<?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-1894599056672260382</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:43:15.344+10:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='weather'/><category term='exam'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='malaysia'/><category term='books'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='anberlin'/><category term='photos'/><category term='ball'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='movie'/><category term='uni'/><category term='food'/><category term='polaroid'/><category term='japan'/><category term='the academy is'/><category term='fun'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='questions'/><category term='work'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>Risk Lover</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-7290245847491262342</id><published>2010-08-20T03:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T03:32:27.376+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just thinking about my career makes me depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-7290245847491262342?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/7290245847491262342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=7290245847491262342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7290245847491262342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7290245847491262342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-thinking-about-my-career-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-7656748499754784419</id><published>2010-05-15T02:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:45:16.456+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>What else to do at 2.40am?</title><content type='html'>The last time I've had a sleepless night has been a while. I still hate this feeling. I hate giving and getting nothing in return. I hate being drained emotionally over something so trivial that it shouldn't bother me at this hour. I hate being so physically exhausted yet unable to rest, because it affects tomorrow, and the day after that and the one after that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when I can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have PMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-7656748499754784419?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/7656748499754784419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=7656748499754784419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7656748499754784419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7656748499754784419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-else-to-do-at-240am.html' title='What else to do at 2.40am?'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-1675783404387040385</id><published>2010-04-11T16:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:38:03.238+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Aimless</title><content type='html'>I still don't know where I'm going. It's like I'm walking blindfolded, not knowing what's ahead. Sometimes it feels like life will be a little less turbulent if I knew where I'm headed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many distractions, I still can't focus. But I'm trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't figure out my priorities. What to keep in my life and what needs to go. A lot of things are important to me, but I'm only human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not happy that these emotions are so easily triggered. But I like that I can put up a front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-1675783404387040385?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/1675783404387040385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=1675783404387040385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/1675783404387040385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/1675783404387040385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2010/04/aimless.html' title='Aimless'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-5453890755229326844</id><published>2010-03-11T00:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:18:29.025+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>I will exalt You</title><content type='html'>Once again, I am reminded why I am here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-5453890755229326844?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/5453890755229326844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=5453890755229326844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5453890755229326844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5453890755229326844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-will-exalt-you.html' title='I will exalt You'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-3907099815894764884</id><published>2010-03-02T00:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:45:55.397+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Wise words</title><content type='html'>Appreciating what you earn and appreciating what you are given are two very different things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-3907099815894764884?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/3907099815894764884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=3907099815894764884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3907099815894764884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3907099815894764884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2010/03/wise-words.html' title='Wise words'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-3417567497429434461</id><published>2010-02-08T19:18:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:59:48.805+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>the bright lights are calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Made it home in one piece. Tried sleeping away my jetlag/holiday fatigue, but I still currently have a slight headache. I blame the heat. But here's an update of the first few days in Japan. I'll let the pictures do the talking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/S2_O6Z5HROI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MQTOhY9JFHY/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435790778037650658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw Mount Fuji on the plane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/S2_O61FbEFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zH_210bYwCc/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435790785337036882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our A380 from Changi to Narita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/S2_O7u3VnnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2yCwfbC1UAE/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435790800847216242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay! Free smiles at Maccas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/S2_O8EB9qdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jj7rkHFkzYc/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435790806528928210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Powdery snow in Hakuba, Nagano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/S2_O8m5dQGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XMtts1_LMBw/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435790815888490594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside the Nijo Castle. It has nightingale floors, Wikipedia it to understand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-3417567497429434461?