of mass destruction. I hated how my mom knows the hair butcher lady so well that they could chat forever while the butcher woman multitasked by cutting my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh come on. A lot of girls say that they have miscommunication problems with the hair dresser. When I think back, it's no miscommunication problem for my case. It was the total lack of communication. The sin of silence. Oh my beloved hair, I did not do you justice! Oh, back in the days when I was so submissive to mom in matters like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, whenever I get a haircut, I tell the hair person to just cut whatever they think is suitable for me. I just need some layers to not make it so flat. I still freak out after every haircut. I feel a little different. It's awkward. Most people don't even notice I got my hair trimmed. Last few haircuts have been my breakthrough moments. Got a fringe by accident - and I actually liked it. It gives me cheaper fares on the bus sometimes because I look like a high schooler but I always get asked for a proof of age everytime I purchase alcohol. The following haircut, about 6 inches were chopped off under the influence of my Thai friend. I honestly think it's too short - and I look like Chibimaruko-chan. Yet, I enjoy the thrill of change; that fresh feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So.. to fringe, or not to fringe? That is my question. I'll find out next week I guess, this week to too hot for me to walk more than 100m under the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-4550116850537361324?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4550116850537361324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=4550116850537361324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/4550116850537361324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/4550116850537361324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-2998727720637814630</id><published>2009-01-06T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:45:39.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could not ask for more: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This was on my housemate's msn personal message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"It's not our pain of being torn. It's our pain of not being one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewells and goodbyes, are fine when I'm secured with the knowledge that we will meet again soon enough, and that when we meet, circumstances are still quite the same. Oh, farewells and goodbyes, are also very fine if I don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest. It's not fine when I will significantly miss them. It's not fine if I don't get to talk to them again. It's not fine when I have a dependency on them and suddenly that privilege is stripped from me. Yet time after time, it's proven that things would be better eventually. We'll all be better in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Official accompanying background song: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better In Time &lt;/span&gt;performed by Leona Lewis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-2998727720637814630?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2998727720637814630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=2998727720637814630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/2998727720637814630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/2998727720637814630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-could-not-ask-for-more-part-2.html' title='I could not ask for more: Part 2'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-7146154411490962027</id><published>2009-01-06T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:24:13.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could not ask for more: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Farewells and goodbyes are the hardest thing for me. I've seen them so often but I can never get used to seeing people leave the pages of my life's story. I was 10, and there was Grace. We played in class, laughed with each other and even got scolding together. Yes, Ms Geetha, I remember you smacking my head with my exercise book in Moral class, woman. It was very ethical and professional of you. The following year, Grace got transferred to another school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled for a bit. My grades were pretty bad and I never took liking in doing homework. (Art is exceptional) Got close to Su Ching. We use the same car pool to get back from school. Mom borrowed her math exercise books for me to catch up on the entire year's math homework. Math made sense ever since. (but that's before uni came) We got really close. She went to another school the following year as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried on both occasions. Did I do anything wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 12. I started to draw manga characters; heavily influenced by Sailormoon. I could only afford to get 1 comic at a time so I chose Dragon Ball - a manga I've been following since I was 9. Kok Quin lent me the Sailormoon and I remembered how we had to smuggle them in school. We drew our own manga and exchanged opinions. We were really passionate about them. Kok Quin was also the one and only person in my life, in which I had a cold war with. I'm not sure how long it lasted but I remember quite clearly how it ended:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after the exams and the Physical Exercise class was optional. A few was left in class and we accidentally talked to each other. The awkwardness soon died and we were talking as comfortably as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K Q: Hey Adrienne, do you think we could be friends again?&lt;br /&gt;(the latter of the sentence came out like random mumbles)&lt;br /&gt;Adr: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;K Q: Uh never mind.&lt;br /&gt;But I heard every word&lt;br /&gt;Adr: K Q, we're always friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smiled. More of grinned actually. And guess what was the first thing we said to each other? "LET ME READ YOUR COMIC!!" I was so short, so slow and always behind the crowd, she even had to read my UPSR results for me. That year itself, we graduated from primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, I got the offer letter to St George's. She's the first person I called. She got it too. Always remember, Adrienne, everything happens for a greater reason - eventhough it doesn't seem like it at the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-7146154411490962027?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7146154411490962027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=7146154411490962027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/7146154411490962027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/7146154411490962027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-could-not-ask-for-more-part-1.html' title='I could not ask for more: Part 1'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-177150244194687229</id><published>2009-01-01T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:39:32.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Chicken Separates O'Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ungraceful&lt;/span&gt;Panda : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When are you cooking, babe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Possum&lt;/span&gt;  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the chicken separates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ungraceful&lt;/span&gt;Panda : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Thought she heard something else) What time is dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awesome&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Possum&lt;/span&gt;  : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the chicken separates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the two pieces of frozen maryland was stuck together and he shall cook for yours ungracefully when-the-chicken-separates o'clock. Took a lot of brainpower to decipher this; so the ungraceful one decided to take a nap to make up for all the lost power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She woke up to a peck on the cheek, a *huge* plate of pasta, roasted maryland and a bottle of white wine. Life is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-177150244194687229?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/177150244194687229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=177150244194687229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/177150244194687229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/177150244194687229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-chicken-separates-oclock.html' title='When the Chicken Separates O&apos;Clock'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8160777664849883428.post-3646870504480967455</id><published>2008-10-20T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:50:58.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another notebook</title><content type='html'>My Painted Canvas is just another notebook. Just another archive of my rants. I was reading my older blogs and I feel different hence the need to waste more precious minutes to open a new blog! Anyways, I felt like I've entered another chapter of my life. It's just a different chapter, not necessarily more mature etc. In fact, I'd seem more wise and composed in my earlier blog. Well, those were the days. Cheers to then, and this, this is for now; however temporary it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog posts are usually lengthy. As much as I want to include every intrinsic detail- I prefer things short and simple these days. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours ungracefully,&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8160777664849883428-3646870504480967455?l=theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3646870504480967455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8160777664849883428&amp;postID=3646870504480967455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/3646870504480967455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8160777664849883428/posts/default/3646870504480967455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theungracefulpanda.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-another-notebook.html' title='Just another notebook'/><author><name>adri-enne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00144895213484327974</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
