<?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-5807868</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:46:16.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold The Little Fishies Smiling Back At Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome To Wonderland</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-115570116202429164</id><published>2006-08-16T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:06:02.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><summary type='text'>I have succumbed to the pull of the LiveJournal camp. I will not be writing here anymore, but at http://ikepela.livejournal.com for the option of privacy or selective audiences. And of course, for the tres adorable mood emoticons.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/115570116202429164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=115570116202429164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/115570116202429164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/115570116202429164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/08/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-115081854533794223</id><published>2006-06-20T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:49:07.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Herros</title><summary type='text'>I will be switching to LiveJournal during the time that I'm going to spend in Shanghai (June 22-July 30), because China blocks blogspot. My new address is http://ikepela.livejournal.com.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/115081854533794223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=115081854533794223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/115081854533794223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/115081854533794223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/06/herros.html' title='Herros'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-115018186105333577</id><published>2006-06-13T02:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:58:37.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai-bound</title><summary type='text'>right after I slip past the two decade mark.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/115018186105333577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=115018186105333577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/115018186105333577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/115018186105333577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/06/shanghai-bound.html' title='Shanghai-bound'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114983176636163601</id><published>2006-06-09T01:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T01:49:34.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Spend My Time Discussing Over MSN With Yucksin</title><summary type='text'>think of me softly says:(1:48:45 AM)i keep peeing todaythink of me softly says:(1:48:46 AM)hahahahyax* says:(1:49:19 AM)so weird￼yax* says:(1:49:20 AM)my msn is screwed upthink of me softly says:(1:49:25 AM)i saidyax* says:(1:49:27 AM)i keep shitting￼think of me softly says:(1:49:27 AM)i keep peeing today￼think of me softly says:(1:49:30 AM)ok...￼yax* says:(1:49:32 AM)n the toilet's choked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114983176636163601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114983176636163601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114983176636163601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114983176636163601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-i-spend-my-time-discussing-over.html' title='What I Spend My Time Discussing Over MSN With Yucksin'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114916446885236718</id><published>2006-06-01T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T08:21:08.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk in the Sky</title><summary type='text'>I love Howl's Moving Castle!! The soundtrack is beautiful.Shopping everrryyydayyyyy. My feet are tired. Tomorrow again. Church camp on Saturday... :( don't really want to go to Malaysia. At all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114916446885236718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114916446885236718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114916446885236718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114916446885236718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/06/walk-in-sky.html' title='A Walk in the Sky'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114896692036961513</id><published>2006-05-30T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:49:41.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You make everything good, everything wonderful</title><summary type='text'>After all those grandiose plans to get my corpulent bottom upon a bicycle seat on Saturday, it had to rain. We (Wen and that ah gua Terence) ended up buying a webcam from Sim Lim instead. He's such a good bargainer. So now, the whole world can see my beeeeyooootifooolll face even if they're halfway across the world. Just kidding. Exclusive views only hahahahahahahahahaa.Dinner party at Dhan's on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114896692036961513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114896692036961513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114896692036961513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114896692036961513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-make-everything-good-everything.html' title='You make everything good, everything wonderful'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114805651326867682</id><published>2006-05-19T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T12:35:15.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corona Extra and Mdm Chan-chan,</title><summary type='text'>(the Bee-Hive Auntie at Newton), from whom we bought too much food. Starbucks with Wen and Michelle in the afternoon, then shopped around in Paragon. I am pleased with my buys. Wen and I got the same skirt haha just because we both like to coordinate our dressing. No, I lied. We just happened to like the same skirt, that was all. Sorry I'm disjointed I'm ekstremely tired because I'm still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114805651326867682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114805651326867682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114805651326867682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114805651326867682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/05/corona-extra-and-mdm-chan-chan.html' title='Corona Extra and Mdm Chan-chan,'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114787545910983245</id><published>2006-05-17T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:17:39.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitties</title><summary type='text'>I'm home. It's hot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114787545910983245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114787545910983245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114787545910983245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114787545910983245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-kitties.html' title='Hello Kitties'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114703893839867059</id><published>2006-05-07T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T17:56:43.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^;;;;;;;;;;</title><summary type='text'>tyyyred</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114703893839867059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114703893839867059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114703893839867059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114703893839867059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='^_^;;;;;;;;;;'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114655000754881783</id><published>2006-05-02T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T02:17:27.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feared Finals and a Sliver of Joy</title><summary type='text'>So I have four finals next week and an 8-page paper due Friday. I will be living the high (read: caffeinated. sp?) life at Tisch Library, waiting for my Liberation to come and rescue me. I was very upset when my lovely new Alice in Wonderland Disappearing Cheshire Cat mug from SF was ruined by my roommate (or her 25-yr old boyfriend) a week after I painstakingly hand-picked it when either of them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114655000754881783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114655000754881783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114655000754881783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114655000754881783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/05/feared-finals-and-sliver-of-joy.html' title='The Feared Finals and a Sliver of Joy'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114610726947090340</id><published>2006-04-26T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:07:49.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:(</title><summary type='text'>I HATE STARCRAFT I HATE MATH I HATE FRENCH I HATE ECON I HATE SHAKESPEARE I HATE WORK I HATE BITCHY GIRLS WHO DONT SAY HI IN THE BATHROOM I HATE MISSING MY BEST FRIEND BY ONE DAY!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114610726947090340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114610726947090340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114610726947090340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114610726947090340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='&gt;:('/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114600953691644448</id><published>2006-04-25T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:37:38.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DHANIA C. NAIR!!!</title><summary type='text'>So my premature indian twin turns 20 today. (I'm not late, just co-existing in a different time zone). Because of my lacking HTML skills, I can't create an elaborate bulletin like Miss Tang Ah Xian did :(((( BuTtttTtTTTTttt...whatever, happy birthday lah!!! I LUB CHU SOOO MUCH!!! Continents and oceans are no barriers to me. I will conquer them all just to see you in three weeks' time. Yes, that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114600953691644448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114600953691644448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114600953691644448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114600953691644448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-dhania-c-nair.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DHANIA C. NAIR!!!'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114524738465772012</id><published>2006-04-17T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:16:24.