<?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-29705530</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:02:04.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..s.a.n.c.t.u.a.r.y..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29705530.post-115882031220977724</id><published>2006-09-20T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:31:52.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>philosophical mood</title><content type='html'>Wow.. don't you hate it when life starts playing with you? making you feel like an idiot, or even confuses the crap out of you? Well I do. One moment I thought I knew myself, the next moment I don't. They say puberty was the time for identity seeking, yet I still am looking for myself. Just when I thought I knew what I am, what I made of (apart from a bunch of different cells), or what I want, suddenly reality strikes in and then *bang*.. back to square one. At this time, I really want to go back to those childhood, when your biggest decision ever, was to choose between maccas or kfc, or to wear sandals or shoes, or to choose between jelly or chocolate. I hate making life-changing decision, coz you know that if you screw up, there will be no second chance. I mean, who doesn't? And at the moment, there are a lot of pressures on me to decide properly but quickly, with influences from 2 extreme sides. Sigh, this is the time to binge on heeeaapss of chocolate, koko black standard preferrably, to give you the most rapid endorphin burst from your brain.. yuumm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115882031220977724?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115882031220977724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115882031220977724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115882031220977724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115882031220977724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/09/philosophical-mood.html' title='philosophical mood'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115710699949284776</id><published>2006-09-01T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T03:36:39.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what a day..</title><content type='html'>Today, I have finally experienced an event that is worthy enough to blog about. One of my subjects' assesment consists of a 1000 words essay. It is a hard one because we need to review a few journals with language higher than English (i.e. BIG WORDS!!). So anyway, I rocked up into the class this morning, waiting for the lecture to begin when my friend came and sat next to me. She started blabbering about how she has finished her essay and everything, and I went "really? I haven't even touched it". She then said "are you serious? It's due in today!!!". I was so shocked I almost jumped out of my seat. Sweat cold started dripping when I realised I misread the due date. I read 11th of September, when it was suppose to be 1st of September. Dumb I know, and I don't know how on earth I did not know about this. So anyway, with only around 2-3 hours till the due time, I skipped the class and sat in front of the computer to rush my essay. I ended up making up 600 words out of 1000 in that 3 hours, and I couldn't think of aaanything else to write and so I just handed in. OMG..under normal condition, I wouldn't probably worried about the 600 words. But today was just extreme panic, and I couldn't think of anything else but the essay. Poor Hari had to do his fly experiment himself because I was so busy drafting my essay. Thanks heaps to Sharon who gave me the journals to read and for helping me out today. Really appreciate it :). I would have broken down and boiled my eyes out if it wasn't for you guys. I just hope it went okay sigh.. what a day eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115710699949284776?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115710699949284776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115710699949284776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115710699949284776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115710699949284776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-what-day.html' title='oh what a day..'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115554859779194207</id><published>2006-08-14T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T02:43:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first footy match !!!!</title><content type='html'>YES the day has come where Hari finally succeeded persuading me to go to a footy match. Me being a virgin footy goer was very fascinated by the size of MCG. Seriously.. living in Melbourne for 5 years or so, I have never set foot in MCG. It was massive !!! There were around 60000 people attended the match and well.. it was quite fun :D.. The first 2 quarters went relatively quick and I was not very involved - in a sense that I was not screaming nor barracking for any teams  - at all. However, after the half time, things got a bit tensed and well.. you can't help not to scream. The night ended with Essendon winning the match, which was unexpected since they haven't won anything this season (no offence Hari :D). Haven't won anything was a bit exaggerated, so no offence to you guys Bombers supporters. It was pretty good to see they won (finally) ehehe.. I'm not an expert in footy whatsoever, so I might stop talking about technicality and just say one thing : Go Bombers !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115554859779194207?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115554859779194207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115554859779194207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115554859779194207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115554859779194207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-first-footy-match.html' title='My first footy match !!!!'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115459690302523832</id><published>2006-08-03T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T02:21:43.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all.. found this at Dede's blog and I found it hilarious. hehe :D. No offence to anyone (if taken), this is purely a fun thing. ENJOY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are like .....*Laxatives*..... They irritate the shit out of you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Men are like .....*Bananas*...... The older they get, the less firm they are.&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are like .....*Weather* ..... Nothing can be done to change them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Men are like .....*Blenders* ... You need One, but you're not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;5. Men are like .....*Chocolate Bars* .... Sweet, smooth, &amp;amp;they usually head right for your hips.&lt;br /&gt;6. Men are like .....*Commercials* ...... You can't believe a word they say.&lt;br /&gt;7. Men are like .....*Department Stores* ..... Their clothes are always 1/2 off.&lt;br /&gt;8. Men are like .....*Government Bonds*.... They take soooooooo long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;9. Men are like .....*Mascara*...... They usually run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;10. Men are like ...*Popcorn*....  They satisfy you, but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;11. Men are like ....*Lava Lamps .... Fun to look at, but not very bright.&lt;br /&gt;12. Men are like ....*Parking Spots* ....... All the good ones are taken. The ones left are handicapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115459690302523832?