<?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-1507296909834930925</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:59:26.839-08:00</updated><category term='shopping'/><category term='music'/><category term='travel'/><category term='what i wore today'/><category term='ps3'/><category term='mbp'/><category term='melbourne'/><category term='books'/><category term='random musing'/><category term='bitchery'/><category term='doodles'/><category term='food and drink'/><title type='text'>phantoms</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-2567042220784245769</id><published>2009-05-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:17:21.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW BLOG (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KITTYMAO.COM change your links people! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-2567042220784245769?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2567042220784245769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=2567042220784245769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2567042220784245769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2567042220784245769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog-again-kittymao.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-6515497650622676899</id><published>2009-01-31T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:44:08.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the blink of an eye</title><content type='html'>CNY is over! Thank goodness this year is much more bearable than the past years because I was actually chatting with people, mostly with my cousin's new wife, Tina. She's pretty fun and cute, and a life scientist like me :P And she hates research HAHA!!! She is moving back to Melbourne with my cousin in Feb! I have a new shopping partner :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other good thing this CNY was the food prepared by my grandaunt, who is a Peranakan. She makes the most AWESOME and FANTASTIC sambal fried rice EVER. I look forward to it every year. And the most AMAZING salted vegetables and duck soup.... Ohhhhhh yum. Stuffed my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I usually never liked CNY because I don't like having to be like a trained performing smiling monkey for rellos I never see anyway. And ang paos? I am not allowed to use them anyway... So other than the awesome sambal fried rice and soup there is nothing to look forward to really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-6515497650622676899?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6515497650622676899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=6515497650622676899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6515497650622676899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6515497650622676899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-blink-of-eye.html' title='in the blink of an eye'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-7362018876540058789</id><published>2009-01-08T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:46:21.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn off that nasty CNY music</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't do much since last year, having been wonderfully unproductive and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did do some shopping on and offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, this dress from etsy.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SWYAsrQIvHI/AAAAAAAAANM/A2Jfg8tnTCk/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SWYAsrQIvHI/AAAAAAAAANM/A2Jfg8tnTCk/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288915579917876338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also a MAC 15 pan palette to house some of my eyeshadows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SWYoMhR6DnI/AAAAAAAAANU/dwQkaZkHUNo/s1600-h/Photo+64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SWYoMhR6DnI/AAAAAAAAANU/dwQkaZkHUNo/s320/Photo+64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288959007950245490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought a Spiked eyebrow pencil and finally bought a new loose powder- Chanel's poudre universalle libre. Not tried it yet :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am returning to Melbs on the 14th of Feb... But I only arrive on the morning of 15th and won't be able to spend V-day with Elliot .... Poo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-7362018876540058789?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7362018876540058789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=7362018876540058789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7362018876540058789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7362018876540058789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2009/01/turn-off-that-nasty-cny-music.html' title='turn off that nasty CNY music'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SWYAsrQIvHI/AAAAAAAAANM/A2Jfg8tnTCk/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-997102624213309157</id><published>2008-12-22T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:58:02.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it snow, let it snow, let it snow</title><content type='html'>Another Christmas, another New Year, the clock is ticking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired as so I cbf to upload pictures. Anyway, since I have been back, I haven't been productive at all! This is unacceptable and has to change D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the other day I bought a nice dress from Robinsons for 109, and since I had vouchers, I only had to pay 9 bucks! HEHE! Also had a really good find at the Mango sale, a cute navy jacket for 59, down from 99! Squee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to buy things from cosmetics counters but I have not been impressed either by the service or the products! For example, there was no one at the Paul &amp;amp; Joe counter until like 25 seconds later! And then two of the lighter shades of their loose powder are sold out... How can this be?! The SA at Ettusais was also too busy braiding her hair to say hi, so fuck you, you're not earning anything from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing a fair bit of Little Big Planet on PS3, it's a really cute game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm really tired so I shall give up writing here and fully vegetate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-997102624213309157?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/997102624213309157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=997102624213309157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/997102624213309157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/997102624213309157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='let it snow, let it snow, let it snow'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-4530605500165570905</id><published>2008-12-11T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:51:58.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Appreciate: Melbourne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is so boring- there are only so many places you can go to, nothing to explore at all! Bitch Bitch Rant Rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am waiting on some pix from my cousin, Jasmine, with whom I went out on a pig-out fest. It's cool to be able to connect with a relative. I am not close to them at all otherwise, which is kind of sadddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Elliot :( Can't wait to go back to see him again! He made a mock up of a wordpress blog design for me! IT IS SO CUTE HEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SUDO29zhe9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/wGkRJLzCb2o/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SUDO29zhe9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/wGkRJLzCb2o/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278446206977145810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be going to Barcelona and Lisbon in Feb... BUT I WANT TO GO TO HK!!! Not Spain and Portugal! Something is awfully wrong with me, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-4530605500165570905?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4530605500165570905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=4530605500165570905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4530605500165570905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4530605500165570905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/12/appreciate-melbourne.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SUDO29zhe9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/wGkRJLzCb2o/s72-c/IMG_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-6298143913387202849</id><published>2008-11-29T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:00:58.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligatory update posttttt</title><content type='html'>I've been done with the exams six days ago, but I've just been too busy to update! I am going to try to remember what I did-- so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day the exam ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home to get prepped for dinner with LQ, Elliot was too busy to keep me company! Pfffshthhtt. Had dinner at Tomodachi @ Melb Central, it was expensive but mmmgoooood, and I wore my new dress from Hello Gorgeous- It is pretty amazing and I love it. I have been on a dress-acquisition mode, and I should have two more from Urban Outfitters if they, along with the US postal system, stop being twats. Damn Americunts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that IT WAS TOO EARLY TO GO HOME!- So we went to watch the only movie that was barely even worth spending 5 seconds at, which was Quantum of Solace *shudder* Daniel Craig is so ugly and the movie is so bad. It was still way too early to go back, so we went and had a drink at Cookie... I think it was Cookie, but IDK, it was too dark to tell. Had the most fucking potent Long Island Tea known to mankind, so potent that every drop was worth the $20 for that one stupid drink. Still too early to call it a day, so we went for supper at Chinatown while semi-tipsy AHHA so funny trying to walk down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 Post exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LQ and I team up again to storm Chapel St.- Kekekeke. I had a dress I wanted to try at American Apparel before I ordered it online, and THANK GOD I went to try it on, because it looked crap on me. SO after traipsing around for a bit, when I also picked up some petrochemical free Paw Paw Ointment (that's papaya), which is some awesome shiz for use as lipbalm or on dry skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to be random and go down to Glenferrie and walk around- Boring street, really. I prefer Bridge Rd or Chapel St, Smith St or Brunswick St even! Headed back to the city and etc.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 Post exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the story begins with LQ and I! Ahahaha. We're kind of partners in crime over here :P So this day we take the train down to Belgrave, which is an hour away, except Connex (the train system) sucks and the train bound for Belgrave suddenly turned into a train bound for Riversdale. WTF CONNEX??! I hate you. So we had to get off at a stop along the way and wait for the next train that actually is really, seriously, NO LIES AND DECEIT, going to Belgrave. So Belgrave is like a hour's ride away and is up on the Dandenong Ranges, which are sorta low mountain ranges where there are lots of cute little towns and shops and ... things. We met our friend Ani, and then hopped on the Puffing Billy, which is a steam train that goes around the Dandenongs and show off the superb views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJC6Xzv_zI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7sbQtWMs14w/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJC6Xzv_zI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7sbQtWMs14w/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274351684195188530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puffing billlly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour of being stuck in a carriage with two small kids, we met up with De, who is armed with a camcorder. De first drove us to Grants, but LQ and I have already been there with her previously, so this is just to scare Ani with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRDS. So many fucking birds omg. I hate birds. &gt;_&gt;  These are parrots, so at least they look quite pretty (compared to seagulls and pigeons.. grr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJC6HOhj0I/AAAAAAAAALI/CBXhteBnJxU/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJC6HOhj0I/AAAAAAAAALI/CBXhteBnJxU/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274351679744085826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ani and De with the BIRDS of DOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I mention that I hate birds? Seagulls in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove up to Sassafras where the AWESOME tea shop is, and I bought some English Breakfast for Ade and some Darjeeling for myself :D, our next shop is the amazing pie shop in the town Olinda, called Pie in the Sky! Pie is so awesome. No pictures sry, too busy eating lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the top of the mountains, to the lookout called Sky High!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJIIKlcSfI/AAAAAAAAALY/kUwa7tlkDwc/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJIIKlcSfI/AAAAAAAAALY/kUwa7tlkDwc/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274357418721823218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJIInmgz4I/AAAAAAAAALg/DHfU_fC36Dk/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJIInmgz4I/AAAAAAAAALg/DHfU_fC36Dk/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274357426510942082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you click on the photo to enlarge, you can see some tall buildings on the left of the horizon- that is the Melbourne CBD :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJIJGNmzoI/AAAAAAAAALo/aACkHFgejLY/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJIJGNmzoI/AAAAAAAAALo/aACkHFgejLY/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274357434727976578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some random garden at Sky High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went on to visit the William Ricketts Sanctuary, where there are sculptures among the ferns and rocks and stuff. I didn't really like it because I was tired and cranky by then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJIJb39KdI/AAAAAAAAALw/hCqkPANKVqg/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJIJb39KdI/AAAAAAAAALw/hCqkPANKVqg/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274357440542747090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arty Farty shot of a sculpture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, we drove down to Bonbeach, near Frankston, and we flew a kite on the beach and played with the water! This went on until we could see the multiple storms moving in- yes you can actually see the storms move in from the bay, really fucking awesome. I have no pictures because I am a noob and left my camera in the car. Ani left us, and De took us to her place back in Cranbourne, where we sat around, talked and ate junk food while it rained outside. We caught the next train back to Melbs because it was an hour's ride away and the next train would be at 9... Which is.. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much, too pooped from yesterday- commuting and sitting in cars for long drives = SO TIRING!! Went out to the city to do a bit of shopping and called it a day, basically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the big day today for going to Geelong to visit Eliza! Elliot and I caught a regional train from Southern Cross station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJMAWB0m1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/oOrVh5wsya4/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJMAWB0m1I/AAAAAAAAAMA/oOrVh5wsya4/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274361682401205074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stuck in a cabin with this bunch of middle aged people whom Aussies will call 'bogans' or what SGreans will call kampong kias. They were sat apart and talking over the carriage to one another about boring shit that no one cares about. Lawl. And one lady had this awful fake Chanel bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza and Craig picked us up from the station, and also this girl named Eve, who is backpacking in AU till next July- we went down to Queenscliff to take a ferry, and there happened to be a music fest and stalls up and stuff, and there was this awesome one-man band with a metal guitar! I bought one of his cds! Only 5 bucks! Cheep cheep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJMBI7ZZ0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7iwxx1-f-IA/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJMBI7ZZ0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7iwxx1-f-IA/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274361696064464706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took the ferry to Sorrento, a kinda ATAS place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJTnrNeTGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zr81209Et10/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJTnrNeTGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zr81209Et10/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274370054683511906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJIJ56GIFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/g_q5fpq_pfU/s1600-h/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJIJ56GIFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/g_q5fpq_pfU/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274357448604786770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had fish and chips! Lol at Elliot. Siao angmoh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ferried back to Queenscliff, drove back to Geelong, where we had some hot chocolate at Panache, which was really yummy! We then took the train back to Melbs cause we were all tired as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today really, went out to have lunch with Elliot at his favourite place... Him and his claypot rice lol. Bugged by flies through the meal! :( I then dragged him to Southbank for the craft market! Really cool :D I like how Melbs has all these market thingies... Yet to go to the Camberwell market or the St Kilda one- They only happen on Sundays, and I don't have anymore Sundays until my return to SG... Oh well, Leave some places for next semesters, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-6298143913387202849?