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/3417567497429434461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=3417567497429434461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3417567497429434461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3417567497429434461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2010/02/bright-lights-are-calling.html' title='the bright lights are calling'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/S2_O6Z5HROI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MQTOhY9JFHY/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-659264480845238287</id><published>2010-01-23T12:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:52:31.592+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Ready or not?</title><content type='html'>So ready to go to Japan, and never return. Small part of me wishes that I have more time in KL to eat more food. But it's okay, I will be back before Chinese New Year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I've eaten:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Roti Canai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Satay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Red Bean Ice-cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chicken Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Char Kuey Teow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Kaya Toast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, never been this excited for a trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-659264480845238287?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/659264480845238287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=659264480845238287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/659264480845238287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/659264480845238287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2010/01/ready-or-not.html' title='Ready or not?'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-2427747889959732836</id><published>2010-01-03T14:16:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:21:03.034+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Twenty ten</title><content type='html'>New Years resolutions (that I'm bound to break sometime during the year, especially no. 1, but still keep a record of it anyway):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Be more healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Find out what I want to do with my life (may or may not involve accounting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Clean my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Learn guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Learn a new language/s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay for Japan. Can't wait, but want it to come slowly at the same time because I like my holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay for finally understanding that I can do things at my own pace, don't have to wait or keep up with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for a new banner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-2427747889959732836?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/2427747889959732836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=2427747889959732836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/2427747889959732836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/2427747889959732836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-ten.html' title='Twenty ten'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-737617933876387951</id><published>2009-11-30T00:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:23:42.702+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I feel like slipping into social oblivion right about now. And not come out for a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-737617933876387951?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/737617933876387951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/737617933876387951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-feel-like-slipping-into-social.html' title=''/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-812408201004414146</id><published>2009-11-26T19:22:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:36:26.200+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Like Steps</title><content type='html'>I've been a listening to calming music because of exams, but now it's all I listen to. I'm a big believer in "you are what you listen to", and in some ways it is true. I find songs that I listen to over and over again tend to be the ones that I can relate to. Which might be one of the reasons why I NEVER listen to music with shallow lyrics. Because life is so much more than a mere cliche.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started work at kikki.K, and I absolutely love it. It's a bit nerve-wrecking for me though, because I'm still not used to walking up to people and making conversations, but I'm working on it. I can't wait for things to pick up so I'll have more shifts. Great way to keep myself busy and take my mind off thinking about making big decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, found a new hobby, which should keep me entertained for the next few years. Can't wait for my first roll of film to be developed, and hopefully something comes out despite it being expired film and all. A bit hard to explain to people what my camera does when, truthfully, I'm not 100% sure as well. My Diana came just in time to replace my polaroid :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been pretty gloomy. Summer beach weather come now please. I want to swim in the sea water again and never leave. Why don't they have dolphins in Melbourne?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-812408201004414146?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/812408201004414146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=812408201004414146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/812408201004414146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/812408201004414146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-steps.html' title='Like Steps'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-5120847823552303130</id><published>2009-11-01T02:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:02:55.013+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Sleep when we die</title><content type='html'>Why is it that the good things always take longer to come?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E.g. I really want exams to finish. Like, right NOW. Even before I've sat my first paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, &lt;a href="http://shop.lomography.com/diana-deluxe-kit"&gt;this&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/1894599056672260382-5120847823552303130?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/5120847823552303130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=5120847823552303130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5120847823552303130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5120847823552303130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-when-we-die.html' title='Sleep when we die'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-8059169913792374182</id><published>2009-10-20T12:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:12:10.744+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It kind of sucks having nothing to look forward to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-8059169913792374182?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/8059169913792374182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/8059169913792374182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-kind-of-sucks-having-nothing-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-4034992922389506511</id><published>2009-10-15T01:33:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:07:55.206+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Burning bridges, making wishes</title><content type='html'>So, exams coming up. Can't wait.