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes (Yaxin-Inspired)</title><summary type='text'>Your Eyes Should Be VioletYour eyes reflect: Mystery and allureWhat's hidden behind your eyes: A quiet passionWhat Color Should Your Eyes Be?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114524738465772012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114524738465772012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114524738465772012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114524738465772012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/04/quizzes-yaxin-inspired.html' title='Quizzes (Yaxin-Inspired)'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114471897130771522</id><published>2006-04-10T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:30:56.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Ceteris Paribus Tabula Rasa</title><summary type='text'>I was bored of doing mathematics of the finite nature, and realised that this blog lacked a profile. So my good instincts took over, I did the right thing and put one up.Also, I am suffering from a disease. It is called Splitus Endsis. Fortunately, it is not terminal. It can be cured by invasive surgery involving cutting off the ends of my hair. I don't even have to go to the hospital to do it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114471897130771522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114471897130771522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114471897130771522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114471897130771522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/04/et-cetera-et-cetera-et-ceteris-paribus.html' title='Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Ceteris Paribus Tabula Rasa'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114410616277102729</id><published>2006-04-03T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:16:02.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><summary type='text'>Smile, though your heart is achingSmile, even though it's breakingWhen there are clouds in the skyYou'll get byIf you smileWith your fear and sorrowSmile and maybe tomorrowYou'll find that life is still worthwhile If you just smileLight up your face with gladnessHide every trace of sadnessAlthough a tear may be ever so nearThat's the time you must keep on tryingSmile, what's the use of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114410616277102729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114410616277102729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114410616277102729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114410616277102729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/04/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114358666944408187</id><published>2006-03-28T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:28:52.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><summary type='text'>Spring Break in SF was pretty good. A justification to be full-fledged Asian tourists across the continent. The weather was perfect. Union Square, Union Square and more Union Square, and, oh, the food. Korean food with Cindy and Martin, Japantown for teppanyaki with Cindy and her friends, more Japanese food at Sutter Street. I went to Fisherman's Wharf twice for In-n-Out, gorgeous views and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114358666944408187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114358666944408187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114358666944408187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114358666944408187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/03/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114206289106180319</id><published>2006-03-11T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:49:33.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so rumbly in my tumbly</title><summary type='text'>Why am I always hungry :( This sucks.I wish I were never hungry. Then I wouldn't eat. Then I wouldn't be so fat and gross and ugly :( Or...I wish I had an incredibly high metabolism rate. Then I could eat all I want and never get fat. Ha.Maybe I'm just being shallow. Or silly. Or overly sensitive. Why do comments get to me? Ho well...just my thoughts for now. Wow I'm actually typing personally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114206289106180319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114206289106180319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114206289106180319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114206289106180319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-so-rumbly-in-my-tumbly.html' title='I&apos;m so rumbly in my tumbly'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114202686310094049</id><published>2006-03-10T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:41:03.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>It's such a beautiful day. The temperature actually went up to double digits! I only had to wear a sweatshirt (over PJs haha) to class. In math class, everyone was begging the teacher to let us out early..but she didn't. Point is, it's so gorgeous out woooo good weather makes me hairpee :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114202686310094049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114202686310094049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114202686310094049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114202686310094049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114193370787303766</id><published>2006-03-09T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:48:27.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky lucky..I'm so lucky</title><summary type='text'>So my econ and french quizzes are over. How I did on them is another story altogether. The point is, I can take a breather now (before starting on math :( ). I've been so fortunate since coming here. Both time slots for selecting classes were ideal, and I get a single room at South Hall for sophomore year :) Udy will be living just below me, and Korean Boy a few doors away. San Francisco in just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114193370787303766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114193370787303766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114193370787303766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114193370787303766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/03/lucky-luckyim-so-lucky.html' title='Lucky lucky..I&apos;m so lucky'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114180389815875899</id><published>2006-03-08T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T02:44:58.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Printemps</title><summary type='text'>Spring is coming yayyyyy. It's getting warmer and prettier outside. No more mush and slush and other gross stuff that I have to wade through to get to class. On the other hand, I am swamped with endless work and tests. Not too fun at all.p.s.- Words around me now: ECONOMICS, THE PROPHET ARMED, ANNA SUI, TERRA FIRMA, Kleenex, TUFTS UNIVERSITY, Ready, FIRE, French, Finite Mathematics, SHAKESPEARE, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114180389815875899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114180389815875899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114180389815875899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114180389815875899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/03/le-printemps.html' title='Le Printemps'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114141896755579457</id><published>2006-03-03T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:49:27.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><summary type='text'>But not really. Today spells a weekend of hardcore studying for Monday's math exam, for which I know nothing about. Had my first French 2 orale production today. I was so nervous. I made a few pronunciation errors, but she said that it was interesting, that I was well-prepared and grammar-perfect. Thank you for all the help :) Also, she said that I never speak up in class, and said that I might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114141896755579457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114141896755579457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114141896755579457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114141896755579457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114064556709975405</id><published>2006-02-22T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:59:27.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing to say</title><summary type='text'>What is the point of this entry? I am not at all sure, but it may surface soon. I have to get a fridge. I need edamame. I ate a lot of it yesterday. I am so fat I have to lose weight. I am running out of hello pandas.Hall snacks later. My turn to serve it. Jenny and I are going to bake cookies.Bye bye babies babies bye bye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114064556709975405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114064556709975405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114064556709975405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114064556709975405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title='I have nothing to say'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114021889771375615</id><published>2006-02-17T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T18:28:17.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope it doesn't snow this weekend</title><summary type='text'>i love pauline. she makes me feel happy and happier. she's prancing around the room, oh the wierdnessi'm spose to go out with her today, but i can't due to the catering business that i am obliged to dosigh what to do. its goin to be cold on sunday. oh nolucy in the diamond sky..whee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114021889771375615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114021889771375615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114021889771375615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114021889771375615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hope-it-doesnt-snow-this-weekend.html' title='i hope it doesn&apos;t snow this weekend'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114020964476610942</id><published>2006-02-17T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:54:04.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Passe Freaking Compose</title><summary type='text'>killed me today. Why was my stomach making loud funny noises throughout my French midterm? I was embarrassed and stressed out. Not a good combination at all. It's so windy outside.