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6298143913387202849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=6298143913387202849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6298143913387202849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6298143913387202849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/11/obligatory-update-posttttt.html' title='Obligatory update posttttt'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/STJC6Xzv_zI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7sbQtWMs14w/s72-c/IMG_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-6597177241966480934</id><published>2008-11-08T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:40:20.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gonna have papers starting TOMORROW. Erlack. Also means that the time to return to SG looms...Nearly 3 weeks now D: Time flies. Hahaha. My dad said I can go shopping in SG. WINZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to buy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Leather jacket&lt;br /&gt;2. More clothes&lt;br /&gt;3. More Shu Uemura stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to eat:&lt;br /&gt;1. At Sushi Tei, biatches!&lt;br /&gt;2. Nasi Lemak. Oh god I've had such cravings for it om nomnomnom.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bak Kut Teh&lt;br /&gt;4. Sambal stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Loof!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-6597177241966480934?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6597177241966480934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=6597177241966480934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6597177241966480934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6597177241966480934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-procrastinating-and-not-studying-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-7762669611611131244</id><published>2008-10-30T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:29:27.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>You know you have a spending problem when you shop enough randomly in the space of a month to buy a pair of Louboutins.. Um, oops. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-7762669611611131244?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7762669611611131244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=7762669611611131244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7762669611611131244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7762669611611131244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-8061718718850523900</id><published>2008-10-24T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:47:51.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I fail at staying detected</title><content type='html'>I've been up to my eyeballs in crap, but submissions are mostly over for now, though I still have freaking exams to think about. Fucking uni, 12 weeks of academic contact time and they have the cheek to charge, what, 1.2K AUD a week? You must be fucking joking me, except not. Bloodsuckers. I hope you all die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I had a really good day yesterday, whoopwhoop!!! It was epic, massive WINZ, although it didn't start out very well because I was just falling asleep in every lecture despite trying to keep my eyes open desperately :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Docklands with Li Qiu for the Sass and Bide jeans warehouse sale! It was a pretty warm day yesterday and the tram didn't have air-conditioning! As a result, we were both pretty well grilled by the time we arrive at the wharfs, and it doesn't end there- we had to walk the... what, 1km? In the crazy Australian UV-ray fest that is the sun. I swear to God/Flying Spaghetti Monster that I will get skin cancer if I live in this country on a long-term basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, S&amp;amp;B sale. Oh, how I love sales. I automatically gravitate towards shops with Sales signs plastered all over, even if they are menswear. So anyway, located in some godforsaken warehouse on the docks is the sale! Which was surprisingly good, and had quality stuff that wasn't like SUPER FLARE 50" INSEAM GLITTER MESS. The same, however, cannot be said about the changing room. Literally 'room', singular, because it was just an area they blocked off from the main bit and everyone is just changing there! It was an panties-clad ass carnival and the occasional boobage. It was all right though, because no one stares or shit, everyone just minds their own business. I'm willing to bet if this was in Singapore, first, people will just complain there isn't individual change rooms, and then when they do have to change, they will just be checking out and criticising other people's butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, only in SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought two pairs of jeans, woohoo! One pair was 50 and the other 70- S&amp;amp;B jeans can run 180 to over 240, so FUCK YESSSS. I AM SO FULL OF WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to the city, walked around.... And discovered that SHU UEMURA HAS ARRIVED ON THE SHORES OF MELBOURNE and so I cannot wait anymore to buy that goddamn foundation, got a match and paid for it. YAY I am so happy. :D I am going to try that baby out today. Better be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared churros with LQ, and then had dinnz at Wagamama which is honestly the shittiest thing after that horrible dinner at Hunchbax. More than made up for it with strawberry/custard/nutella crepes from that Harajuku crepe shop. YAY. Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-8061718718850523900?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8061718718850523900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=8061718718850523900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8061718718850523900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8061718718850523900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-fail-at-staying-detected.html' title='I fail at staying detected'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-4192560923972844255</id><published>2008-10-12T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T05:27:49.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Steph's back on the radar.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, I haven't written in a longish while again. I'm kind of getting bored of this blog template! Evans! Make me another one!-- Nah, I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did break up with Travis, and I could have done things better, but it's all in the past. Gotta move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are well with Elliot, mostly. Until when my temper/blind rage gets the better of me, then he yells at me (pretty understandable), and then it is just NOT pretty. Everyone who knows me well knows that the best way to deal with me does not have "Yell at her" on the list, because it only makes me very very upset, and then you'll get even more upset and then there's really no point anyway because I am already not rational to begin with, and yelling at me will only make it worse :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's the only problem we have and that really blows since I seem to increasingly have barely any control over my emotions.. I am very hot tempered, but there are lots of these 'sparks' more than ever. There's no moment for "Should I be angry? Is the reason for my anger valid or justified?"- I just tip over, and believe me, having no self-control over strange triggers on your anger is a very frightening thing. Sometimes I really feel like I never have a grip on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just extremely stressed and tired. Science sickens and bores me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-4192560923972844255?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4192560923972844255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=4192560923972844255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4192560923972844255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4192560923972844255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-stephs-back-on-radar.html' title='And Steph&apos;s back on the radar.'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-3322110184225590536</id><published>2008-09-25T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:36:30.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Get out,' I said. 'Get the hell out and don't come back.'</title><content type='html'>I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.  From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.  One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.  I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose.  I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sylvia Plath "The Bell Jar"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-3322110184225590536?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3322110184225590536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=3322110184225590536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3322110184225590536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3322110184225590536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-out-i-said-get-hell-out-and-dont.html' title='&apos;Get out,&apos; I said. &apos;Get the hell out and don&apos;t come back.&apos;'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-5174780166952630018</id><published>2008-09-15T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:10:56.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life is like a soap opera... thing</title><content type='html'>Considering calling it quits with Travis.... I am bored and I need better entertainment than being frustrated with a boyfriend who does not give me what I want. Cause, you know, I am a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, not. I really am not one of those idiotic girls who think they are a princess, but I believe I deserve to be treated as I'd like to be treated by someone who claims to like me, who gives to a relationship as much as I do. Treat me well and I will in turn treat you well, not like a trade, but with equal dynamics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the point of a boyfriend when he doesn't give you the boyfriendy things you like? NO POINT, RIGHT!? I can do with having no boyfriend, but when you have one, he better be good -_- Anyway. I have an alternative solution lined up here (ooh I feel like such a vixen.... I don't know why I get so much male attention here but ah well, gives me something to procrastinate about, ROFLMAO.) Let me tell you about this guy, Elliot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SM8wwruDs6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/xDSW88hkxL8/s1600-h/Photo+86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SM8wwruDs6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/xDSW88hkxL8/s320/Photo+86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246465703837676450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a boardgames thing along with Eliza, and we made a kickass Pictionary team although Eliza and I were total n00bs to Pictionary. Totally OWNED everyone, man, it was fantastic. Get along with him better than I do with Travis- this makes me really wonder why I am with him.... I suppose I am just used to having him around for company :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me feels like I should be fair to Travis and sound him out on it, see if he wants to give it another go, but I doubt anything will change. Ehhhh. Dumping someone is actually difficult! Whaddaya know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-5174780166952630018?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5174780166952630018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=5174780166952630018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/5174780166952630018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/5174780166952630018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-is-like-soap-opera-thing.html' title='my life is like a soap opera... thing'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SM8wwruDs6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/xDSW88hkxL8/s72-c/Photo+86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-9178229729692470630</id><published>2008-09-12T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T05:55:19.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoever says money can't buy happiness...</title><content type='html'>...does not know where to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing HEAPS of shopping y'all. It's a bit ridiculous, but whatever makes me happy. Ha ha. I only have pictures for a few of the stuff, cause I'm lazy as. The point of this post is to do a bit of a mini-review of the things I have bought (and also to distract myself from doing USEFUL, PRODUCTIVE things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;№ 1: Jurlique- Rose Hand Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpf7YblwaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nhfooqNY9F8/s1600-h/31sGkirNocL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpf7YblwaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nhfooqNY9F8/s320/31sGkirNocL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245110189801456034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells divine. Erm, I think it's not heavy duty enough- I do a lot of cleaning around the flat, and my fingertips have gone wrinkly... Prior to use of this, my palms are actually peeling- all better now, but the pruny fingertips (and not from excessive soaking in water) remain after a week. I'll see how it goes, or maybe I'll buy something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;№ 2: Lush- Angels on Bare Skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpg2CD53cI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LGq0qFj5cQY/s1600-h/AngelsOnBare150.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpg2CD53cI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LGq0qFj5cQY/s320/AngelsOnBare150.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245111197408812482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I love this stuff, doesn't look too good- but it is.. I just bought more the other day. If I have to get rid of everything in my skincare routine and only get to keep one: this is it. I've been using it since I've tried it last September in Sydney, and even bought 700g back to SG when I left in Dec'07. 700g is HEAPS, the salesgirl was so surprised I asked for that amount, that she gave me lots of samples hahahahha. Since then, I've tried to deviate and use other brands of face washes, but I always come back- this smells SO GOOD, I can smell it FOREVER. It's really gentle. and cleans without making your skin all tight and gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;№ 3: Neutrogena - Oil-Free Moisturizer for Sensitive Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpg2QD4aDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/C1gzq9wO2ao/s1600-h/Picture20-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpg2QD4aDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/C1gzq9wO2ao/s320/Picture20-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245111201166813234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheapy goody- I like. Fuss-free, does as it is supposed to. Minimalistic. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;№ 4: Lush- Amandopondo Bubble Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpg2ci9UHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7uQqtU-4rx0/s1600-h/amandobig.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpg2ci9UHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7uQqtU-4rx0/s320/amandobig.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245111204518383730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bubble bar! Run the bath, toss this little bar into the water and watch it foam up, hop in and Enjoy Your Bath! Ahhh it also smells divine, none of the overpowering nonsense... Rose Absolute, lemon and orange oil.... Mmm definitely melts the troubles and migraines away :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;№ 5: CLOTHES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay no pictures here or we will be here until the next millenium. Recently got ahold of my Victoria's Secrets haul, woohoo, loves it. Got three tops from Cotton On, two cardigans from MNG, dress from Dotti, Supre shirts and sweats, and even further back was that hot pink and white skir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t from FCUK which I love to death.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;№ 6: MAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpkx5dmNvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N9MdbpPTuck/s1600-h/Photo+83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpkx5dmNvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N9MdbpPTuck/s320/Photo+83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245115524427691762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right so I've been on the prowl for a red lipstick that does not make me look like a total clown or a child with mum's makeup- I go to MAC with the intention of buying ONE lipstick and end up with 4 of the above pictured products, lolz. The MAC addict is back, and it's not too good while I am here in AU because Australian retail is just SO NOT WORTH IT. I will do up a wishlist for when I get back to SG. So in the picture, l-r are Alta Moda p/l/l, Dubonnet l/s (which I am using in that picture), Creme Cerise l/s, Cherry Blossom l/g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wearing Alta Moda... Yes I know I look tired in this picture... I AM/WAS and I was in day-old make up so.. Stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpl3mNVoEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_pt1h7vUUzc/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpl3mNVoEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_pt1h7vUUzc/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245116721850064962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-9178229729692470630?