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why oh why can't I make up my mind about my future? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to taking risks and &lt;i&gt;living&lt;/i&gt; life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait around for others to make decisions for the rest of my life. There are times when you just have to set aside all your fears and just go for it without looking back. Take responsibility for the decisions I make. I'm still young enough to get up and recover if I do trip along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to &lt;i&gt;live&lt;/i&gt; life. It's a bit hard having grown up in an emotionless environment. Being an accounting student is not helping. It sometimes feels wrong to feel. How ironic. I'm finally starting to understand that emotions are part of life. Took me 20 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels so good to finally come to a stage in my life where I've stopped judging others and myself. It's a very peaceful place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God for bringing me to people who've given me a much needed push to let go and be myself, most probably without realising it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I like how we're so different, yet we still have some sort of mutual respect for each other. Opposites do attract :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-4034992922389506511?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/4034992922389506511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=4034992922389506511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4034992922389506511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4034992922389506511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/10/burning-bridges-making-wishes.html' title='Burning bridges, making wishes'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-5810271392765976316</id><published>2009-10-03T11:57:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:21:48.949+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Final sprint</title><content type='html'>What I'd like NOT to do:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Juggle a few million things to do / events to go to in the next few weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Slack off before exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Deal with issues that can't be dealt with. Can we please let time do it's work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Finish uni. Although, exams are a major drag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Waste my summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-5810271392765976316?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/5810271392765976316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=5810271392765976316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5810271392765976316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5810271392765976316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/10/final-sprint.html' title='Final sprint'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-3947231991354112440</id><published>2009-09-21T01:38:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:10:26.694+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Anymore questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi Stalkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's 1.38am, and I'm painting my nails bright red while watching SpongeBob (which makes me feel dumb after 2 episodes).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the mid-semester break. Only 3 more days to go. I can't believe it's my last break from uni. Ever. But I still refuse to grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've pushed a lot of things to the back of my mind recently, in attempt to focus on what's before me. You know how they say that God only gives you what you can handle? Besides the fact that it's one of those overused cliches, I have to question if it's true, because I've lost count of the number of times I've felt like I'm losing sanity. It's like everything around me is playing with my fears. The things that I'm most afraid of are right in front of me. It hasn't really hit me yet that I'm facing them right now. It's almost like I'm in denial, but I guess the worst is yet to come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't lost faith yet, but I think I've lost hope. Is there a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've been thinking, how much of this is part of "the plan", and how much of this the result of me messing up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty amazing how, in a mere 2-3 months, my whole perspective on life can change so drastically.&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/1894599056672260382-3947231991354112440?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/3947231991354112440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=3947231991354112440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3947231991354112440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3947231991354112440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/09/anymore-questions.html' title='Anymore questions?'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-5737070952403532964</id><published>2009-09-10T23:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:57:42.373+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SqkGTjJBiMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EauQel5aNAs/s1600-h/doug-the-dog.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SqkGTjJBiMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EauQel5aNAs/s320/doug-the-dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379838162791139522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I give this movie a 10/10 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watch in 3D for full affect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I when I get a dog, he will be named Dug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1894599056672260382-5737070952403532964?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/5737070952403532964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=5737070952403532964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5737070952403532964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5737070952403532964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/09/up.html' title='UP'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SqkGTjJBiMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EauQel5aNAs/s72-c/doug-the-dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-584453139798420111</id><published>2009-09-07T21:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:27:25.977+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Who said that its better to have loved and lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish that I have never loved at all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-584453139798420111?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/584453139798420111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/584453139798420111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-said-that-its-better-to-have-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-4592440618228821107</id><published>2009-09-07T01:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:21:22.996+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the academy is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>This is the silence we became</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntxlACGsv2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntxlACGsv2Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1894599056672260382-4592440618228821107?