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114020964476610942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114020964476610942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114020964476610942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114020964476610942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/le-passe-freaking-compose.html' title='Le Passe Freaking Compose'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-114006856511559740</id><published>2006-02-16T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:42:45.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taming of the Shrew</title><summary type='text'>So today I was sitting, bored silly, in Shakespeare class while my teacher droned on about sexual innuendos. I was twirling my pen and when I got back and looked in the mirror, my cheek was adorned with blue pen-marks. Bee-yoo-ti-ful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/114006856511559740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=114006856511559740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114006856511559740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/114006856511559740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/taming-of-shrew.html' title='The Taming of the Shrew'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113994576216234496</id><published>2006-02-14T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:36:02.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As You Wish</title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113994576216234496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113994576216234496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113994576216234496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113994576216234496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/as-you-wish.html' title='As You Wish'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113972531133450321</id><published>2006-02-12T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T01:22:14.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday-Saturday-Sunday</title><summary type='text'>It'd been a long week. This weekend was so welcome and hasn't disappointed at all, especially the absolutely wonderful lobster dinner at Anthony's Pier yesterday. I actually did study at the library today, but when Korean Boy and I went back to Hill for a take-out dinner, the library closed with our books still there -_- (at least they all go to the front desk to be picked up tmr morning). HUUUGE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113972531133450321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113972531133450321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113972531133450321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113972531133450321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/thank-god-its-friday-saturday-sunday.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Friday-Saturday-Sunday'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113939104613180760</id><published>2006-02-08T04:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T04:30:46.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy Issues</title><summary type='text'>I just got a haircut in the wee hours of the morning. I have bangs now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113939104613180760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113939104613180760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113939104613180760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113939104613180760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/hairy-issues.html' title='Hairy Issues'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113933588646638233</id><published>2006-02-07T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:11:26.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>zZzZZzZz</title><summary type='text'>i'm so tired. scuttling in and out of here between classes. why did i decide to blog?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113933588646638233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113933588646638233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113933588646638233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113933588646638233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/zzzzzzzz.html' title='zZzZZzZz'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113920399030089119</id><published>2006-02-06T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:33:10.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><summary type='text'>I. MUST. DO. WORK. THIS. WEEK.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113920399030089119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113920399030089119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113920399030089119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113920399030089119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113877755109041466</id><published>2006-02-01T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:15:18.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon River</title><summary type='text'>Moon river, wider than a mileI'm crossing you in style some dayOh dream maker, you heart breakerWherever you're going, I'm going your wayTwo drifters, off to see the worldThere's such a lot of world to seeWe're after the same rainbow's end, waiting round the bendMy huckleberry friend, moon river, and me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113877755109041466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113877755109041466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113877755109041466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113877755109041466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/moon-river.html' title='Moon River'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113877739687432567</id><published>2006-02-01T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:03:16.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:( :)</title><summary type='text'>I honestly wish things wouldn't turn out the way they do sometimes. But, just because they do, I can better appreciate other little things that make me smile again :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113877739687432567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113877739687432567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113877739687432567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113877739687432567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=':( :)'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113863841522251588</id><published>2006-01-30T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:26:55.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog Is Not Dead</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the mini hiatus. I'd been lazy and a little bit busy. Classes have started once again, wouldn't college just be perfect without them. And much cheaper too :D But I did all my reading, so that's good. More homework today though :(Happy Belated Chinese New Year to all at home! I miss you guys tonnes, you have no idea. I wish so much that I could have been there with all of you (and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113863841522251588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113863841522251588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113863841522251588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113863841522251588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-blog-is-not-dead.html' title='This Blog Is Not Dead'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113699886611029654</id><published>2006-01-11T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:01:06.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>belle loves yaxin</title><summary type='text'>belle loves yaxin loads which is why she trusts her with her innermost secrets and all her passwords. so now yax holds the key to her heart and soul. haha. anyway belle is gonna miss yax tons when she leaves and she'll cry her a river, and the feeling is mutual, thgh yax will cry a pond only. photos are coming up soon once one of us will get down to doing it. had steak dinner at gill's just now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113699886611029654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113699886611029654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113699886611029654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113699886611029654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/01/belle-loves-yaxin.html' title='belle loves yaxin'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113623544474084755</id><published>2006-01-02T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:12:59.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Thousand and Six</title><summary type='text'>Celebrated New Year's Eve at the Esplanade with Ken and later Yax, her friend Sheng Rong, Pam and Gillian. It was packed with perspiring riotous revellers (read: mats/minahs/bengs/lians) who sprayed foam from cans at passers-by. The foam made me appreciate the presence of real snow in Boston. The lights were gorgeous and so was the amazing fireworks display that started at the stroke of midnight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113623544474084755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113623544474084755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113623544474084755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113623544474084755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-thousand-and-six.html' title='Two Thousand and Six'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113552798287231076</id><published>2005-12-25T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T11:26:25.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home Singapore</title><summary type='text'>It's good to be back. A semester has already flown by, and it's Christmas time again. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. I've already been doing some serious pigging out. In order since disembarking from the aircraft on the 22nd: Fried rice, proper dinner, snackssnackssnacks, carrot cake, la mian at crystal jade, more fried rice and desserts there too, the supreme floss bun from breadtalk, another proper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113552798287231076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113552798287231076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113552798287231076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113552798287231076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/12/sweet-home-singapore.html' title='Sweet Home Singapore'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113508580208339628</id><published>2005-12-20T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T08:36:42.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeward Bound!!!