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/9178229729692470630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=9178229729692470630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/9178229729692470630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/9178229729692470630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoever-says-money-cant-buy-happiness.html' title='whoever says money can&apos;t buy happiness...'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SMpf7YblwaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nhfooqNY9F8/s72-c/31sGkirNocL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-3602705710553848999</id><published>2008-09-09T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:54:56.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend + my Monday + Tuesdays in a glance (or more)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to do my groceries after lectures on Friday in the city: I drop around 50 bucks each visit and go around twice a week. It's fucked and ironic that buying healthy food (wholemeal bread, chicken breast meat, ground lean beef, soy milk, the kind of cereal that isn't just sugared biscuits in disguise, lean chicken ham, veggies, fruits) is so expensive while chips are always on sale: a buck for a huge bag, or a giant bar of chocolate for that price, or soda, and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home to put away the things and got asked out for coffee randomly by Tze, so we met up for the first time ever, and went to Lygon for some Koko Black and to Brunetti's. Full cream milk = no no for lactose intolerant me, because after I went home, I spent a fair bit of time barfing, lolz. Not pleasant, and killed my plans to hoover the flat and clean up before Sat because I just wanted to sit down and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I might just be an alcoholic and having someone to drink with is feeding into that addiction. Everyone knows I hate losing control, but it is also one thing that I would like to do: which is to have a little fun- very conflicting, I know. Travis suggested going out at like... 9pm- so the Alcoholic in me jumped in to say yes before the Logical me could say NO I JUST WANT TO SLEEP. Got pretty tipsy, which was awful when it was wearing off, went to bed at ~ 5am? Fuuuuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with T at some Thai place before I ran off to meet Eliza and he went home to pick up the Little Britain DVDs cause the idiot forgot to bring them for the Little Britain marathon planned for that evening. It was nice to have a break from him though, LOL. Shopped around with E, bought some Jurlique hand cream, which smells like a dream. Needed a richer hand cream since my hands are turning into some old lady webbed palms :| Got some tea from T2, which is this awesome gourmet tea shop that is just simply an orgasm in a form of a store. Love it to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying some sushi for dinner, we headed back to my place before buggering off to Lygon to pick up some alcohol. T came back and got pizza, and the marathon began! Well, it was not much of a marathon cause we were all tired by ~12.30am and the Season 2 disc just went on too fucking long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E left for brekkie with her friend before T and I were up; eventually we went into the city for lunch at Singapore Chom Chom, but this time, the bak chor mee was substandard... Or maybe it just didn't taste good cause I was pissed off at him. He always manages to piss me off but he just got me good that day. He attempted to redeem himself by making dinner but urgh :| I was still pissed. Pretty good fried bee hoon coming from an angmoh, but don't tell him I said that cause his head will not fit through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T left when I had to go for class; things were a bit better then because I did manage to get a rant in the previous night, but we do have different ideals and everything... So. Um. I don't know. Whatever, will take things as they come. Had an appt with a counsellor to talk about my feelings/shit. Hm. I won't elaborate on that, too fucking tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had uni. Met up with Denise from Week 0!!! Ahh I missed her, she's so funny hehehe. We had great Japanese at a place hidden away in Chinatown... It's so tiny and cozy and cute. I love it. We headed up to Brunswick St which is pretty hippie and everything- I prefer Chapel St though, there's a lot more to see. Had churros, which was fucking ace. A good day, but now I feel so goddamn fat. Was gonna tram up from the city after getting in from Brunswick but there was a fire at Myer! So there were fire engines and shit blocking the roads and the trams were not running... Fuck. Fatty fatty boom boom me decided to walk home and burn some calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all folks. Don't say I didn't blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-3602705710553848999?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3602705710553848999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=3602705710553848999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3602705710553848999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3602705710553848999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-my-monday-tuesdays-in-glance-or.html' title='Weekend + my Monday + Tuesdays in a glance (or more)'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-3009779478270385492</id><published>2008-09-05T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:15:20.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>public service announcement</title><content type='html'>This evening I was on MSN with Travis &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;about going out tonight-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: if you get smashed like last time imma kick you to the kerb&lt;br /&gt;travis: lol&lt;br /&gt;travis: curb&lt;br /&gt;travis: HAAAAAAAAA BITCH&lt;br /&gt;travis: TAKE THAT CORRECTION&lt;br /&gt;travis: HAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;me: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kerb_(road)&lt;br /&gt;me: FUCK OFF&lt;br /&gt;travis: ouf&lt;br /&gt;travis: i just got shutdown&lt;br /&gt;travis: in a major way&lt;br /&gt;travis: kinda scared to leave the house now&lt;br /&gt;travis: whimper&lt;br /&gt;travis: dayum girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THAT, stupid bastard lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is that you do not mess with me with regards to speeeling errers and grammar 'cause I will pwnz j00 and your ass will be busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, FUCK YESSSSSS WEEEKENDNNDNNDNDND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-3009779478270385492?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3009779478270385492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=3009779478270385492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3009779478270385492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3009779478270385492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/09/public-service-announcement.html' title='public service announcement'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-1540306114558863100</id><published>2008-08-25T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:34:26.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg it is an update!!!</title><content type='html'>Winter does not seem to be ending anytime soon and I still need an umbrella, but although the weather is pretty mundane (being cold and generally wet.. well at least not warm and wet), my life is actually pretty dramatic :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am kinda seeing this guy and I don't know what he really wants from me; essentially I am taking chances that I don't really want to take. I really need to suss him out on this one and ugh I just don't know what to think about him because it's just mixed feelings all around. He isn't my type apart from the fact that he has dark blonde/light brown hair and blue-green eyes and is full of LOL. He is two years older than I am and he talks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;enough to border on FUCKING irritating, he wants to go to Japan for a year, is a good kisser, has a great physique. But he clubs, drinks, has done drugs, does not go to uni, lives in a shithole, gels his hair, does not have the best intentions -_-; Actually he is pretty hot, so I don't know what the fuck he is doing with me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I really don't want to write much about this here so if anyone has any burning questions they can just ask me on msn ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate uni because I am a lazy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like making a trip to Sydney for no real reason except to eat some sashimi and visit Mich. Food is actually better in Syd compared to here. But other than that, I love Melbourne woooot. I would hate having to go out to Avalon (this far ass airport) to take a cheapy flight though so maybe I will just settle for going around Melbs. I want to see fairy penguins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-1540306114558863100?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1540306114558863100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=1540306114558863100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/1540306114558863100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/1540306114558863100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-it-is-update.html' title='omg it is an update!!!'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-3500294760563126897</id><published>2008-08-08T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:07:04.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was out this evening to catch a footy match with&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Eliza, Dee and their footy friends. It was pretty awesome, although the opposing team sucked ass and I found it really hard to concentrate when the goals switched sides at the alternate quarters cause all the action is at the other side and I'm all mehhhh bored. It was also extremely cold. 4 layers of clothing and I was still freezing my fucking arse off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do my phone call report to my father as usual, and I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really sick&lt;/span&gt; of having to keep calling back to feed them with information of what I am doing... So I made the mistake of telling him I went to the footy, and he asked if there were white people there. Yes, father, there were. And then he went semi-apeshit and started going on about how I shouldn't mix around too much with them and how I should stick with my Singaporean friends and how I shouldn't go drinking and shit and go out after dark and forge too close friendships... Erm, fuck that. Don't give me friendship or relationship advice when your own friendships and relationships are in tatters. His ones certainly are. My father is pretty much totally racist against white Caucasians (it's really ridiculous) and is terrified that I will end up dating or marrying a white guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he would just burst a vessel if he finds out that I might just be somewhat seeing one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I will just tell him in every phone call from now on that I am at home all day and I've been studying all day but I took a break when I went to town to buy food. Alone. About how I always go to the city ALONE 'cause I am pathetic and have no friends and a total freaking nerd. And I have to hang up now cause I have to go to bed. Win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-3500294760563126897?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3500294760563126897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=3500294760563126897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3500294760563126897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3500294760563126897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/08/was-out-this-evening-to-catch-footy.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-5422009438414261785</id><published>2008-07-30T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:31:39.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stayin' alive</title><content type='html'>Found myself seriously struggling with Molecular and Genetic Basis for Disease after yesterday's lecture. I completely did not know what he was talking about. Granted, he was a pretty crap lecturer who digressed and hardly made any sense because he just flashed some pictures and talked about things not related to the slides. Also, he stood at the back of the class and talked from there, which is really rather disconcerting. Do I look at him or what??? He was right behind me and he spoke with a Steve Irwin type of hick accent, coupled with a booming voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplated switching subjects to do Developmental and Cellular Genetics, but um, that was *WORSE*. I sat in a lecture and I might as well as have sat in an aerospace engineering class because that was how bad it was. Felt quite upset about this whole not-getting-anything shit, but this is life, man.. If you knew everything you can just go and kill yourself because it's going to get boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Suck-It-Up Part I begins with a trip to the library to take out the Immunology text that was the recommended text meant for the subject. It really is a shit textbook. It starts talking about a certain component in pg 6 and does not explain what the component is until page 253. I mean, what the hell is up with that!? Now I know why the lecturer is crap... It's because he uses a crap reference text ha ha ha and his slides were based on 3rd edition... The newest is 6th. Talk about being updated :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Suck-It-Up Part II sees me going through the basics I've done in NYP and I gradually feel the knowledge seep back into my brain, thank God. I didn't even bother getting up to go to the lecture this morning, because 1) I hardly copy anything down cause he talks at the speed of a machine gun firing and 2) I don't know wtf I'm copying if I am copying- mostly I just sit there totally mystified, the lecture might as well as have been conducted in Greek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've gotten a better idea of the subject and stopped wondering why the hell I don't understand anything at the lecture (stop expecting people to lay things out for you + ignore the crap lecturer), I'm feeling heaps more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been cooking random stuff: peanut butter cookies, chicken rice, this baked... casserole kind of thing.... I'm going to cook some fried rice tonight hahaha. Ooooh I should make chawanmushi soon... Need to get stuff to chuck inside, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL LEAVE YALL WITH A PICTURE OF MY COOKIES WHICH I RANDOMLY MADE ONE NIGHT AT 10.50PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SJFqIpFPoOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9qdeaN9QcRE/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SJFqIpFPoOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9qdeaN9QcRE/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229077339053203682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-5422009438414261785?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5422009438414261785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=5422009438414261785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/5422009438414261785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/5422009438414261785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/07/stayin-alive.html' title='stayin&apos; alive'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SJFqIpFPoOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9qdeaN9QcRE/s72-c/IMG_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-2815120554276359534</id><published>2008-07-27T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:22:07.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day at uni</title><content type='html'>Developmental Biology marked the first uni lecture I attended and uh, well, it's kinda the same as poly lecture... Ha ha. Nothing special there. This is a pretty exciting topic though, and I reckon it is the most exciting topic I am going to have this semester and the closest one to being full-blown anatomy based. Glad to have a lecturer who seems really concise and delivers well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say the same about Molecular and Genetic Basis of Disease.... Boo... Yuck. Immunology -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't attend the Biotechnology in Practice lecture because it clashed with Dev Bio- anyways it is really boring. How do I know this? There are recorded mp3s of every lecture and that is available online. Spifftastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only had two lectures today! I have Tuesdays off so it's Slack Day woohoo, I'm so thrilled. I actually am. Gawd..... Anyways, doing the laundry right now. YAY FRESH BEDSHEETS :3 I rearranged the furniture around in my room so now I have a larger space :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch The Dark Knight yesterday- it's fabby. I love Christian Bale so fucking much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-2815120554276359534?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2815120554276359534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=2815120554276359534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2815120554276359534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2815120554276359534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-day-at-uni.html' title='first day at uni'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-824003209765301168</id><published>2008-07-23T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:23:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I AM AN IDIOT</title><content type='html'>"I'm not feeling so fierce right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him around 20m away and immediately thought, "Wow, he is cute." And from what I could gather then, he was headed to were I was going too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I ended sitting in front of him during the talk. And I didn't talk to him. Noooooooo. GODDDD I'm such an idiot :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-824003209765301168?