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115459690302523832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115459690302523832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115459690302523832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115459690302523832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/08/men_03.html' title='Men'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115451921631239607</id><published>2006-08-02T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T04:48:59.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 wonders of me !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;7 Random Things About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I am a ladybug fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; i hate showering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; i really like to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;I play nintendogs on the age of almost 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;I dont like bioassays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;Yay this list is almost finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;Finally!!! it is done !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Random Songs At The Moment&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Potret - salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Michael Buble - quando quando quando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Young Divas - right about now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; ??? - I still call australia home (?????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;Thirsty merc - in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;/strong&gt;Maliq 'n D'essentials - untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Coklat - Bendera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Like The Most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my boo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; chocolates. Rich in antioxidant. What else could u ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; chips and wine. okay maybe not the best combination, but i gotta squish the booze somewhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; bed and blanky (oooo yeaaahh !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; nintendogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; panadol. Cant live without them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things That Scare Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Say The Most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; hi boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; what what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; u serious ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; excuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 People To Do This&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;Wen Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;Sze Chern (already done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;/strong&gt;Aya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;Please Put Name Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Please Put Name Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Please Put Name Here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115451921631239607?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115451921631239607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115451921631239607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115451921631239607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115451921631239607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/08/7-wonders-of-me.html' title='The 7 wonders of me !!!'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115330526138264895</id><published>2006-07-19T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T03:34:22.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a great day out</title><content type='html'>Wow.. today was awesome !! Haven't seen my uni folks for a while now - precisely the whole holidays. I went out today for a lunch to celebrate my friend's belated birthday. We went to a korean restaurant where I had the best dae ji bul go gi ever ! I'm sure you know what that is, but if you don't, it's basically pork with this special sauce stir fried. It's divine *drools* . But that's not the best part. My cute Japanese friend, Aya, made this beautiful chocolate cake-pudding topped with chocolate ganache *more drools*. Not only that, she also baked lots of breads shaped alphabetically that reads : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONO&lt;/span&gt; !!!!!!! How thoughtful is that ? I'll put up the pictures of the cakes and the bread once I got it uploaded. She suggested that those breads weren't edible because she overbaked it on purpose to ensure their integrity. But knowing me, I ate it nonetheless and it tasted pretty good :D. It had cinnamon sugar inside and it smells awesome. Yum yum.. Yes, so after one delectable afternoon filled with delectable food, we (9 of us) went around the city of Melbourne and window-shop. The day was getting late and it was f-f-ffreezzing cold outside so we decided to hit the pub for a while. Alcohol always does the job don't you think? hehehe.. More food on the table, some chips and nachos with beer and wine to sip. It was after I finished my wine when Yan yan and I were engaged in this endless exciting conversation about coffee-making. Passion for great, not good, coffee is something both of us share. We decided to go for a professional coffee making lesson one day to reaally tell the world we're serious about coffee :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all good things must come to an end, and everyone parted their ways after the pub, sober.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115330526138264895?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115330526138264895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115330526138264895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115330526138264895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115330526138264895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/07/great-day-out.html' title='a great day out'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115258138837033272</id><published>2006-07-10T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:29:48.