</title><summary type='text'>I will be at Logan International Airport in about five hours' time. I'm so excited I can't sleep. I'll sleep on the long-haul flight anyway. I got an aisle seat. Have I mentioned how excited I am?I have been Christmas shopping and eating out in Harvard Square and Copley for the past two days with Korean Boy. We spent an obscene amount of money on the best food I've had all semester, apart from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113508580208339628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113508580208339628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113508580208339628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113508580208339628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/12/homeward-bound.html' title='Homeward Bound!!!'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113478959158136115</id><published>2005-12-16T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:19:51.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>I can finally breathe again :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113478959158136115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113478959158136115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113478959158136115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113478959158136115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_16.html' title=':)'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113445615385885921</id><published>2005-12-13T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:46:57.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take-out</title><summary type='text'>I've had so many take-out dinners over the past few days, just because bad dining hall food, coupled with the biting cold, is far from incentive for me to trudge outside. Rose's for two nights, and WingWorks for a third. That was made interesting by Min-Seok, or Korean Boy as I prefer to call him. He had this brilliant idea of turning it into a makeshift picnic. He found a tablecloth from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113445615385885921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113445615385885921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113445615385885921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113445615385885921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/12/take-out.html' title='Take-out'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113425595461357764</id><published>2005-12-10T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:05:54.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NQR</title><summary type='text'>I went to watch the Naked Quad Run last night. For those who aren't in the know, it's an annual tradition at Tufts that commemmorates the last day of classes in Fall where people get stark raving naked and run around the academic quad in the snow. It was the first time that I'd ever seen any show of real school spirit...the crowd of spectators and 'cheerleaders' were so loud and boisterous that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113425595461357764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113425595461357764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113425595461357764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113425595461357764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/12/nqr.html' title='NQR'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113416459004312785</id><published>2005-12-09T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:47:28.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard</title><summary type='text'>The weatherman has officially gone off his rocker!! Who's ever heard of a thunderstorm with frighteningly heavy snow, fog walls and wind so strong you can't open your eyes? I'm not exaggerating at all, it was probably even worse than that. And clever me forgot my gloves while making my way to French. I was late for class and only one person was already there. The rest arrived as blocks of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113416459004312785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113416459004312785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113416459004312785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113416459004312785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/12/blizzard.html' title='Blizzard'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113381456143842927</id><published>2005-12-05T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:29:21.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><summary type='text'>Everything here is blanketed in pristine first snow. Gorgeous. But slippery. I nearly slipped on the ice yesterday. And it's so so cold..but I really love the snow.My head is spinning round and round. How now, brown cow?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113381456143842927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113381456143842927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113381456143842927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113381456143842927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/12/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113364052341794831</id><published>2005-12-03T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:18:20.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><summary type='text'>I watched my first Harry movie last night. It was a lot better than I'd expected- I didn't fall asleep even though I was pretty tired. Dwaine and I went into Boston for dinner at The Cheesecake Factory in the Prudential Center. We waited for about an hour for seats in the restaurant. I had shepherd's pie and a slice of Godiva chocolate cheesecake. Perfection. Dwaine has never heard of shepherd's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113364052341794831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113364052341794831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113364052341794831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113364052341794831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/12/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113345725072223081</id><published>2005-12-01T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:14:10.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><summary type='text'>It's either the weather that's going crazy or I am.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113345725072223081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113345725072223081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113345725072223081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113345725072223081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113339801449605280</id><published>2005-11-30T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:48:18.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><summary type='text'>I just had a horrible dinner, but I'm completely stuffed with cereal. I'm so full, I think I'm just going to give birth now. Quote from Jenny: "Isabelle, that isn't how babies are made. Do I have to have this talk with you?"P.S. Had dinner at the best Korean restaurant in Boston yesterday evening, according to the Korean guy I went with. MMmmmmMMmmmMmMm. We ate so much though, the bill came up to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/113339801449605280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=113339801449605280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113339801449605280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113339801449605280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/11/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-113311800277224295</id><published>2005-11-27T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:54:08.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That all-nighter and Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>Those who stuck it out with  me through the night before our PJS paper was due :)Braving the bitter cold to capture the sunrise with them outside Hill HallTaken from the Hill Hall loungeClowning around just before leaving for the Thanksgiving break in NJ. Featuring Udy, Dwaine and my sunshades.I just got back to Tufts from NJ. I still have so many gorgeous fall pics that I left out-I'm lazy to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113311800277224295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113311800277224295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-all-nighter-and-thanksgiving.html' title='That all-nighter and Thanksgiving'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-113200062387124490</id><published>2005-11-14T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:37:03.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn, turn, turn</title><summary type='text'>Spin cycle season carousel wheel and we all go round and round and round again."To everything there is a season,A time for every purpose under heaven:A time to be born, And a time to die;A time to plant,And a time to pluck what is planted;A time to kill,And a time to heal;A time to break down,And a time to build up;A time to weep,And a time to laugh;A time to mourn,And a time to dance;A time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113200062387124490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113200062387124490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/11/turn-turn-turn.html' title='Turn, turn, turn'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-113138071119066174</id><published>2005-11-07T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:25:11.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Minute</title><summary type='text'>pretty much sums up my weekend. Finally met up with Pey and Mark after the 4 hr bus ride there. I was so glad that Tom happened to be going down that weekend too, so I had company there and back. It was pretty warm there, warmer than in Boston anyway. After Mark left us at Grand Central Station on Friday night, Pey and I got lost on the subway at like 1.30am. Not too fun.Shopped and ate Saturday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113138071119066174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113138071119066174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-york-minute.html' title='New York Minute'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-113064775193360187</id><published>2005-10-30T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:52:15.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!!!</title><summary type='text'>The first snow fell today! It was really really pretty, but it got so heavy to the point of being frightening. I'm in the hotel with Daddy now, I'm so happy to see him :) We went to get food at Chinatown (seafood crispy noodles!) but it started snowing, so we just brought it back to the room. I read for a bit until the snow stopped, then we went across the road to Cambridge Side Galleria to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113064775193360187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113064775193360187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/10/snow.html' title='Snow!!!'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-113037700539016113</id><published>2005-10-26T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:36:45.