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/824003209765301168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=824003209765301168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/824003209765301168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/824003209765301168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-i-am-idiot.html' title='OMG I AM AN IDIOT'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-5313263516494212049</id><published>2008-07-21T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T04:06:08.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, the uni is making me do a BSc (Biotechnology and Cell Biology)... Fuckers. My dreams of doing Anatomy are cruelly dashed and I was only informed today. Talk about false advertising, the uni gets your money and the ball is in their court. Bloody fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life tosses you lemons, make lemonade, which I would gladly do if my classes did not clash.... Wow amazing, I have 3 out of 4 subjects PICKED FOR ME this semester, and I only have one subject to choose for myself which I have to pick from a very lousy list, and I don't think I can even do it because the practical class for this one is at the same timeslot as the practical for one of those 'compulsory'/assholery subjects. So, they want me to lower my credit exemption to do Anatomy, and so have to pay another whooping 27k AUD tuition? NO WAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodsuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed off at education and this whole inflexible timetable shit that I don't even want to think about postgrad. Fuck postgrad. Fuck y'all. I'm going to sell pineapples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-5313263516494212049?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5313263516494212049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=5313263516494212049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/5313263516494212049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/5313263516494212049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/07/ugh-uni-is-making-me-do-bsc.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-2944189137535776814</id><published>2008-07-15T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:28:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME ALONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyz5dfSnwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lsZqYWlVgk8/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyz5dfSnwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lsZqYWlVgk8/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223247467592720130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my picture wall!! can you spot our pictures on it? :D i need more pictures, though :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mother flew back to Singapore today, so after seeing her off at the airport, I took this nifty bus service from the airport to a train station adjacent to the city which was a designated stop-point. I decided to be a cheapskate and walk across the length of the whole freaking city area. It was quite a long walk, and if it were not for the beautiful weather, I would be dead halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a caramel macchiato from Sbux! IT WAS SO SWEET WTF can cut leg :P The barista was a total hottie though. Bought a book. Walked home. CLEANED THE FREAKING PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? I have vacuumed this place like 3 times since I arrived. I even mopped the floor today, did laundry, unpacked totally, clean up the mess on the table...... Et voila, here are the fruits of my labour :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyNw0MhhgI/AAAAAAAAAII/l2lQFLrasis/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyNw0MhhgI/AAAAAAAAAII/l2lQFLrasis/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223205537627342338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyOxvoSq7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/hn3BuiDG8mA/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyOCiVrhiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/77O8Vg06R1s/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyOCiVrhiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/77O8Vg06R1s/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223205842071553570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the living room/kitchenette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyOcdY7HNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/k843SJJ-vLU/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyOcdY7HNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/k843SJJ-vLU/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223206287419579602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my super tiny bedroom lulz. the wardrobe is to the right of the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyOxvoSq7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/hn3BuiDG8mA/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyOxvoSq7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/hn3BuiDG8mA/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223206653093129138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my toilet!! woohoo! i have a bathtub! heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-2944189137535776814?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2944189137535776814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=2944189137535776814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2944189137535776814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2944189137535776814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-alone.html' title='HOME ALONE!'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHyz5dfSnwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lsZqYWlVgk8/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-7559003934474188824</id><published>2008-07-13T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T05:57:11.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melbourne maniac</title><content type='html'>Well, as far as I am concerned, right here and right now, no regrets about my decision to move here. I quite like it, actually. My mother is leaving on Tuesday. Good for her. She doesn't like it here as much as I do anyways. Also, there are quite a lot of cute boys here. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Heidi, my friends, my brother and my car lulz. Whomever wants my mobile or address here, please MSN me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHn7Gc1y4gI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fp1LROKv5h4/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHn7Gc1y4gI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fp1LROKv5h4/s320/DSC00891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222481331152413186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take pics when my mother goes back. The place is very messy atm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-7559003934474188824?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7559003934474188824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=7559003934474188824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7559003934474188824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7559003934474188824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/07/melbourne-maniac.html' title='melbourne maniac'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SHn7Gc1y4gI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Fp1LROKv5h4/s72-c/DSC00891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-6127057735354237294</id><published>2008-07-08T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:28:54.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jedi mind trickery</title><content type='html'>do you want to be in love? i did, maybe i still do. i wanted to be in love and let someone be my priority hoping i could be theirs, so i convinced myself that i was; he talked to me and he made me laugh, and although to him, more than anything i was just an option, the kind of secret thrill i got knowing that i am liked had me making so many excuses for being tossed aside carelessly. the process of being reeled in and thrown out can be addictive, it's bad for you but you keep doing it like lines of coke. i don't miss him, i miss the person i imagined he was. that is important because at least, right now, i'm not living in my self-spun deception; i think i could have cheated myself into loving someone i didn't forever. that sounds dangerous and i might do that again, but i'll be careful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the plane touched down to a wet runway and i immediately wondered if i made the wrong choice coming here. i sure as hell hope not. i wish to make friends soon. i can't wait to go to class.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-6127057735354237294?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6127057735354237294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=6127057735354237294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6127057735354237294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6127057735354237294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/07/jedi-mind-trickery.html' title='jedi mind trickery'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-4648969589661952463</id><published>2008-07-05T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:37:48.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a very close shave</title><content type='html'>Discovering that there's an extra letter in your name less than 48 hours before an international flight is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no joke&lt;/span&gt;: there's no one you can call at 12.30am since SIA does not have 24hr helpdesk hotlines (what fuckshit is that?) and your check-in just got cancelled because the name does not tally with your visa. You search google and find horror stories of people having to purchase a new ticket or cancel it totally, or at least, have to pay a small fee to get the name changed. Omg I am just shivering with excitement at the thought of having to go through with any of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is that the agent who booked our tickets made a typo and now my mother's name had an extra letter at the end that does not change the pronunciation: Wa (correct) vs. Wah (incorrect)- I didn't see it because&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know my own mother's name&lt;/span&gt;!!! No, it just wasn't a very glaring error because sometimes she spells her name that way and it sounded phonetically correct as I was reading through it, so no warning bells and I did not think to check it against her passport earlier.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; This is proof that although I am rather much known for being obsessive over details, I am not obsessive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, ktnx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 8.20am to call SIA only to have them tell me that they don't have the authority to change the name, and that I have to get the travel agent I booked from to do this. What kind of fuckery is that? Thank God/Goddess/et al. that they managed to remedy the error. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HENG LOR.&lt;/span&gt; IF NOT MY FATHER WILL NEVER LET ME LIVE IT DOWN FOR AS LONG AS HE/I IS/AM ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have to get my boarding pass at the airport because somehow, the pop-up for my boarding pass got saved to my desktop as a .jsp file... Aaand they won't let you print it again! I have no idea why. I can't even retrieve my seat number because their website is all sorts of brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks SIA for the decisive step that turns me into a paranoid android fo sho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-4648969589661952463?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4648969589661952463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=4648969589661952463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4648969589661952463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4648969589661952463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-close-shave.html' title='a very close shave'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-7090011401587520680</id><published>2008-07-04T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:33:57.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aughglksadfsd;</title><content type='html'>I'm rather pleased; found a place to get an ADSL2+-compatible model BNIB for only $38. Pretty cheap; at least its not in the $50 and above range! For such a short window-period to get a modem at a lower price, I think it's quite reasonable. Gonna collect it tomorrow- it's another story whether it works perfectly or not... Keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways some pix from day out with the MB bunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SG5MrJ4pIMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AvTHJMbX5QI/s1600-h/P1000379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SG5MrJ4pIMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AvTHJMbX5QI/s320/P1000379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219193322440564930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ LOOF! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SG5MqzeAnsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zOSjdwVgFX8/s1600-h/P1000398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SG5MqzeAnsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zOSjdwVgFX8/s320/P1000398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219193316423278274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we're totally awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SG5MqTlETUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nil_dTMSU5k/s1600-h/P1000395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SG5MqTlETUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nil_dTMSU5k/s320/P1000395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219193307862945090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;best zi-pai photo EVAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SG5Jd6n4OJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UpV0hgtI9MI/s1600-h/P1000377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SG5Jd6n4OJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UpV0hgtI9MI/s320/P1000377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219189796470536338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol at table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-7090011401587520680?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7090011401587520680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=7090011401587520680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7090011401587520680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7090011401587520680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/07/aughglksadfsd.html' title='Aughglksadfsd;'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SG5MrJ4pIMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AvTHJMbX5QI/s72-c/P1000379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-6647840992198579802</id><published>2008-07-01T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:38:47.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGncDpER1yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TseXUi4QLFQ/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGncDpER1yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TseXUi4QLFQ/s320/Photo+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217943598406948642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm a creature of urges and neccessity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; one shot, no stops, pedal to the metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; it's no life to lead being too scared to bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; get your hands dirty, make your life worthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; do what I please at my leisure - and for my pleasure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; it's a simple arithmetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; do what you need to, need what you please to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; be what you want to, love what you fear to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; so I'm a little bit flawed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; and too easily bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; if you're along for the ride,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby you'll have to move just a little bit faster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being out so much, I find it hard sometimes to recall just what I was doing the day before, what I had for lunch, who I was with, where I was. It's strange- I'm known to not enjoy being out so much, but now, I'm appreciating and enjoying it. I rather be out than at home, unless I'm really tired... This kind of lifestyle is expensive to upkeep though, and this kind of lifestyle is shortlived because it is really exhaustive to have something on your calendar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt;. I apologize to friends I don't have time to meet up with, and I hope we can have a cuppa when I return in December :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't know how I managed it, but I actually lost weight omgwtfbbq... After all that oily shit I eat outside on a daily basis, I actually did not get even fatter.... Totally bizarre. I can now wear my old jeans, bwahahaha, and that makes me a very pleased cat/hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi's at the animal hospital. The house is strangely silent and lonely without my baby Heidimao :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-6647840992198579802?