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good ol' sleeping routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zaman.com/2006/07/10/italya_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.zaman.com/2006/07/10/italya_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. the world cup is over, I get to go back to my normal sleeping time and congratulations to Italy for winning the match which to me looked a little more than a comedy act. Hey at least they won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the actual winning isn't as big as a headline as the France star's head butt in the late 2nd half. Yeap, the head butt Zidane did cost him and his team a hell of a lot. Marco Materazzi was floored, and Zidane got himself a red card. Sigh.. poor Zidane has to end his glorious soccer career this way. I cannot really say Materazzi deserved it (although boy.. I really want to) because noone knows what those 2 talked about. Some argued Marco delivered some racial insult that got him the head butt hehe.. it's quite funny I have to say. You don't see a shaved headed France soccer star lost his temper and get physical in every World Cup final. He just carved his name on the history of World Cup. Penalty shootout was done to pick the champion. What a lousy win to win the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, I went to see the movie "Superman Returns" the other day. To be honest, I was quite sceptical about it in the beginning. I thought it was just another superhero movie where the good guy takes care of the bad guy and then the credit rolls. Well, it was more than that. The effects and camera play were superb, and the dialogues of the characters were accompanied by funny, smart, sharp lines throughout. Of course in the end Superman wins but, it was a pretty good movie. Ouw yeah, Brandon Routhe is a hottie !!!! *drools* hehe.. A must-see movie? well maybe a little less than that. Definitely worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blogskins again. I am pretty sure I  changed my skins a lot more than I blog. hehe.. I'm so excited when I found this skin though since I am a huuuge fan of ladybug. So when I found it I downloaded it straight away. Anyways, holidays are getting quite boring now, and, although I can't even believe I'm saying this, I can't wait to start uni again. Yaaaay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115258138837033272?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115258138837033272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115258138837033272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115258138837033272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115258138837033272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-ol-sleeping-routine.html' title='The good ol&apos; sleeping routine'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115200229332393206</id><published>2006-07-04T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:38:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When my boredom took over me..</title><content type='html'>The title literally describes what's on this blog. A short blog indeed. I am in fact very easily intrigued, and yes.. I found slinky amazingly fascinating :D. Sorry but I was unable to upload it in here, but I made it just one &lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g8/kepique/?action=view&amp;amp;current=slinky002.flv"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; away :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115200229332393206?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115200229332393206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115200229332393206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115200229332393206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115200229332393206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-my-boredom-took-over-me_04.html' title='When my boredom took over me..'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115153397011353532</id><published>2006-06-28T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:34:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Soceroos !!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay maybe it is a bit too late now to write this blog, but seriously, I am still annoyed by the result of OZ vs. Italy match. Throughout the game, our heroes (at least MY heroes) have controlled the ball posession very very well, and even out the shots chances. Kewell and Emerton were not even in the game, so the fact that they could do all that have shown their huge potentials and capabilities even when facing a soccer giant like Italy. Bad luck was inevitable for Australia however, when the referee ( I assume was half-blinded ) gave Italy a penalty on the 94th minute. Geez, how unfair. Neill did not even touch the striker ( I forgot who ). Yes, it was a very controversial penalty that sent all the Azurri fans celebrating. Sigh.. once again, big applause for the soceroos !! Schwarzer and Neill especially *bow to Scwarzer and Neill* . The 2006 world cup referees are the worst so far. During the Australia and Croatia match, Croatia did a hand ball inside their penalty box and OZ was not given any penalty at all. Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and I went to see the socceroos match on the Federation Square. Whooo.. I have NEVER seen anything like that before !!! Tens of thousands people gathered in front of the stupid big screen and cheered and booed together! It was a great atmosphere. The funny thing was, when we got there at about 11 pm (the match started at 1am) the venue was already blocked and we had to climb the barricades to get in lol.. yup there was this hole in one of the barricades and hundreds of people just jumped over it - inclucing me. haha.. it was fun and so damn dangerous !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check these out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7744/3171/1600/Soceroos%20night%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7744/3171/320/Soceroos%20night%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you can see how many people attended the "match". When I took this picture, I was standing at the very back, near the exit to yarra river and was on a higher ground. I have never seen such excited crowd in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to introduce you my new hero, Mark Schwarzer :D :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7744/3171/1600/Schwarzer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7744/3171/320/Schwarzer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.. what's so funny  mate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeating myself for the 100th times, congratulations to Australia. Good on ya !!! You certainly did the nation proud :). I think you guys have shown the very best of y'all throughout all of the matches *smooch smooch* ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115153397011353532?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115153397011353532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115153397011353532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115153397011353532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115153397011353532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/06/viva-soceroos.html' title='Viva Soceroos !!!!'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115086368070787490</id><published>2006-06-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:21:20.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Insight View</title><content type='html'>Hi y'all ! I was watching Oprah this afternoon (when I was suppose to be studying for tomorrow's final exam.. yes anyway..) and she was interviewing Lisa-Marie Presley. For you who are not a big fan of the glittering celebrities world, she is the daughter of Elvis Presley. If you don't know Elvis, well.. er.. I have nothing else to say. Literally Presley(daughter) was born under the spotlight and has never been off it since then. Can you picture your life is constantly on the headline? Imagine parking your car next to some coffee shop or something and your face is on the billboard and before you know it you'll be screaming  "AM I PREGNANT REALLY?". All those gossips and nasty pictures the press would crawl over for.. wow.. to be honest I wouldn't want that kind of life. Through the interview I have to say she wasn't the type of woman I would want to grow up to be. However she impressed me regardless. True she had everything other kids could only dream of (I mean.. a private jet named after you? c'mon man.. !!!) but you know.. she went through all the horrible moments we, adults,  would not even dare to dream of. The first impression I always get from these celebrities is one word : SNOB, and yes.. that applied to Presley too. Again, she proved me wrong. She was very responsible to her children and was willing to be the best mother she possibly could. And that is so awesome man !! So anyhow, after the marriages and divorces she went through, the drugs rehabilitation centres she had been in, she is now finding herself again and released an album. Good on ya gurl !