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midtermmmsssss</title><summary type='text'>I hate midterms. I just found out that I have a Grimms' one next week- just when I was rejoicing over the end of my horrible IR one. That was so bad. But it's not like I'm not used to doing badly anyway. Just another notch to add to my belt. Why is it so cold?? It's about 4 degrees celcius every night now. And abt 7 in the day. I'm not made for this!! Plus, it rains so much too. I'm going to melt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113037700539016113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/113037700539016113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/10/midtermmmsssss.html' title='Midtermmmsssss'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112983890823354091</id><published>2005-10-20T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:08:30.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutter</title><summary type='text'>Ashley came to Tufts yesterday! It was so nice to see someone from home again. She's the first AC person I've seen here except for Yuepeng at the airport and Pauline. We had lunch together, and talked quite a bit. I miss ACJC now. Boo.Anywayy, I watched Shutter last night cuz the Thai club was screening it. It was soo scary! Charlotte ran out just before the movie started. I should have done the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112983890823354091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112983890823354091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/10/shutter.html' title='Shutter'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112907549197511122</id><published>2005-10-11T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:04:51.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAT</title><summary type='text'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMOGMGMG I'M SO HAPPYYYY THE HEATER IS FINALLY ON!!! I'D BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY TO COME FOREVER. AND MY ROOMMATE JUST LEFT FOR REHEARSAL, I GET THE ROOM TO MYSELF NOW. DOUBLE HAPPINESS!!!! SHUANG XIIII.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112907549197511122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112907549197511122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/10/heat.html' title='HEAT'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112905733418601030</id><published>2005-10-11T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T15:02:14.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><summary type='text'>I can't feel my fingers and toes anymore! I just walked back fromy my Grimms' class..about five mins away from Hill Hall. What am I going to do in a month's time?? Last night i dreamt that all this rain means that there's going to be an air ethos. Which, in my dream, meant air storm. Please don't ask me why. It was supposed to be at the Katrina scale. I was so happy when I woke up and realised </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112905733418601030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112905733418601030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/10/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112872251009879523</id><published>2005-10-07T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:01:50.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbus Weekend</title><summary type='text'>It's a long weekend and my roommate is going back. I'm so glad for a break though! But I have to get started on my Peace and Justice paper really soon. And clean my room too. I'm washing my sheets right now, I feel so accomplished. I don't know what I'm going to wear for Utopia tmr night :( It's the intercollegiate cruise party. I have a really bright sundress but I'm going to look so out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112872251009879523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112872251009879523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/10/columbus-weekend.html' title='Columbus Weekend'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112839689424211003</id><published>2005-10-03T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:39:45.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><summary type='text'>Monday has come around once more, I miss the weekend already. This month is not going to be easy at all. All the mid-terms are clustered within October. Busy busy. I like how everyone here can work hard and play hard. They're all really smart though, they obviously do their work and they know what they're talking about when they raise points in class. I have to learn to be more outspoken :/ it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112839689424211003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112839689424211003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112823555621368006</id><published>2005-10-02T02:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T02:45:56.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird People</title><summary type='text'>Tim thinks he's really cool. Ok he is, but just a little.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112823555621368006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112823555621368006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/10/weird-people.html' title='Weird People'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112774978130271960</id><published>2005-09-26T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T11:49:53.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112774978130271960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112774978130271960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/09/adopt-your-own-virtual-pet.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112774526374249865</id><published>2005-09-26T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:34:23.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><summary type='text'>I'm amazed at how I was able to drag myself out of bed this morning. I just finished one class. Ooh.The weekend now seems surreal to me. What happened?I love my friends.God is so good,God is so good, God is so goodHe's so good to me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112774526374249865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112774526374249865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/09/mondays.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112752335565549261</id><published>2005-09-23T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:55:55.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinatown!</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from Chinatown with the Taiwanese Students Association at Tufts. I'm so haaairrpeeeeeee I got good chinese food! And I got xiaolongbao too! I was in heaven. Oh, I went to the chinese supermarket with a bunch of them after that and I got whatever was left of the spicy chicken korean noodles on the shelf, hello panda (!!!) :))))), haw flakes (san char?) and KHONG GUAN BISCUITS (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112752335565549261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112752335565549261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/09/chinatown.html' title='Chinatown!'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112718526972476383</id><published>2005-09-19T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:01:09.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hives :(</title><summary type='text'>I'm getting hives like, every night for the past four nights now. This is so weird. I got it even after I washed the sheets, and my roommate just beat the big rub and vacuumed it for me. She even gave me some anti-itching cream too. She's really nice. This can't go on though, I'm going to the health services tomorrow. I still have no idea why my skin is misbehaving like this. I missed my peace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112718526972476383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112718526972476383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/09/hives.html' title='Hives :('/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112658305405508151</id><published>2005-09-12T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:44:14.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High Rock</title><summary type='text'>I found a church just a few minutes' walk away from Tufts. It's the United Methodist Church, and it's in a cathedral-esque building..stained glass, high ceilings, the works. Pretty. Most of the people who attend are Asian American, so it's quite a comfortable community. I'm glad. Jon, Charlotte and Pauline are attending it with me, maybe Tom too. It was Charlotte's older sister who recommended </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112658305405508151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112658305405508151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/09/high-rock.html' title='High Rock'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112640786216938585</id><published>2005-09-10T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:04:22.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece Of Cake</title><summary type='text'>Slept in this morning after Fall Ball last night. Comme ci comme ca. Haha that's French for so-so. Probably one of the extremely few things I actually took away from the three classes I had. I went for a free concert in Government Square, Boston, today. Finch and Cake were performing! We lost Jon on the way there though, he got us on the wrong train then hopped off, and before we had time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112640786216938585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112640786216938585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/09/piece-of-cake.html' title='A Piece Of Cake'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112613677986093407</id><published>2005-09-07T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:46:19.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grimms'</title><summary type='text'>What a cool class. I nearly fell asleep listening to the prof though, he's this old guy who knows sooo much (he's a professor emeritus!!!) but speaks in a slow, drawling monotone. Owell, I get credits for reading cool books and watching fairy tale films.French was better today too...thank you so much for the help, Charlotte!I was more homesick yesterday night than I'd ever been since I got here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112613677986093407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112613677986093407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/09/grimms.html' title='Grimms&apos;'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112604649758791020</id><published>2005-09-06T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:41:37.