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6647840992198579802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=6647840992198579802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6647840992198579802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6647840992198579802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-creature-of-urges-and-neccessity-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGncDpER1yI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TseXUi4QLFQ/s72-c/Photo+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-7962698151966539431</id><published>2008-06-29T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:44:15.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner and drinks last night with ze MB0501 gang (sans Alaric who.... was MIA): LQ, Swing, Jason, Ben, Evans and Daniel @ New York, New York and then Loof (I love that place hahaahhaha). It's kind of awful at NYNY, the service is slow and the food takes a long time to get there and, well, there's still nothing to scream about Western food in general :| When we meet again, let's go for hawker food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took looooads and looooads of pix but they are not with me! BEN, SWING, EVANS, UPLOAD THE PICS TO YOUSENDIT.COM ASAP :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will miss you guys! Swing, come down to Melb to find me okay, and see ya there, LQ! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out today again with ze famlee for dinner at The Manhattan Fish Market @ Plaza Singapura. Why am I always going to some US-named place!!! -_- It's kind of similar to Fish &amp;amp; Co for the fish and chips, but bigger in portion and CHEAPER! If you get their sticker on your credit card (you can just get the stickers free at the cashier), you get 10% off!! Woohoo! So it's even cheaper-er than Fish &amp;amp; Co!  The seafood platter has better butter rice, and the grilled fish is not bad too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when we were waiting to get to the multi-storey carpark at PS, some idiot knocked into the back of my dad's car!! There was a pretty loud knock we heard and felt too. What a moron. There was a girl in his car, so obviously he must have been talking to her, not watching the traffic. There's a bit of a dent in my dad's car, while according to my brother, his bumper came unhinged on one side. Beemers ftw :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-7962698151966539431?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7962698151966539431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=7962698151966539431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7962698151966539431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7962698151966539431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/dinner-and-drinks-last-night-with-ze.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-232435923225732596</id><published>2008-06-26T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:38:20.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spaniards sent the Russkies home 3:0</title><content type='html'>alternate title: late nite brogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is worth staying up till 5am to watch Russia get trashed in the Euros... hahaha, I love the language and culture, but I personally thought the title belongs to a more established national team (they can win the next time :P) Was hoping Sweden would wipe them out. Nope. The Dutch were sent packing instead... What a huge disappointment... Spain is my hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I can sleep well tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-232435923225732596?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/232435923225732596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=232435923225732596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/232435923225732596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/232435923225732596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/spaniards-sent-russkies-home-30.html' title='The Spaniards sent the Russkies home 3:0'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-3825839785836182821</id><published>2008-06-26T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:31:25.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Lawry's Prime Ribs at Paragon yesterday arvo with ze famlee. Pretty nice, Victorianishy decor with high ceilings and paintings of royals.... and waitresses who look like Dutch milkmaids. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an 'English cut' for the ribs, and... It was all right, I'm not a huge fan of being too carnivorous, so I actually enjoyed the Yorkshire pudding more than the beef. The prices are around 68 for the cut I had, which was a sort of medium size.. 250g I think. Dessert was 10.80 and a lovely cheesecake, and I forgot how much the soup was (it was awesome, though; onion and beef soup!) Lunch for 4 came up to pretty expensive, but if you have a DBS card, there's a 1 for 1 main course promo. Verdict: will not go back again. This is the kind of thing you can go to once and forget about it. I rather eat char kway teow... See, I'm not so atas okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to my dad's office to let him finish his work while I mess with the brand new computers in there and play with Monty (Heidi and Ellie's blood sister, ok!); downloaded a bunch of oldies for my aunt who works there and taught her how to play Freecell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Room packing commences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGOYT3VDsKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J_rqOLaDB0A/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGOYT3VDsKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J_rqOLaDB0A/s320/Photo+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216180260462375074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to take a make-up shot.. but I fail at getting the details, and then I gave up trying cause I was going to be late. but lolz at my vapid expression:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGOZcXo2JjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/x8dQO2BLCRo/s1600-h/Photo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGOZcXo2JjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/x8dQO2BLCRo/s320/Photo+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216181506085889586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic spam from Evening With TFS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGObCF39Q6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MXZE_WerZLI/s1600-h/IMG_9867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGObCF39Q6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MXZE_WerZLI/s320/IMG_9867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216183253664088994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGObCiXbzII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pVl8rj9eM-c/s1600-h/IMG_9868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGObCiXbzII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pVl8rj9eM-c/s320/IMG_9868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216183261312306306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGObDE3iSlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/efABGLZ1CIg/s1600-h/IMG_9869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGOeQvhRw9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/LNXa6HxPDYc/s320/IMG_9899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216186803896304594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGOnhvnFEdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rMbcpXI5osw/s1600-h/IMG_9900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGOnhvnFEdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rMbcpXI5osw/s320/IMG_9900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216196991583064530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGOn42KmvqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/e4IzIDL5htY/s1600-h/IMG_9886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGOn42KmvqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/e4IzIDL5htY/s320/IMG_9886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216197388479676066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-3825839785836182821?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3825839785836182821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=3825839785836182821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3825839785836182821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3825839785836182821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-to-lawrys-prime-ribs-at-paragon.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SGOYT3VDsKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J_rqOLaDB0A/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-1349106312061544617</id><published>2008-06-22T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:00:30.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kung Fu Panda was cute, and Zohan was hilariously crappy. Alvin and I had momentary brain damage from watching two movies back to back at the cinema, worsened by the lulz that was Zohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Starbucks. Talked shit. Took some pictures and polaroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SF5IzWKUspI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NmbDQptiYok/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SF5IzWKUspI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NmbDQptiYok/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214685465501020818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are showing off our audiotechnica headphones, which are srs audio sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SF5JGHm79CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fo6Jha81s9A/s1600-h/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SF5JGHm79CI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Fo6Jha81s9A/s320/IMG_0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214685788012016674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am really a cat/hamster hybrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with Lix on Saturday afternoon, and we went to chill at TCC and I had yummy tiramisu and this strawberry and soymilk blended thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to this Apple promotion thing for iPhoto... Free 'studio' shots :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SF5KWEV4ZsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2j6kFEt4wS4/s1600-h/20080621_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SF5KWEV4ZsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2j6kFEt4wS4/s320/20080621_1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214687161524709058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple is printing this photo for free and sending it to us! :) I hope I have it in time to bring a copy to Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jory afterwards for dinner at this HK style cafe next to Shokudo... OMG Don't eat the XO sauce noodles unless you want your tongue to drop off due to spiciness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch today with Uncle Ivan's family.. My cousin is crazy successful. I want to be like him. Well, not totally, but it's pretty inspiring. He's an Oxford graduate, worked for the government and then actually broke his scholarship bond and found employment with a pretty big company and he's always been doing the best out of the 'generation' in the family. He's also really down-to earth and an altogether nice guy, no airs about him. Talk about role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about getting out of your comfort zone and to be fearless, to get into big things: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream, Dare, Do&lt;/span&gt;. No one gets out of this whole life-shebang alive, so I'm not going down without a fight, at least make things interesting. Why settle? Never settle. The unknown scares you, but here's your only shot, get the fuck out and DO SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And maybe while we're at it we can buy a nice bag and shoes here or there, globetrot a little, ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-1349106312061544617?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1349106312061544617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=1349106312061544617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/1349106312061544617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/1349106312061544617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/kung-fu-panda-was-cute-and-zohan-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SF5IzWKUspI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NmbDQptiYok/s72-c/IMG_0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-2635139203545653021</id><published>2008-06-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:51:29.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IKEA with Cha- yummy Swedish meatballs and laughing at furniture... always a great way to spend the day. She bought lots of stuff and now her room looks spifftastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Heidi to the vet! Poor Heidi. I hope the blister goes away soon. It might be cancer. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt sick, stayed home. I will meet up again with you Lix!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG SUCCESSFUL TEHFELLOWSHEEP MEETING :):):) I'm so glad everyone was present! Loves to Mut, Cha, Lix, Ade, Dragon, I will miss our meetups when I'm off. Had dinner at Shokudo again! :) I like the yuzu honey tea a looot. Drinks at Chijmes.... Aghhh expensive, but it was enjoyable to sit around and chill with yalls and talk about crap.. and ERP. Haha, so it was worth the $&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gonna hit the cinemas tomorrow with Alvin&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; Kung Fu Panda &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Don't Mess With The Zohan!&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahahhaha. Doing something (nearly) everyday is tiring :| Next week isn't better and it seems I will be busy all the way up to my departure. Howells. Anyone who wants to go out, make your appointment fast ;p limited slots available now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-2635139203545653021?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2635139203545653021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=2635139203545653021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2635139203545653021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2635139203545653021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-went-to-ikea-with-cha-yummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-8206752532949311628</id><published>2008-06-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:59:54.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules &amp;amp; regulations of this quiz is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by: Chahahaha and Adededede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you can have a Dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live in Berlin with someone who cares about me as much as I care about them, and an Alaskan Malamute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What will your dream wedding to be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to get married, but if I do, I want a simple lunch reception with close friends and family. That's all. After that my husband and I can go straight to the airport and board a flight for Frankfurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you confused of what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the best thing that ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Berlin. I love that place so fucking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, because I am sick of loving someone else ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that, they can wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If the person you secretly liked is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find some greener pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there anything that made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Dreadfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,  because I have a headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead :P ...no, RICH AND SUCCESSFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who are currently most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who has been here for me, listening to my bitching ;P My parents and my brother and my dogs. Oh, WHAT DO YOU MEAN DOGS ARE NOT PEOPLE. SHUT UP SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you rather to be a single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single and rich with 1000 Chanel bags and 250 pairs of Louboutins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What have you always wanted to do but never got the chance to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse. "FUCK!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would. But it just tends to blows up in my face. So, no, not anymore I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you had the chance of meeting one of your idols/heroes, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde. Maybe he can take me to some parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-stupid ones. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have a pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I has 3 dogs. I want a hedgehog and a polar bear and a fennec fox and a squirrel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who are only friends with me because they want something or because they are bored. Screw yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people that I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE. I break rules. AHahahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-8206752532949311628?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8206752532949311628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=8206752532949311628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8206752532949311628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8206752532949311628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/rules-regulations-of-this-quiz-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-8027491984473364308</id><published>2008-06-15T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T06:05:00.