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/4592440618228821107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=4592440618228821107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4592440618228821107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4592440618228821107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-silence-we-became.html' title='This is the silence we became'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-7001727627680601342</id><published>2009-08-31T01:53:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:04:03.441+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Come back soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Spqg77xtyoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oiAE_avQk8M/s320/25082009532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375786056739048066" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SpqiYzYaYtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u0smUw-CQtA/s1600-h/25082009522.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SpqiYzYaYtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u0smUw-CQtA/s320/25082009522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375787652213269202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Spqg7Q45I2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/dQXcs3YfDIA/s1600-h/25082009535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Spqg7Q45I2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/dQXcs3YfDIA/s320/25082009535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375786045226427234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-7001727627680601342?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/7001727627680601342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=7001727627680601342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7001727627680601342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7001727627680601342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-back-soon.html' title='Come back soon'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Spqg77xtyoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oiAE_avQk8M/s72-c/25082009532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-4077192696267149947</id><published>2009-08-28T02:53:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:54:52.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't keep comparing my life with others&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-4077192696267149947?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4077192696267149947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4077192696267149947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-keep-comparing-my-life-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-3615414338612233368</id><published>2009-08-23T16:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:37:34.728+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Just a theory</title><content type='html'>I have this theory. Might just apply to some. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that people who loved high school / primary school tend to keep living in the past. I think maybe because back in those days, they were in their prime. Now that they're in the real world, they want to go back to the "good old days" because that's when they felt like they were on top of the world. Now when they realise that the world is bigger than the 4 walls that school kept them in, it's too much for them to handle. They can't control everything like they used to so all they can do is reminisce. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but primary school and high school are both over. Long gone. Time to move on.&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/1894599056672260382-3615414338612233368?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/3615414338612233368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=3615414338612233368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3615414338612233368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3615414338612233368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-this-theory.html' title='Just a theory'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-7268788326963520024</id><published>2009-08-21T16:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:43:19.023+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Rapid ruby</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting on my bed now (and loving the fact that I can type this in bed). I've been spending a lot of time in bed these few days. Listening to music (in peace), (anxiously) checking my email every hour or so, watching Monk. So unproductive and, some would say, self destructive. Must put a stop to it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's Friday today. And Friday night is the night I get lost in a crowd. Whenever Friday comes up I'm filled with dread. I can't tell if it's just me or if it's no longer my time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please let me know if you know the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-7268788326963520024?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/7268788326963520024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=7268788326963520024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7268788326963520024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7268788326963520024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/08/rapid-ruby.html' title='Rapid ruby'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-6468200717276551211</id><published>2009-08-20T01:03:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:56:10.327+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Almost here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(48, 48, 48); font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The smoking gun still sits in my pocket and I know how to use it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;So much angst, but I can't deny that's how I still feel sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-6468200717276551211?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/6468200717276551211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=6468200717276551211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6468200717276551211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6468200717276551211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-here.html' title='Almost here'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-5436378958320749191</id><published>2009-08-16T01:31:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:39:01.330+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Slow down</title><content type='html'>Macbook Pro :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So expensive, but so pretty. If I did not have the capacity of earning my own money, I doubt I'd ever even think of getting one. But yay! :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think winter is nearly over and spring is coming. I think. I hope. 'Cos it's been too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for new beginnings. I want things to work out the way I want it to, but we all know that rarely happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything's been good so far. This semester going faster than the last, no idea why. Maybe 'cos I've been having too much fun. Just holding on until the mid semester break. I hope we have a million things planned because I'm ready for an action packed mid semester break. I don't really want to sit around doing nothing on my last mid semester break ever. And I only work a few hours a week with very good pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still find it hard to believe it's my last semester of Uni ever. It's a bit depressing, but I'm determined to make it the best ever. So far it is, give or take a few events/things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anberlin again with Cheryl in a week and a half! I'm excited, even though I've listened to them way too much over the past year. Time for a new album please? It might complete my year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-5436378958320749191?