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><summary type='text'>My French class sucks. I thought French 1 was supposed to assume no prior knowledge of the language was required, but they just dump a bunch of French homework in your lap and tell you to hand it in the next day? Something's not right when the entire class comes out not knowing what had just happened in there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112604649758791020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112604649758791020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_07.html' title=':('/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112598597174618335</id><published>2005-09-06T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:52:51.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry!</title><summary type='text'>It's getting cold now! I can't wear shorts at night anymore like I could when I first came. I went for a frat party last night. I don't see what the big deal is about parties. It was only okay, I had two Jell-O vodka shots and some horrid tasting beer. My friends got pretty drunk though, some people were wild, but I was more or less trying to watch out for Charlotte the whole time. She's such a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112598597174618335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112598597174618335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/09/laundry.html' title='Laundry!'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112576510217409157</id><published>2005-09-03T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T12:31:42.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>Ooh I thought I'd been updating but apparantly not. My roommate has already moved in, okay she was here since the 31st. My room is now fully furnished, with a big rug, shelves and whatnot. I have more friends now too. They're so international! Most are Asian though. Jannet from Korea, Charlotte from HK/Singapore, Udy from Nigeria who lives down the hallway, Jon from Singapore who lives upstairs, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112576510217409157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112576510217409157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112528468534857112</id><published>2005-08-28T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:04:45.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baawwston</title><summary type='text'>Dear all at home,Hellohellohello from baawwston (that's really how they say it here, no exaggeration)! Updates:-I have survived a 24hr plane ride. It was changed to SQ at the last minute, so I didn't get to sit with my parents. Instead, I sat behind them, squashed into a middle seat. The guy next to me made conversation though, from Singapore to Frankfurt. His name is Christoph (I'm not sure how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112528468534857112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112528468534857112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/08/baawwston.html' title='Baawwston'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112474078019955644</id><published>2005-08-22T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:09:29.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A HUGE Thank You To...</title><summary type='text'>The RGS girls, the ACJC bunch, the church people, Paprika the Balloon Bearer and the two who don't fit into the aforementioned categories (Greg and JR). Thank you all so much for coming and making it even harder for me to leave now. Special thanks to Yucksin, Kenneth, Michelle and my parents (who don't read this but never mind), who so painstakingly planned and executed the entire party behind my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112474078019955644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112474078019955644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/08/huge-thank-you-to.html' title='A HUGE Thank You To...'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112430502904778478</id><published>2005-08-17T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:57:09.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At this time in a week, I will be on a BA plane taking off from the runway of Changi International Airport, my seemingly depthless well of tears, snot and whatnot having been drained by then. I hope those British workers don't decide to pull another strike, I really wouldn't appreciate any nasty surprises at that time.I've packed my warm clothing into my brand new suitcase, and...yeah, that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112430502904778478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112430502904778478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/08/at-this-time-in-week-i-will-be-on-ba.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112350430433779593</id><published>2005-08-08T06:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:31:44.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleopatra spews forth</title><summary type='text'>Like the Merlion. If you think about it, the Mer-lion is a mere cat. Does that make it a Meerkat then? A gurgling, regurgitating meerkat. Too bad it's not a skunk.'Tis the season to be leaving. Lyn's the first. However, she will be soaking up the Sacremento (-ean?) sun in the West while my toes fall off from frostbite in the East.Didn't get into FOP, so ended up watching the Wedding Crashers with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112350430433779593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112350430433779593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/08/cleopatra-spews-forth.html' title='Cleopatra spews forth'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112299746511749987</id><published>2005-08-02T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:44:25.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Around The Rosies</title><summary type='text'>For the first time in my deprived little life, I watched Edward Scissorhands on Sunday night with the Teos. I am even more in love with Johnny Depp and Tim Burton now. What a fantastic pairing. What a fantastic movie. I can't imagine how I waited so long before watching it.I had my Swedish meatballs (with no cranberry sauce) at Ikea yesterday! Fantastic stuff. Went sneaker-shopping after that. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112299746511749987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112299746511749987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/08/ring-around-rosies.html' title='Ring Around The Rosies'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112266238144657923</id><published>2005-07-29T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:39:41.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enchanted Broccoli</title><summary type='text'>I met Prawn Lim and Coreen for lunch/shopping today. Miss Tang stood us up. Blood is evidently thicker than water. But it was fun nonetheless, I enjoyed catching up. I hadn't seen Shaun in eons!I bought two tees- one with my favourite skunk (Pepi Le Pew) on it and the other one which said The Enchanted Broccoli. I love it. Totally random and out of point.I'm extremely hungry now.I have to buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112266238144657923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112266238144657923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/07/enchanted-broccoli.html' title='The Enchanted Broccoli'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112221930684852025</id><published>2005-07-24T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T11:35:10.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluttony</title><summary type='text'>I have just consumed a shameful quantity of food. And I will pay, very soon. In pounds, of leaps and bounds, no less. Oh, but it was so good. I ate innumerable golden-brown man tous, chilli and 'fragrant' Sri Lankan (read: ginormousss) crabs, black pepper beef, fish, prawn, scallop and tofu. It wasn't my fault really, those crabs were just begging to be eaten. I could read their minds, and their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112221930684852025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112221930684852025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/07/gluttony.html' title='Gluttony'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112143511155567432</id><published>2005-07-15T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T09:45:11.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Handwriting Speaks Volumes (Or Does It?)</title><summary type='text'>Isabelle has  a very unusual lower zone y loop.  If the data input is correct, Isabelle's y or g is large and opens up to the left side of the page.  This is not a common trait, but the implications are very interesting.  As you begin to study handwriting analysis, you will learn any loop indicates imagination.  This lower loop indicates the amount of imagination Isabelle has regarding sex and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112143511155567432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112143511155567432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/07/handwriting-speaks-volumes-or-does-it.html' title='Handwriting Speaks Volumes (Or Does It?)'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112135602005183959</id><published>2005-07-14T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T12:08:05.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Neepers</title><summary type='text'>My sustenance. For the uninitiated and hence deprived, they are the little cone-shaped japanese chocolates which I love so much.Kickboxing today was slack. I am convinced it had to do with standing at the back. But who's complaining? I was tired enough and that's all that matters.I can kick so high.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112135602005183959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112135602005183959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/07/strawberry-neepers.html' title='Strawberry Neepers'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112118601353773589</id><published>2005-07-12T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T09:50:48.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musically Uninclined</title><summary type='text'>That's me. And maybe Yaxin. Uncle Chu Chong declared the first service worship session as 'one of the worst in our 15 years of playing together'. Incidentally, it was mine and Yaxin's debut for many Sunday services to come. They threw me a solo. Which had actually gone slightly better than I'd expected. Anyhow, Yax forgot to come back for second service. She rushed in and clambered onto the stage</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112118601353773589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112118601353773589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/07/musically-uninclined.html' title='The Musically Uninclined'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-112012079886637656</id><published>2005-06-30T04:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T04:39:58.