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>national hobby: shopping</title><content type='html'>Today, I went out to brave the crowds of Orchard Rd with my family on account of Fathers' Day. My father's favorite brand seems to be Timberland, and I guess Jet Li likes it too, because we saw him there trying on the shoes. It was a male-dominated shopping day, but I managed to weasel my father into buying a pair of Audio-technica headphones pour moi (hehehehehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFULlM-9QgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3yUggDzUG84/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFULlM-9QgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3yUggDzUG84/s400/Photo+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212084877519569410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet Maximus II (aka Max II), successor of my old Sennheisers which died on one side, hello to renewed aurgasms! Photo booth's flash washes me out like kerazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am going to write about things I like in a sort of blog series, ahahaha. In no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFUO2oMOuNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FKBd4D97goQ/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFUO2oMOuNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FKBd4D97goQ/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212088475415656658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lamborghini Murcielagos&lt;/span&gt;; been seeing lots of Gallardos on the streets, and lots of them in Berlin... Ah Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berlin&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone is totally sick of hearing that from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFUP3ceQqGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/49FPR4KYsMc/s1600-h/IMG_7186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFUP3ceQqGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/49FPR4KYsMc/s400/IMG_7186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212089588961552482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mum. I'm going to move to Berlin one day.&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Why? My friend so-and-so's daughter married a German and moved to Germany and when she comes back she only asks for money from her mother. German men are bad. Don't marry Germans. Don't marry Russians too.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm still moving to Berlin anyway. And I'll just have Heidi to keep me company. When Heidi dies, I'll get another dog and I will name her Heidi too.&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Move to Vienna. It's cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother doesn't really listen to what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Asian food&lt;/span&gt;. We Asians have the best food (I'm leaving the Chinese people eat cat/dog/civet thing out of this. Our food is a very strong reason why I am proud of my culture. I love dim sum! I love the local food. I love Bak Kut Teh. I have to have some soon. I love Japanese cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was pretty all right in Europe except that most things are SO SALTY, its like salt is free or something.. Roadside stall bratwursts were the only food that were not salty. Even in SG, I usually opt for Japanese/Chinese fare... Baked rice and fish and chips just cannot beat a mean char kway teow, y'know? Asian food &gt; all other food :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am sick of blogging for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-8027491984473364308?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8027491984473364308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=8027491984473364308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8027491984473364308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8027491984473364308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/national-hobby-shopping.html' title='national hobby: shopping'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFULlM-9QgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3yUggDzUG84/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-4640552875042625196</id><published>2008-06-14T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:44:31.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh noesss!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have to bring Heidi to the vet's office on Tuesday D: Poor Heidimao. She has a pretty big blood blister that appeared from nowherez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-4640552875042625196?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4640552875042625196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=4640552875042625196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4640552875042625196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4640552875042625196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-noesss.html' title='oh noesss!!!!'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-6659065253257811077</id><published>2008-06-14T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:21:38.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>operngasse 20b, wien, österreich</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish that: &lt;/span&gt;I could remember your face. You are looking out the lowered back window of a little red car with a hatchback while you mouth something to me that I cannot discern through the peak-hour Viennese traffic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" &gt;Horns are sounded in the distance, a BMW 1-series weaves through the vehicles with the vehement need to come out first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" &gt; I don't smile, I don't wave, I just stare back at your bright eyes as you continue to speak to me, maybe in Japanese. The lights danced their universal red-amber-green. You must be the kind of boy who wears Comme des Gar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;çons scents or nothing. The windows roll up and the car you sit in drives away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFPduBZ67XI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jasi_e2mgc4/s1600-h/IMG_7327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFPduBZ67XI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jasi_e2mgc4/s400/IMG_7327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211752976518671730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kohlmarkt. Vienna, Austria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFPhMPMGE-I/AAAAAAAAADw/aXpdN03kFOU/s1600-h/IMG_7311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFPhMPMGE-I/AAAAAAAAADw/aXpdN03kFOU/s400/IMG_7311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211756794149737442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Gardens of Schönbrunn Palace. Vienna, Austria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-6659065253257811077?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6659065253257811077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=6659065253257811077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6659065253257811077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6659065253257811077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/operngasse-20b-wien-sterreich.html' title='operngasse 20b, wien, österreich'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFPduBZ67XI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jasi_e2mgc4/s72-c/IMG_7327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-6145788226241034461</id><published>2008-06-13T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T03:37:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A relationship is just another kind of job, isn't it. In the beginning you pretend to be that perfect employee. You lie in the interview and then you do your best for a while. You never step out of line. You always wait until you go home to use the bathroom if it's number two. You shave and brush your teeth every day. When you're kissing you never pull out the pen and write "whore" on her body unexpectedly. You behave. But how long can that go on before you start going crazy? You have to be yourself. That's why it's called being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon you start slipping up. You think, "Oh, I'll just use the bathroom a little bit. Just a bit of a number two, to hold me over until I get home." You start chewing gum just before you see her, because you forgot to brush today. You find yourself writing, "who" on her confused face, and you scramble for a weak explanation. "Oh, I just didn't want to forget to look something up, later. Who, uh... Who played the girl in The Apartment? Was it Shirley MacLaine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it never works out. You are who you are, no matter what you pretend at the beginning. So I'm not pretending. I drink to ignore my problems. I spend more time with my computer than with my friends. I don't have a very good relationship with women. I am angry and lonely, but I can wash dishes just fine. I'm being honest. Please don't be an asshole about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- joey comeau (a softer world)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-6145788226241034461?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6145788226241034461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=6145788226241034461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6145788226241034461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6145788226241034461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/relationship-is-just-another-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-6245502995862142763</id><published>2008-06-11T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:49:35.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoever thinks money cannot buy happiness does not know where to shop.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFDBpTLwZbI/AAAAAAAAADg/OmMzqWMrMjE/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210877684136043954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chanel bag from Vienna! (Damage: 2021 euros) Bwahaha. Awful pic but I can't be arsed to take another one :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had a great time out with Val yesterday :D Lunch at Shokudo... Not too bad, we had pork katsu with curry, and tempura udon, but the tempura tastes like it's fried in overused cooking oil :( So skip out on the tempura if you ever go there. Bought some Nivea cream for whitening!! LOL. Can you imagine that I'm using anything whitening, as if I am not already fair enough!? Has to be done, though, I rather be vampiric than freckly. Anyone who thinks I'm too pale can go screw themselves. Also bought this weird Japanese cleanser thing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Japanese people are so weird. They have weird porn, weird tv shows, weird products, weird behavior...weird knife-wielding hacking person on the streets. If there is one thing I know, it is never to get involved with Japanese boys :P And angmohs. Angmohs cannot be trusted. Actually, all boys cannot be trusted, but those two are the highest on the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also had teh-c at the Killiney stall thing in MS.. Not bad, but found the tea could be less bland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OH YES, I bought the Chanel Mat Lumiere foundation after MUCH deliberation, damage: $62! Also bought the Applecare Protection Plan for my MBP on ebay and activated it- damage: $330 (I am probably going to be charged GST for this. UGHHH &gt;=[ Damn you, taxes!) Found a shop that sells some Lavera lipbalm, but so expensive! Should have bought more in Berlin.... GAAAAH. Same with the Giotto chocolate... approx. 5.5sgd for a pack of 4 rolls, 13.50 for the same thing here. Cheaper designer goods, cheaper chocolate, cheaper stuff in general if you know where to look, cute german boys, what's there not to love about Berlin? I'm going to set up my life to move there in the future :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dinner at the ... Gah I can't remember what it is called, but it is at Raffles City, along Thai Express and all that.. Asian... Something... The duck was kinda hard to eat, and the suan la soup has chinese parsley which is uber gross. Hor Fun's not too bad. Damage was around $16 per person and we couldn't finish the food hahaha. I don't think it's a place I will go back to again, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drinks at Loof! :) I love the ambience there, but the seats are kinda iffy. Gin and lime as usual! Sorry I have no pictures! I usually forget to take pictures even if I brought along a camera, though... It's just not a habit for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, I'm really glad I have so many friends to bitch to, teehee... Thanks guys, you all have saved my sanity and restored it (to usual insane-ness ;P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-6245502995862142763?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6245502995862142763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=6245502995862142763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6245502995862142763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6245502995862142763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoever-thinks-money-cannot-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SFDBpTLwZbI/AAAAAAAAADg/OmMzqWMrMjE/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-4826738940540161187</id><published>2008-06-09T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:05:25.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never back down</title><content type='html'>"i'm telling you right off the bat, i'm high-maintenance, so... i'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage, or whatever it is you've got goin' there. if you wanna be with me, you're with me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too many guys think i'm a concept, or i complete them, or i'm gonna make them alive. but i'm just a fucked up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good time to be re-watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind yesterday, it damn near killed me, but I needed the killing. Such a heartbreaking, yet numbing film, Clementine Kruczynski is a character I can identify so well with. I needed that, and suffice to say, it prepared me for something I had to confront directly. I am now all kinds of emotions. A bit high, too. I might re-read this post and think I'm fucking nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y'know, screw it. I'm not going to say straight off the bat that the cynics are better than the dreamers, for I play both sides of the fence. This time, the former won out (again, dammit!!!) But it did help cushion the fall. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks, man.&lt;/span&gt; The cynical side of me just loves to say "oh, it will happen ;) wait for it. just, wait, for, it... anytime now.." I'm not a very good believer, huh? I think I'll never be, I am just built this way. Kinda pragmatic but also insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a good place to be, being both a freaking love-story fan and a hardcore believer of eternal DOOOOOM!!11, but I think I've toughened up pretty well from two years ago. Of course it hurts, I may be a bitch but I am human... I am however, not going to roll over and die. NO WAY, JOSE. I will make allowances for when I suddenly feel upset, but I will take this as the best time to reclaim my fucking life; I'm not just a cynic and a dreamer, I'm a fighter, man...! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm awesome, you guys, you just don't know. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;(Christian Siriano taught me how to be fierce and fabulous.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my god, I have to get up early tomorrow, and I have to do my hair. SO BYE. Special thanks to: CHA (*hugs so hard* thank you so very much :) ), Alvin and Libby hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYZ. Here's a good getyourbackup song :P : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I thought I knew you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thinking that you were true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I couldn't trust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause your bluff time is up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause I've had enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You were there by my side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Always, down for the ride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But your joy ride just came down in flames &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After all of the stealing and cheating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You probably think that I hold resentment for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I wanna say thank you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It makes me that much wiser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Makes me that much smarter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never, saw it coming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All of, your backstabbing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just so, you could cash in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On a good thing before I realized your game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I heard, you're going around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Playing, the victim now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But don't, even begin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feeling I'm the one to blame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After all of the fights and the lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uh, no more, oh no, it's over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I wanna say thank you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Makes me that much wiser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It makes me that much smarter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-4826738940540161187?