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/5436378958320749191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=5436378958320749191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5436378958320749191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5436378958320749191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/08/slow-down.html' title='Slow down'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-7660543123241066952</id><published>2009-08-09T01:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:15:41.073+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just scared of being alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-7660543123241066952?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7660543123241066952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7660543123241066952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-scared-of-being-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-6685309121908628942</id><published>2009-08-07T17:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:37:22.890+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more I wait, the more I analyse things, the more I think too much into the situation. I hate waiting. I'm the most impatient person in the world, if not universe. Waiting is almost like torture. But with me it's self inflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today's meant to be a relaxing, shopping with Olivia in the city day. Ended up with nothing, except lunch at Souvlaki Hut (no onions) and cupcakes on Degraves St (I must say it is the cutest store EVER). I was going to get a few things that I didn't need, but  guess I just blew a whole heap of cash on a new Macbook Pro, so maybe I can and will forgo the acid wash blue scarf from Bardot (so pretty and SO soft) and that Kit cheek stain for a few months. If not just allow myself forget about them in time. Must stop impulse buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another thing I've noticed. I cannot spend one full day out without being tired. Like now, I'm exhausted from being out for most of the day. Slept the whole train ride home. I don't even remember going through the city loop. Going to the city reminds me of work, which reminds me that I'm unemployed, which brings me back to the same thing all over again, which makes me think more and more into the whole thing. I even called up my course coordinator. I'm that desperate. But at the same time I don't think I should just sit around, wait and do absolutely nothing. Trusting God is one thing, but doing nothing is just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going crazy now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-6685309121908628942?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/6685309121908628942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=6685309121908628942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6685309121908628942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6685309121908628942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-i-wait-more-i-analyse-things-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-3661672005684977793</id><published>2009-08-05T13:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:24:10.440+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>Maybe being a little bit more honest can be a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-3661672005684977793?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/3661672005684977793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=3661672005684977793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3661672005684977793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3661672005684977793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-7660028106863658759</id><published>2009-07-24T01:11:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:24:43.833+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>decisions</title><content type='html'>I still can't decide which is better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling anything at all, or taking everything in and actually feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that the highs are only worth it if you've been through the lows. The lows can sometimes kill, slowly. Although, when everything is great, it just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, you don't feel anything, there's less volatility, everything's just constant. It gets boring, but it's safe. But it's like being a robot, emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still deciding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-7660028106863658759?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/7660028106863658759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=7660028106863658759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7660028106863658759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/7660028106863658759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/07/decisions.html' title='decisions'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-605642602928748667</id><published>2009-07-21T12:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:11:28.138+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>To do</title><content type='html'>List of books I must read (in order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rich Dad Poor Dad&lt;br /&gt;2. The Trouble With Paris&lt;br /&gt;3. Surviving the Corporate Jungle (gift from my father)&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading the Bible for All Its Worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should move number 3 up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-605642602928748667?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/605642602928748667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=605642602928748667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/605642602928748667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/605642602928748667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-do.html' title='To do'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-5492102562568572031</id><published>2009-07-19T23:35:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:12:14.531+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Shooting stars</title><content type='html'>I'm back and refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off my real holidays with camp at Phillip Island. I wouldn't say I had the time of my life, but not every camp has to be an absolute blast. Maybe it's 'cause it rained the whole weekend we were there. I think I picked up more on the little things that were said rather than the whole message. I saw ducks on the swimming pool, which is cute and all but absolutely disgusting knowing that people were baptised in that same pool. In the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queensland on the other hand, was probably one of the most memorable times I've had in my entire life. As cliche as it sounds, I think it's true that it's not where you go, it's who you're with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SmMmBrPYygI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wvryTcc4EEA/s1600-h/IMG_1164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SmMmBrPYygI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wvryTcc4EEA/s320/IMG_1164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360169791730010626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SmMmBI8FaqI/AAAAAAAAADw/_Iz-lwiel9g/s1600-h/IMG_1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SmMmBI8FaqI/AAAAAAAAADw/_Iz-lwiel9g/s320/IMG_1066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360169782522243746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SmMnnInROwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eVZnhnPdH_w/s1600-h/14072009481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SmMnnInROwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eVZnhnPdH_w/s320/14072009481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360171534781594370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SmMnmydcQiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5gD8oRN8KPU/s1600-h/16072009482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SmMnmydcQiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5gD8oRN8KPU/s320/16072009482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360171528834794018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the pictures do the talking :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-5492102562568572031?