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115086368070787490?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115086368070787490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115086368070787490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115086368070787490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115086368070787490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/06/insight-view.html' title='An Insight View'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115044896124020907</id><published>2006-06-16T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:17:42.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freshest Temptation</title><content type='html'>Uh oh.. Somehow I just can't get over this procrastinating moments. Today I just picked up my Sims 2 game that I bought in eBay a few days ago. Games, blog, and exams.. I guess it's all about prioritising your agendas, and well.. I kinda wasted 3 whole hours playing games *sobz*. By the way, a big hurray to Hari who just finished his exams, and congrats to Silly who had made it through her networking paper =D. Great day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also something I do when I'm super bored :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Evaluating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/evaluating.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are great at looking at many details and putting them all together.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at detecting subtle trends, accuracy, and managing change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics&lt;br /&gt;Speech&lt;br /&gt;Conflict studies&lt;br /&gt;Communication&lt;br /&gt;Finance&lt;br /&gt;Medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I should have majored in err.. statistics ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115044896124020907?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115044896124020907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115044896124020907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115044896124020907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115044896124020907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/06/freshest-temptation.html' title='The Freshest Temptation'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115041938656531218</id><published>2006-06-15T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:56:26.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Look</title><content type='html'>Yay yay.. my sweet friend Celia sent me this blogskin (which she probably ripped from somewhere else hehe.. ) to decorate my blog. and I'm lovin it. I think it's sooooooo girlie and yes.. I do like pink. So anyway, I wanna say thanks heaps to my lovely dede for helping me editting this blog. She seriously reads the codes like drinking water, while me.. well.. I just ask. You guys can check out her blog too. I have it linked under the name "dede". Alright, back to work now. I must really stop procrastinating. And g'luck to aaaaaalllll of my fwends who are still struggling with their exams (like me)!! All the best for Hari and Celia who are having exam this very moment =D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115041938656531218?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115041938656531218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115041938656531218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115041938656531218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115041938656531218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-look.html' title='The New Look'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115035680255813240</id><published>2006-06-15T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:02:07.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging newb *point at myself*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wow.. who says blogging is unaddictive? Coz before i knew it, i've spent the whooole afternoon sitting in front of my computer managing my blog. hahahaa.. no life i know.. Btw how do you like nosey ? i think he's the cutest thing ever ( well.. apart from boo ) and and u can click him and make him run and and u can feed him strawberries too !!! you guys should try it ! It's amusing indeed =p ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a funny story I would like to share: I was working yesterday from 7 oclock in the morning, so whoever were awake at that time and came by the shop were looking for one thing: brekky and a cuppa. Along came this old lady, asking for a white bread toast and a hot choc. My friend who was unfortunately serving the weird old lady told her that we didn't serve toast, but the old lady insisted. So my friend looked at me and I gave her this "whatever" look and we agreed to serve this lady her toast. Cut the story short, her orders were served and after she finished eating ( I mean it, she finished eating the 2 slices of bread), she came up to me and without warning said : "the toast was quite REVOLTING". I was so stunned I didn't know to laugh or to apologise. It was apparently so disgusting it made her finished the whole plate !!!! Ah well.. weird customers come and go.. they're inevitable I guess.. OK I really should stop this procrastination and try really hard to sink my head in my notes. ciao..&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/29705530-115035680255813240?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115035680255813240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115035680255813240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115035680255813240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115035680255813240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogging-newb-point-at-myself.html' title='Blogging newb *point at myself*'/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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-29705530.post-115029685397837078</id><published>2006-06-14T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:54:13.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. bips gotta do what a bips gotta do !!! apparently.. i gotta post something to view my own blog so here it goes "=_=.. 2 words : I'M TIREEEEEEEDDDDD !!!!!! just found out that exams and work just don't go together. Thankfully my boo is always there for me (aawwww..) :). anyways, i'll post up some real stuff later on (hopefully)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29705530-115029685397837078?l=storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/feeds/115029685397837078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29705530&amp;postID=115029685397837078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115029685397837078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29705530/posts/default/115029685397837078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfrommyniche.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>-ika-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762220018393842092</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></feed>