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4826738940540161187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=4826738940540161187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4826738940540161187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4826738940540161187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-back-down.html' title='never back down'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-5289287547101891576</id><published>2008-06-08T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:12:33.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't say goodbye, i didn't say anything, i just walked away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SEuLd39__4I/AAAAAAAAADY/9_XIiciDbik/s1600-h/IMG_7295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SEuLd39__4I/AAAAAAAAADY/9_XIiciDbik/s320/IMG_7295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209410739340574594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few years ago, I had a dream. It began in the summer and was over by the following spring. In between, there were as many unhappy nights as there were happy days. Most of them took place in this café. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then one night, a door slammed and the dream was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-5289287547101891576?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5289287547101891576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=5289287547101891576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/5289287547101891576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/5289287547101891576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-didnt-say-goodbye-i-didnt-say.html' title='i didn&apos;t say goodbye, i didn&apos;t say anything, i just walked away'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SEuLd39__4I/AAAAAAAAADY/9_XIiciDbik/s72-c/IMG_7295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-2835377340482008617</id><published>2008-06-07T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:23:42.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guten tag!</title><content type='html'>I am back from my Europe trip... And damn, am I tired, 6.5 hour flight + 6 hour transit + another 8.5 hour flight = no SHITE, kids!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We first arrive in Berlin, which is the new love of my life. I felt right at home even though I don't speak a word of German.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SEqFDSNWT_I/AAAAAAAAADI/6plNvq-ZLd4/s320/IMG_7119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209122210481328114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Val and I outside the Kaiser-Wilhelm Memorial Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SEqF0LLYesI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lhVuYM8Vgc4/s320/IMG_7115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209123050407623362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the church from a distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Berlin is a culturally and historically rich city that has a pleasant mix of both old and new architecture, and it is where multi-racial inhabitants can be easily spotted walking along the roads. We had the first day free to roam the streets of where the old East Berlin would have been if the never fell, soaking up the flavorful essence of this cosmopolitan land in beautiful weather. I've never felt so 'right' in any place I've visited; it was as if I could be living there at that very moment. It is a little dusty, but maybe the utterly gorgeous German boys more than make up for it, as all as the low prices for buying designer goods... Ahem.. I need to go back there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll write about the other places another time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-2835377340482008617?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2835377340482008617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=2835377340482008617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2835377340482008617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2835377340482008617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/guten-tag.html' title='guten tag!'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SEqFDSNWT_I/AAAAAAAAADI/6plNvq-ZLd4/s72-c/IMG_7119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-5624583975502235006</id><published>2008-05-26T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:25:31.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>auf Wiedersehen</title><content type='html'>brb going away for vacation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-5624583975502235006?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5624583975502235006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=5624583975502235006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/5624583975502235006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/5624583975502235006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/05/auf-wiedersehen.html' title='auf Wiedersehen'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-4667136928904922621</id><published>2008-05-19T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:21:22.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paint</title><content type='html'>Found some energy to play with some makeup earlier today&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SDGaJfgHySI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ktymYQjz5Bo/s400/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202108532455360802" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newfound love for milani's storm eyeshadow + mad props to my most used makeup item, mac's blacktrack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obligatory kawaii-ne shot wooo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SDGZ6vgHyRI/AAAAAAAAACw/evhN2VeSDjo/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202108279052290322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND MY FAVORITEST PICTAR:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SDGay_gHyTI/AAAAAAAAADA/NYBZrReQ26o/s400/Photo+26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202109245419931954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-4667136928904922621?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4667136928904922621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=4667136928904922621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4667136928904922621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/4667136928904922621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/05/paint.html' title='paint'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SDGaJfgHySI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ktymYQjz5Bo/s72-c/Photo+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-8630021274124199025</id><published>2008-05-17T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:47:33.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>лол-диалог</title><content type='html'>T: do you know anyone that's just like you&lt;div&gt;S: no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: that could take an interest in me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: OH GOD DAMN IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. Sorry, Libby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-8630021274124199025?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8630021274124199025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=8630021274124199025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8630021274124199025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8630021274124199025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='лол-диалог'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-8956723139807695610</id><published>2008-05-17T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:56:56.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. I know I don't blog a lot... but whatever, it is just for the good of mankind. However, I am not magnanimous enough to spare everyone for eternity... Ahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG I AM SOOOOO DEEP IN DEBT SHIT.. To my own bank account. It hates me now. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did yall see the news on people cheating others' money in Sichuan? Some fraudulent cheating money off Red Cross or school donation drive things... (I wasn't listening too carefully but that's the gist of it)... That is just plain fucked up. These are the sort of people who ought to be dragged out and executed by a 10-man firing squad while being hanged on electrical lines from their toes for being such scums with a lack of a very basic level of morality. It is wrong to steal, but to steal from those who are the most in need and in a time of chaos is sick to the core. It's on par with all sorts of Rwanda genocides/Nazis/Vlad the Impaler good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My medical check-up for visa application is done, I think I most probably have a place to stay in Melbourne, over the past couple of months I have amassed my Melb-"Package" now  99.9% complete with a cute kinda peacoat thing, oh and I think that means I'm pretty much all set. Thank goodness. Now I just hope I find a nice pair of boots in Budapest or something..... :P THEN it will be 100% set. I'm ready to take Melbourne by storm, bwahahahaha. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-8956723139807695610?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8956723139807695610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=8956723139807695610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8956723139807695610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8956723139807695610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-6096147637723022225</id><published>2008-05-07T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:47:42.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i remember when you came,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can just recall that day, unexpected, undetected,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i had known i still would have done it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so little time, so long to wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a paradise within your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the things i could tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the things i could show you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're my waking fault,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're the smile on my lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dream i see your face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i see and dream of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were safe and warm, i was in your hands, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were moved in time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to another space,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere, not here, somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-6096147637723022225?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6096147637723022225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=6096147637723022225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6096147637723022225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/6096147637723022225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-remember-when-you-came-i-can-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-8823291656321968215</id><published>2008-04-28T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:07:31.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mbp'/><title type='text'>new lover</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Meet my new boy toy, Mr. MacBook Pro :D Here's a happy shot with my TWIN:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SBbI2mG1FKI/AAAAAAAAACg/mVm85woDNtc/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194560060486128802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-8823291656321968215?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8823291656321968215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=8823291656321968215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8823291656321968215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8823291656321968215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-lover.html' title='new lover'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SBbI2mG1FKI/AAAAAAAAACg/mVm85woDNtc/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-3302030137024162513</id><published>2008-04-25T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:26:19.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>be alert to the rules of 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what you give, will return to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that lesson, you have to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you only earn what you deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my hands on a non-physical copy (ahem) of Portishead's album, Third, their latest offering, 11 years late. They've been trying to break away from the genre 'trip-hop', and while listening to this, I kind of feel like they are taking the listeners on a gag trip- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha, suckers are all gonna lap this up&lt;/span&gt;- but it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; captivating, just not in your usual melodic pop anthems manner. Hell, sometimes there ain't no freaking melody, an example being, 'Silence' which ends abruptly. I thought I got a crap version. Beth Gibbons is still magic. People who get the enchantment behind Blonde Redhead will understand what I'm trying to say- it's sometimes so bad ('Missile'), but you can't stop listening anyways, because it's just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, hip-hop does not apply, sorry kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at home.. Um, I'm not sure what I'm doing 80% of the time, but sometimes I play Oblivion (I'm now the Master of the Fighters Guild and Arch-mage of the Mage Guild BWAHAHA. Did I mention my character is a fighter, a knight, NOT a spell-caster?) I play marginally less now, because the PS3 is now in my brother's room. He is capable of gaming non-stop. It's quite funny to see him glued to the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately one month till the Europe trip! I'm psyched, especially for Prague, can't wait to take photos of the place with my Vivitar hahahah. Spoke to Maria (friend from UNSW lab) who's returning to Germany soon, a pity that her city is too far from Berlin and Dresden, both of which I will also be stopping by. Also 'planning' a trip with Lix to Japan next June/Julyish, it better not fall through!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm really bothered about something. But never mind. I would talk about it, but I don't have the words. All right, actually I do, but I have a sneaking suspicion that if I do just talk about it, I will be ranting my head off, and I'm just tired of having to screw it back on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping stuff for my own reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geox&lt;/span&gt; - 25 Apr to 11 May, @ Paragon, MS, Suntec, Great World City, Vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robinsons&lt;/span&gt; - 29-30 Apr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-3302030137024162513?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3302030137024162513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=3302030137024162513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3302030137024162513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3302030137024162513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-alert-to-rules-of-3.html' title='be alert to the rules of 3.'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-8689831316860464230</id><published>2008-04-22T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:53:13.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>d'ohh</title><content type='html'>Went to Lix's yesterday to get my passport photo taken- to discover I can't change my passport to the biometric one because the expiry is  too far away (but too short for it to remain valid for my return from Mel-Sg). Fuck!? Fuck you, ICA! I am going to go down personally and &lt;s&gt;give you a piece of my mind&lt;/s&gt; tell you why I need a new passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Jurong Point aka bowels of Singapore... I've never been to Jurong Point until yesterday, and while walking around, this mat (stereotypical malay male in skin tight jeans, t-shirt, trucker hat, ugly sling bag, unwashed hair) come up from beside us and went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Excuse me, son of a bitch....*muttermutter*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he gave us the finger and continued muttering to himself. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you are just not giving the Malay community a good name. You can't blame me for being racist if you repeatedly give me bad impressions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane mat aside, I don't get it, WHY CAN'T I CHANGE IT!~? I even have to pay 70 bucks for that damn biometric crap, but because I haven't reached the 10 year mark for this passport (issued in 2001, therefore I have to extend it, what is wrong with these people..).. Do I have to beg? PLEASE, PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY! Jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just gave ICA a call- looks like I have to go down personally in the end. Oh the joys of being Singaporean :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-8689831316860464230?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8689831316860464230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=8689831316860464230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8689831316860464230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8689831316860464230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/dohh.html' title='d&apos;ohh'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-2167676426184855065</id><published>2008-04-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:45:26.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'>doodles</title><content type='html'>Late night doodling session with Sasha. What happens is that I draw a random shape and he fills it in to make it something. This is what I first drew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOCZx81yI/AAAAAAAAABA/7FAc3XOkdHM/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img4481.