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/5492102562568572031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=5492102562568572031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5492102562568572031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5492102562568572031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/07/shooting-stars.html' title='Shooting stars'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SmMmBrPYygI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wvryTcc4EEA/s72-c/IMG_1164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-3925281586945210792</id><published>2009-06-25T01:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:57:45.019+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Caramel latte</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst exam dreams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Waking up at 2.30pm for a 9.30am exam&lt;br /&gt;2. Waking up at 9am for a 9.30am exam&lt;br /&gt;3. Going blank in an exam&lt;br /&gt;4. Running out of time to complete the exam&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting stuck in traffic on the way to the exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May or may not be in order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-3925281586945210792?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/3925281586945210792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=3925281586945210792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3925281586945210792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/3925281586945210792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/06/caramel-latte.html' title='Caramel latte'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-6635933400049881614</id><published>2009-05-23T02:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:30:17.590+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Oh say, say, say</title><content type='html'>Hi. I've been wanting to blog about something, but I keep forgetting. I don't want to blog just because, but I contradict myself with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing nothing for the past few weeks, and I'm enjoying it. I know that exams are coming real soon, so I'm trying to relax as much as possible before I go on house arrest for 3 weeks straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to chill out a bit, which is always good. I think I'm in the process of accepting things that I couldn't imagine accepting two months ago. I'm taking things as they come, and I finally understand what my parents mean when they say that life doesn't always go as you plan it, but you find a way around it and become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice sunny day today. I'm planning to go for a super long walk in the afternoon to look at birds and trees and possibly take a few Polaroid shots of a lovely red/amber/warm toned autumn tree. I think nature is one of the most calming/soothing/stress relieving thing ever and I want to take a candid shot of something that's just breathtaking and undeniable to remind me everyday never to forget why I get up every morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I've yet to find out if Cockatoos attack people. I've never been attacked by one, but they've flown close enough to break my skull if they wanted to, I reckon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-6635933400049881614?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/6635933400049881614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=6635933400049881614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6635933400049881614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6635933400049881614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-say-say-say.html' title='Oh say, say, say'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-4598160393865162725</id><published>2009-05-11T14:08:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:41:34.180+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>they don't love you like i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SgeoIrR1IUI/AAAAAAAAADo/pu3VO1GjSAs/s1600-h/22032009421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SgeoIrR1IUI/AAAAAAAAADo/pu3VO1GjSAs/s320/22032009421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334417150653571394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish it was still summer. I miss going to the beach at night for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty good weather the past few days. Not so cold at night that I can't sleep and not too cold in the morning that I can't get up (or maybe it's because I don't even get up in the morning for most days. Hmmmmm). But not good enough to go to the beach at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a friend's 21st on Friday. Really awkward mostly because I knew almost no one in the room. I didn't mind sitting alone in a room full of people but I kept on getting strange stares. I mean, if you want to stare at me strangely, at least introduce yourself to me or something. But okay, made a few new friends. Regardless, I'm not a party person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mother's Day yesterday. I got up extra early (8am, shock horror!) to bake scones for my mum, and she loved it. Yay! I forgot to put sultanas in though. Sorry mum, I know I can be a pain sometimes (all the time?) but thank you for putting up with me and loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished with all my uni assessments for this semester, now ready for exams. NOT. But very pumped for friend coming over from Brisbane, Oxygen camp and Gold Coast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-4598160393865162725?