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template!</title><summary type='text'>Thank you Yax for being so patient with your unabashedly IT-impaired friend. I chose this template which happened to be very user-unfriendly and my wonderful bestfrennn was nice enough to forgo part of her tennis game (and breakfast, as I read from my tagboard) to put it up for me because my other one went screwy. But I managed to do the links and tagboard myself. I love it!I just barked at my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/112012079886637656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=112012079886637656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112012079886637656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/112012079886637656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-template.html' title='New Template!'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111988147879881309</id><published>2005-06-27T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:22:19.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes we should sleep earlier</title><summary type='text'>if i'm gone when you wake upplease dont cryif i'm gone when you wake updont ask whySleeping late, sleeping long hours, not waking up when the alarm rings, not waking up when i call you to wake you up~ These contribute to a lower metabolic rate. Having a low metabolic rate, eating at night, eating too many Reese buttercups~ These make you put on unwanted lipids.i can see clearly now the rain is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111988147879881309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111988147879881309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/06/sometimes-we-should-sleep-earlier.html' title='sometimes we should sleep earlier'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-111952701138042087</id><published>2005-06-23T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T04:06:19.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 19th Birthday to Me, to Me!</title><summary type='text'>I know this is pretty overdue, but thanks to everyone who made it down for my birthday :) I sincerely hope you guys had fun eating and seeing each other (and perhaps me haha) again, and my apologies for not really attending to everyone as much as I'd have liked to. Thank you for all the sweet cards and presents, and the messages on my real birthday too! Sorry if I didnt reply them because I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111952701138042087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111952701138042087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-19th-birthday-to-me-to-me.html' title='Happy 19th Birthday to Me, to Me!'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-111781548040785765</id><published>2005-06-03T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T04:35:34.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabberwocky</title><summary type='text'>I went to Gleneagles for two jabs today. One was for meningocococococooccococitis or something along that line, and the other was a blood test. I like Dr. Yip. He's super funny. He sang while jabbing the needle into my arm again. Next week, I have to go back to get a TB test done, as well as three doses of Hep B :( Feels like Thaipusam.*The first time I underwent a blood test, I was twelve, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111781548040785765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111781548040785765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/06/jabberwocky.html' title='Jabberwocky'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-111747373769232875</id><published>2005-05-30T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:22:17.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaven and Shorn, he kissed me the maiden all forlorn</title><summary type='text'>The dog has no more hair. He can totally give both Hannah and Kenneth a run for their money. But he's so ugly. He looks like a genetically modified rat. I'm so sad. I want my mop back. My hirsute houserug has sadly devolved.IH dinner was good, even though I couldnt finish my dinner. We ate at the Starhub Centre jap restaurant, which prints "floats" as "froats" on the menu. Sam and I burst into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111747373769232875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111747373769232875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111747373769232875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111747373769232875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/shaven-and-shorn-he-kissed-me-maiden.html' title='Shaven and Shorn, he kissed me the maiden all forlorn'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111687265159008586</id><published>2005-05-23T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T14:24:11.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boiled Lizard</title><summary type='text'>I'm too lazy to recount this, so I ripped it off Michelle's blog. This was what happened two (or three?) nights ago. Obviously from my dear sister's P.O.V.*Last night/this morning, after my bath, I was about to leave the bathroom when a movement caught my eye and I turned slightly- and lo, I beheld a modern-day dinosaur languishing on the bathtub's edge. Being absolutely terrified of lizards (and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111687265159008586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111687265159008586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111687265159008586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111687265159008586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/boiled-lizard_24.html' title='Boiled Lizard'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111686291208564714</id><published>2005-05-23T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:41:52.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><summary type='text'>Someone please kick me in the head and clear it so I can finally make up my mind. IR at Tufts or Law at NUS? Frigid, bitter winters or scorching, makeup-melting heat? Independence or comfort? A new culture or familiarity? Amelikkkaaaaa or Singapore? To get into both was a huge shocker, now it's a dilemma. But a good one nonetheless. I'm happy to be able to choose, yet I'm too afraid of making the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111686291208564714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111686291208564714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-111641368114193396</id><published>2005-05-18T06:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T06:54:41.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the things that flap and go bump in the night.</title><summary type='text'>This is so unbelievably frustrating. I don't know how to top up the BBDC account so I can't even buy my slots. I guess I'll just have to make a trip down tomorrow. What a waste of time considering that it's in a quasi-kampong.Nonetheless, last night was great fun. Despite not being able to ice-skate (the rink closed at 8.30 for the given reason of "training"), we came up with a brilliant but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111641368114193396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111641368114193396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-things-that-flap-and-go-bump-in.html' title='Oh, the things that flap and go bump in the night.'/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807868.post-111591585604273531</id><published>2005-05-12T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:37:36.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Deadly SinsSloth: 60%Envy: 40%Gluttony: 20%Greed: 20%Pride: 20%Lust: 0%Wrath: 0%Chance You'll Go to Hell: 23%You will get bugs, because you're too lazy to shoo them off. And then you'll die. href="How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111591585604273531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111591585604273531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111591585604273531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111591585604273531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-deadly-sinssloth-60envy.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111583206317446507</id><published>2005-05-11T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:21:03.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Visionary SoulYou are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul.You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.You have great vision and can be very insightful.In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.Visionary souls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111583206317446507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111583206317446507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111583206317446507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111583206317446507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-are-visionary-soulyou-are-curious.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111583152351256120</id><published>2005-05-11T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:12:03.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Inner European is French!Smart and sophisticated.You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so. href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's" Your Inner European?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111583152351256120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111583152351256120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111583152351256120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111583152351256120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-inner-european-is-french-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111583076919125737</id><published>2005-05-11T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:59:29.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Love Style is AgapeYou are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Love Style?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111583076919125737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111583076919125737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111583076919125737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111583076919125737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-love-style-is-agape-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111583000085449385</id><published>2005-05-11T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:46:40.