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOCZx81yI/AAAAAAAAABA/7FAc3XOkdHM/s200/MsgPlus_Img4481.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189217736336398114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ode to Le petit prince:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOEJx81zI/AAAAAAAAABI/f6Id-ud3qEs/s1600-h/3ja71DA.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOEJx81zI/AAAAAAAAABI/f6Id-ud3qEs/s200/3ja71DA.tmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189217766401169202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOFpx810I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GusSRQh-8N8/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img4181.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOFpx810I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GusSRQh-8N8/s200/MsgPlus_Img4181.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189217792170972994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it became:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPO7Jx813I/AAAAAAAAABo/qrO6Rwcod4s/s1600-h/10yD0B6.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPO7Jx813I/AAAAAAAAABo/qrO6Rwcod4s/s200/10yD0B6.tmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189218711293974386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOHJx811I/AAAAAAAAABY/Re8PALkxtd4/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img5710.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 125px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOHJx811I/AAAAAAAAABY/Re8PALkxtd4/s200/MsgPlus_Img5710.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189217817940776786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which became this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPPJpx814I/AAAAAAAAABw/RiFXsk7dkdM/s1600-h/2c96CB7.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPPJpx814I/AAAAAAAAABw/RiFXsk7dkdM/s200/2c96CB7.tmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189218960402077570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOIpx812I/AAAAAAAAABg/YQH2-2bLNxU/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img6017.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOIpx812I/AAAAAAAAABg/YQH2-2bLNxU/s200/MsgPlus_Img6017.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189217843710580578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPPppx816I/AAAAAAAAACA/buiWCkuMGEk/s1600-h/uen5922.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPPppx816I/AAAAAAAAACA/buiWCkuMGEk/s200/uen5922.tmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189219510157891490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh this is my favorite one hahaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPQD5x818I/AAAAAAAAACQ/J6koPSoO338/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img6981.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPQD5x818I/AAAAAAAAACQ/J6koPSoO338/s320/MsgPlus_Img6981.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189219961129457602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPQRJx819I/AAAAAAAAACY/ul-kTI7n0Lo/s1600-h/rb0A9AA.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPQRJx819I/AAAAAAAAACY/ul-kTI7n0Lo/s320/rb0A9AA.tmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189220188762724306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad huh!!! LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPPq5x817I/AAAAAAAAACI/Uo7-M6x06q4/s1600-h/rb0A9AA.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-2167676426184855065?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2167676426184855065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=2167676426184855065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2167676426184855065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/2167676426184855065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/doodles.html' title='doodles'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/SAPOCZx81yI/AAAAAAAAABA/7FAc3XOkdHM/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img4481.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-3316633825774152571</id><published>2008-04-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:58:20.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random musing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>ironia</title><content type='html'>Different city, same crap. Ironically, it was easier to find places in Sydney,you just gotta set up the cable but that was not something we could do then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a separate note, no one else will love me as much as you did.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-3316633825774152571?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3316633825774152571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=3316633825774152571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3316633825774152571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/3316633825774152571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/ironia.html' title='ironia'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-7034495222810865444</id><published>2008-04-11T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:49:14.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food and drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i wore today'/><title type='text'>lix's exhibit and giraffe bar</title><content type='html'>I came home to find my digital camera all repaired and on my bed, so I took a shot of what I wore today before I went to change out of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R__GQPOm4qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HJGt2vadB_g/s1600-h/meh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R__GQPOm4qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HJGt2vadB_g/s320/meh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188083278022107810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oversized 'bf' shirt (Victoria's Secret)&lt;br /&gt;Layered ruffle skirt (ebase)&lt;br /&gt;Stockings (online spree!)&lt;br /&gt;Flats (Topshop)&lt;br /&gt;Bag (Chanel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R__Hh_Om4rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Yi87ZvM02SE/s1600-h/IMG_9855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R__Hh_Om4rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Yi87ZvM02SE/s200/IMG_9855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188084682476413618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Necklace (voleurdebijoux.etsy.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was Lix's exhibition! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so happy for you and proud of you, Lix!!!&lt;/span&gt; *hugs* I love love love that #9 piece (the horizontal one..) It's my favorite in the whole damn exhibit- I found nothing else had that kind of color intensity. I hope someone buys it cause I know I would if I could! :) Went to PS before the exhibit and did some shopping at Dorothy Perkins plus met up with Ade for dinner at MOS Burger. Ebi Rice Burger is yummy and now I feel like eating it again :3 Headed for some drinks after the viewing at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giraffe Restaurant and Bar&lt;/span&gt; (Istana Park); great chill-out location, breezy and the music was loud enough to block out the noise from the road and yet not noisy enough to drown out your friend's voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade paid for this round, so I owe her one (haha excuses to go out drinking again). Tried the Beefeater brand of gin for my gin tonic- it tasted kind of flat, so Gordon's and Tanqueray ftw! The tequila sunrise was rather cough-syrupy, but on the whole, I think this place has a lot of potential, you just have to pick the right spirits they add and keep to the non-pretentious mixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, my inner nasal cavity hurts when i inhale, almost like the part of my brains behind my nose hurts. I've been having a lot of problems with my stupid upper respirator system, what with it being super sensitive and itchy and sneezy and runny and painful. I need to go to the doctor :( And pay for uni tuition, and get a passport photo, and the biometric passport, and all sorts of student visa shit (medical check-up, lalala), plane ticket, a flat..... GUH. TOO MUCH TO DO! Agh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-7034495222810865444?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7034495222810865444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=7034495222810865444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7034495222810865444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7034495222810865444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/lixs-exhibit-and-giraffe-bar.html' title='lix&apos;s exhibit and giraffe bar'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R__GQPOm4qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HJGt2vadB_g/s72-c/meh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-178708236023989315</id><published>2008-04-09T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:19:31.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random musing'/><title type='text'>rêves</title><content type='html'>As much as I like sleeping, I really, intensely dislike the part where you have to lie in bed and wait to pass out. It's the time where I feel the most alone. Not lonely; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's how dying feels like. Every minute and second, we die a little, but when I have to wait to be led into the land of the dead-living, it is as if I am as helpless as a prisoner on the death row and it's execution hour every night and I'm anticipating the ax's descent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this every day, but that doesn't take the edge off the sensation. I'm not afraid to die, but I don't really enjoy waiting for it to come knocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-178708236023989315?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/178708236023989315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=178708236023989315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/178708236023989315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/178708236023989315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/rves.html' title='rêves'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-8534063141958374078</id><published>2008-04-07T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:01:05.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>bitchery!</title><content type='html'>Started the day with swinging by the lab; I doubt my help is actually seriously needed so I don't have the motivation to keep going, and in any case, today was my last visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to digress and talk about this silly little SG site I visited called Stomp... (Being an opinionated cat, I am allowed to say whatever I please.) Just two nights ago, I think? Or was it yesterday? Whichever-- one bit of Stomp has readers submitting pictures of happenings in SG, say, they spot someone littering and whip out their nifty camera phones to snap pictures, or of inconsiderate people sleeping on the bus. One particular post showed &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=17229"&gt;two girls on the train and some woman carrying a 'crying' kid&lt;/a&gt;. Who doesn't seem to be crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't see what's the big deal with them not giving up the seats... Why? Because I wouldn't give it up either! Leave your child at home! Take a cab! GTFO. People give up their seats because of sheer conscience or out of the kindness of the heart and perhaps these two people are just 1) zoning out and didn't so much as notice (this happens to me personally, a lot) OR 2) hate children (like me! omg! i will never give up a seat to a pregnant woman or someone carrying a child, because I am EVIL like that HA HA.) OR 3) simply don't care! OR 4) MAYBE THEY NEED THE SEAT TOO CAUSE THEIR HEELS ARE KILLING THEM (SCORE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me wonder, do other countries also  have sites like this to document "ugly behavior", or is it a primarily SG thing? I think the act of taking such sneaky photos of completely random strangers and then posting them up for some sort of a flame cup is a completely ugly thing to do in itself and breeds rude comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my boring day: I went to the library! Picked up some titles by Nikolai Gogol, Franz Kafka and Yukio Mishima, as well as some random chicklit crap by authors I can't even be bothered to remember. I will write about those some time. I even had some Tako Pachi, which was yum, and then I somehow wandered into the supermarket and randomly bought a bag of tidbits (Rollercoaster!) and a small bottle of fruit &amp;amp; vegetable juice. Thinking back on it, that was kind of a weird series of things to be eating in succession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...+ I forgot to buy my multi-socket adapter. Again. Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-8534063141958374078?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8534063141958374078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=8534063141958374078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8534063141958374078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/8534063141958374078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/bitchery.html' title='bitchery!'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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-1507296909834930925.post-7302885124109536655</id><published>2008-04-04T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T04:25:41.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>New wardrobe</title><content type='html'>I've been in the process of collecting new clothing pieces to bring over to AU with focus on understated, black and layering friendly button down blouses with colourful tank tops, cardigans, opaque stockings (in black, navy, dark fuschia, maroon, turkish blue, dark purple and dark green). I'm still looking for full volume knee-length circle skirts and dresses, but I haven't had any luck! Another pair or two of dark-wash jeans won't hurt anyone either! I'd probably bring around 10 tees for days I don't want to bother dressing up. At least I have found a suitable bookbag though, it's huge! I can put my dog in it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R_YJGj5CLSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IViROMS8hKo/s1600-h/Picture+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R_YJGj5CLSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IViROMS8hKo/s320/Picture+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185342029282028834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R_YJwj5CLTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/S1AqrXZAUHA/s1600-h/Picture+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R_YJwj5CLTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/S1AqrXZAUHA/s320/Picture+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185342750836534578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fraulein Tote (USD96 from moop.etsy.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also dedicated some hours recently into knitting myself a scarf while watching old House MD episodes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R_YMlT5CLVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/e5AbDksxX0A/s1600-h/Picture+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R_YMlT5CLVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/e5AbDksxX0A/s320/Picture+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185345856097889618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scarf (yarn and needles from spotlight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The holidays also spell a lot of bumming around since I am not working:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R_YLFj5CLUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7Si3EvxflmI/s1600-h/Picture+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R_YLFj5CLUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7Si3EvxflmI/s320/Picture+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185344211125415234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playstation 3 set-up, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've not been using the wheel though..  Oops. Up to playing Folklore (thanks Jason!) and Elder Scrolls IV, but since we all know I have concentration issues, I don't even game that much. And it gives me a headache after 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-7302885124109536655?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7302885124109536655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=7302885124109536655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7302885124109536655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/7302885124109536655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-wardrobe.html' title='New wardrobe'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nm2_J9vuNi8/R_YJGj5CLSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IViROMS8hKo/s72-c/Picture+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507296909834930925.post-1160995197992793121</id><published>2008-04-02T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:24:10.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uno</title><content type='html'>Cheers and triple thanks to Evans who coded this layout for me- this first entry is dedicated to him! Don't forget to claim your coffee from me, ha ha. I didn't think he would do it, but he actually did! Aww. I'll post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507296909834930925-1160995197992793121?l=scherbatsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1160995197992793121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1507296909834930925&amp;postID=1160995197992793121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/1160995197992793121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507296909834930925/posts/default/1160995197992793121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scherbatsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno.html' title='uno'/><author><name>Stephinka</name><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>