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are 40% Normal(Somewhat Normal)While some of your behavior is quite normal...Other things you do are downright strangeYou've got a little of your freak going onBut you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself href="How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111583000085449385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111583000085449385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111583000085449385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111583000085449385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-are-40-normal-somewhat-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111582986882883772</id><published>2005-05-11T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:44:28.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: June 21Being born on the 21st day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life.The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental.There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude.You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111582986882883772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111582986882883772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111582986882883772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111582986882883772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-birthdate-june-21being-born-on.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111582945373806822</id><published>2005-05-11T12:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:37:33.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Your Dreams Mean...Your dreams seem to show that you're a bit disturbed... but nothing serious.You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep.Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities.You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.href="What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourdreamsmeanquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Dreams Mean?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111582945373806822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111582945373806822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111582945373806822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111582945373806822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-your-dreams-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111582917415594140</id><published>2005-05-11T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:32:54.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>American Cities That Best Fit You:60% Honolulu60% San Francisco55% Atlanta55% Los Angeles55% San Diegohref="Which'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/americancitiesbestfitquiz/"&gt;Which American Cities Best Fit You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111582917415594140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111582917415594140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111582917415594140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111582917415594140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/american-cities-that-best-fit-you60.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111554718420137910</id><published>2005-05-08T05:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T06:13:04.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had honestly begun to believe that I was turning into Isabelle the Insomniac when I couldn't sleep after three hours of hot and bothered tossing and turning in bed last night. I was poking at little lumps of itchiness all over me and thought that my room had become the new mozzies' mess when I realised that it wasn't the case at all. The hives had hit!!!!!!I don't even know what I had that I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111554718420137910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111554718420137910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111554718420137910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111554718420137910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-had-honestly-begun-to-believe-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111523153954269756</id><published>2005-05-04T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:35:42.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This should be the happiest time of my life. And it is. This eight-month hiatus of traveling, of trying my hand at work, of being blessed with a presentable A-level results slip and offers from universities that I never expected to gain entry to, of being able to read books other than my literature texts, of finally having time to myself.Or is it? Why is it that I feel myself grappling to fill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111523153954269756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111523153954269756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111523153954269756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111523153954269756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-should-be-happiest-time-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111468661729183158</id><published>2005-04-28T04:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T07:10:17.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shagged, dragged (down by luggage) and jetlagged. The results of my relatively long-haul flight home. The trip was well worth it though. Awesome. My third trip to that beautiful country was as good as the first two. Pics will be up as soon as I locate my evasive USB cable which I strongly suspect my maid of using as a clothes line. It's so haaawwwtt in this little country I cant believe it. Yax </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111468661729183158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111468661729183158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111468661729183158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111468661729183158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/04/shagged-dragged-down-by-luggage-and.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111390982825951856</id><published>2005-04-19T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T07:23:48.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yax is very happy but cold now. today we saw the LIONMAN at botany, NZ's supposedly biggest shopping mall. the cubs are so cute! den we shopped and belle's GST went up by 600% again. crazy man. but we are verry happy wif our purchases :):):) den went for a paper run wif maonese wong and auntie yong ai and both of dem are 7000000000x fitter den us. we were panting aft waddling up a mini mountain. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111390982825951856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111390982825951856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111390982825951856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111390982825951856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/04/yax-is-very-happy-but-cold-now.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111355405265372659</id><published>2005-04-15T04:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T04:34:12.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heelloo everybody..we just had dinner and is verry full esp aft the sinfully oily but yummy fish and chips wrapped in newspaper by the beach. thgh the many seabirds were a hindrance to our meal. the bus fares here are exorbitant man. and the first driver that picked us up was a psychopath k. the psycho refused to open the door for us aft we had stood there for an hour in the cold winds waiting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111355405265372659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111355405265372659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111355405265372659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111355405265372659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/04/heelloo-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111323745733737867</id><published>2005-04-11T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T12:37:37.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I shall slice through the sky and land amongst the Baas and the Moomoos come tomorrow night. Real ones too, not like those of colour adorning the grass patches scattered randomly around this little island. I think they're adorable though. Really spices up a tedious drive.Daddy bought David an ipod. How unfair is that?!?!?!Truly disgusting. To think I don't even have one. ;pEhehehehe my suitcase </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111323745733737867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111323745733737867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111323745733737867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111323745733737867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-shall-slice-through-sky-and-land.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111211353896977773</id><published>2005-03-29T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T11:25:38.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm hooked up to a 24-hour heart rate surveillance machine. AND MY HEART GOES BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!!!!! Hoo hoo! Plus, I got my 2nd dose of the Hep A vaccination done at Dr. Yip's today. I really, really detest needles. Dr. Yip was singing while he stuck it in. I wanted to die.There was a really cute little boy sitting nearby who kept smiling at me. When i smiled back, he hid his face and giggled</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111211353896977773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111211353896977773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111211353896977773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111211353896977773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-hooked-up-to-24-hour-heart-rate.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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-5807868.post-111143533671093715</id><published>2005-03-21T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:02:16.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never thought I'd be able to shop for four whole days in a row. But we all did, and survived! Bangkok was incredibly fun. Baht felt like monopoly money, bargaining was a cheap thrill, food was amazingly cheap. Everything was so unlimited and unsupervised. Running out of cash? No problem, just changed more money. Tired? Walked back to Pathuwan and took breaks in the hotel room. Bored? Never. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/feeds/111143533671093715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5807868&amp;postID=111143533671093715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111143533671093715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807868/posts/default/111143533671093715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkfaeries.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-never-thought-id-be-able-to-shop-for.html' title=''/><author><name>s a t u r d ay ' s c h i l d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05068483043670644629</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>