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/4598160393865162725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=4598160393865162725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4598160393865162725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4598160393865162725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-dont-love-you-like-i-love-you.html' title='they don&apos;t love you like i love you'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SgeoIrR1IUI/AAAAAAAAADo/pu3VO1GjSAs/s72-c/22032009421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-486684883676036158</id><published>2009-04-21T20:47:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:35:21.870+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, since I never post up any photos, here are a few from my phone over the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qLSe6HuI/AAAAAAAAADA/bhUZBr1lNYQ/s1600-h/27022009408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qLSe6HuI/AAAAAAAAADA/bhUZBr1lNYQ/s320/27022009408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327101045165924066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anberlin with Cheryl! The only photo from the night because she convinced me not to bring anything except my ID and my ATM card. I half regret it and half grateful that I got to enjoy it without worrying about my camera/phone/wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qLjewRqI/AAAAAAAAADI/wwJab-jeOdg/s1600-h/14022009400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qLjewRqI/AAAAAAAAADI/wwJab-jeOdg/s320/14022009400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327101049728681634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset at a beach on Valentine's day with evidence of the Black Saturday bush fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qL6pN9yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kWwKI_qF5RE/s1600-h/11042009425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qL6pN9yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kWwKI_qF5RE/s320/11042009425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327101055946585890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain America's Wild Thing Burger. Full of grease and fat but tastes so good. I found out that I have trouble getting up from my seat if I finish the chips, so I don't attempt to clean my plate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qMHbG3II/AAAAAAAAADY/2TKU_zuFIBY/s1600-h/14042009427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qMHbG3II/AAAAAAAAADY/2TKU_zuFIBY/s320/14042009427.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327101059377060994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ducks in a pond we passed by while cycling to the city. We rode 30km altogether and I'm very proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qMe86-EI/AAAAAAAAADg/kKnF1P8ouvo/s1600-h/17042009429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qMe86-EI/AAAAAAAAADg/kKnF1P8ouvo/s320/17042009429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327101065692903490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some strange random guy. Okay, kidding. It's Guang! Made him go into the car to take a photo. Thank goodness he didn't get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's just a few bits of my life in 2009 so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-486684883676036158?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/486684883676036158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=486684883676036158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/486684883676036158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/486684883676036158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-since-i-never-post-up-any-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/Se2qLSe6HuI/AAAAAAAAADA/bhUZBr1lNYQ/s72-c/27022009408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-1680101137689826115</id><published>2009-04-12T21:52:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:11:39.133+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ball'/><title type='text'>Giant Mosquitos</title><content type='html'>I just killed one and now there's a massive black mark on my wall. Stupid mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the past few weeks have been eventful. Lots of sulking, moping and unanswered questions. Looks like I'll be taking a year off next year. I mean, what's the point of just taking any job if it's not something I want to do? But I really don't know. One year is such a long time. I don't really have the funds to travel around, and traveling by myself?? So, I have no idea why all this is happening. I don't understand it at all. Maybe it won't be that bad, but it's so hard to see anything at this point in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my first uni ball ever. I had a blast, except the night didn't go too smoothly at one point. My own fault, but I know my limits now. It was nice being in the city late at night with good friends. Sitting in McDonald's on Swanston St in formal attire and having a deluxe cheeseburger for $1.95 was a great end to the night. I still have a massive blister on my left heel as proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about everything now, I can't deny that I am very blessed. I know I just have to hold on a little longer and something good will come eventually. I don't know why but it feels like I'm running out of time? I can't really put a time limit to faith, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mid semester break :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-1680101137689826115?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/1680101137689826115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=1680101137689826115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/1680101137689826115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/1680101137689826115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/04/giant-mosquitos.html' title='Giant Mosquitos'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-1370675015083058942</id><published>2009-03-18T19:38:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:21:52.766+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Sorry &amp; Thank you</title><content type='html'>I can't change who I am. I can't change who I turned out to be. I'm really sorry, but sometimes I wish I wasn't the way I am too. Especially right now. I am very very grateful though, for friends and parents (!!!) who accept me just the way I am (parents because in this day and age, how often do people use their children to achieve what they couldn't?). Ironically, they make me want to be a better person. Because I know that even if I didn't try they'd still love me, and even if I fail, they don't care. So it doesn't hurt to try when you have friends like that. But yes, it bugs me when I really can't change who I am. I can't change how I feel about certain things. More like, I don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-1370675015083058942?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/1370675015083058942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=1370675015083058942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/1370675015083058942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/1370675015083058942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-thank-you.html' title='Sorry &amp; Thank you'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-4611557768646026354</id><published>2009-03-11T15:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:23:06.903+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so good at procrastinating that I think one day, it's going to cost me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-4611557768646026354?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/4611557768646026354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=4611557768646026354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4611557768646026354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4611557768646026354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-good-at-procrastinating-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-6009862420061587644</id><published>2009-03-01T14:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:15:04.123+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anberlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Shouldn't need anyone</title><content type='html'>Anberlin was awesome! I was standing in the second row, and I could see them in front of me the whole time they were playing and it was so good! They sound even better live!! AhhhhhhHHhhhHHHH :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality: No job offer from KPMG. Actually, no call from KPMG &lt;i&gt;telling&lt;/i&gt; me that I didn't get an offer. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all I think about all day is my CV and my cover letters, and the fact that there are so limited audit graduate positions for 2010 because of the recession. It sucks because I just found out that I really want to start off my career with auditing, and I'm the kind of person who'd be willing to be paid less to do something I enjoy. But, argh, the whole thing is just stressing me out. My parents are already telling me to brace for harder times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just starting to understand that life is unfair. I'm just holding on to the hope that this might be a blessing in disguise. Maybe it'll turn out for the better. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-6009862420061587644?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/6009862420061587644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=6009862420061587644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6009862420061587644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6009862420061587644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/03/shouldnt-need-anyone.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t need anyone'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-2946453696689003937</id><published>2009-02-13T22:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:17:16.248+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Hazy days</title><content type='html'>7th of February 2009 is now known as Black Saturday. So many people have died from the bush fires and it's just such a waste of life. What makes me even angrier is the fact there are suspected arsonists! It's pretty much mass murder. But that's another story for another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been bugging me the past few days is the fact that people need a bush fire to happen before they start being generous. Why do you have to wait for people to die to stir some sense of generosity in yourself? I'm not condemning the millions of dollars that have been donated so far. I mean, it's all good. I love seeing how everyone's so willing to give and help out and the unity that this whole nation is showing. But why can't people be generous all the time? I mean, once the whole bush fire hype has died down, then what? Does it end there? There are so many people around the world who need this kind of generosity. Actually, you don't even have to look that far. Just go to the city and you'll see people who need help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I'm the most generous person in the world. But I do remember a couple of months ago, while I was doing a placement in Telstra, I used to walk past homeless people everyday at the station. I'd sometimes stop to give them money or any food I could find in my bag. I think what broke my heart was the fact that everyone was looking away, pretending as if he/she wasn't even there. I can't imagine how lonely it must feel being in a street side full of people, only to have them ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, that's just how I feel about generosity. It's a bit hard for me to get my head around it. Sometimes I feel so small. How do you know how much that little bit you're doing is making a change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-2946453696689003937?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/2946453696689003937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=2946453696689003937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/2946453696689003937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/2946453696689003937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/02/hazy-days.html' title='Hazy days'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-5143006707755352547</id><published>2009-02-08T18:29:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:42:14.628+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Lord of the Rings</title><content type='html'>I've officially watched all 3 Lord of the Rings extended version DVDs. It's the best series EVER. I would so watch it all over again. It's pretty funny watching the guys squirm in their seats over the "gay" scenes. The scenes aren't even gay, they're all friends! They have to fight to save the world, and all they have is each other. Hehe, I'm such a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have two more weeks of placements, and I can't wait! I'm pretty much just waiting for all of this to end. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have the KPMG song stuck in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-5143006707755352547?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/5143006707755352547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=5143006707755352547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5143006707755352547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/5143006707755352547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/02/lord-of-rings.html' title='Lord of the Rings'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-731600448290475436</id><published>2009-02-01T02:40:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:53:16.403+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>I've never known better</title><content type='html'>I've spent a good 5 days away from TV/internet/Ipod/DS. It was awesome. I have to say I feel like I have this massive burden lifted from my shoulders, and I also feel less obsessive about checking my email/Facebook/weather. I don't feel like I've missed much either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've had a long week. Chinese New Year, Australia Day, taking a taxi to the client, Oxygen barbeque at Jells in 40 degree weather, a string of 40 degree days (finally cooling down this weekend to the early 30s), KPMG trivia night (my team won! I get gold class movie tickets apparently!), first Epic Central of the year, Jono and Jas' farewell drinks (very spontaneous! Decided to go in less than 5 minutes, drove to the city, had a mocktail and drove back, all within 3 hours. Arrived home at 2am), 1000 steps AGAIN, Sam and Steph's engagement party and finally, Lord of the Rings extended version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all just the beginning. I'm finding it hard to believe that the year is going to get any better. I'm finding it hard to keep up with the hype. I'm feeling the pressure of my final year starting to build up. Life seems to be going so fast I just can't keep up. I really just want time to stop so I can catch my breath and regain my momentum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-731600448290475436?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/731600448290475436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=731600448290475436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/731600448290475436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/731600448290475436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-never-known-better.html' title='I&apos;ve never known better'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-2365630227008896390</id><published>2009-01-18T22:55:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:14:36.252+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>the face-off with the duck</title><content type='html'>Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;I managed to scale the 1000 steps. Nearly ran out of breath about 309630 times. Shows how unfit I am. It was an amazing feeling though, reaching the top. Like I've accomplished something. Which just made me think: going down the 1000 steps would not have felt as good if I only made it halfway and decided to give up. Wow, who knew exercise could be applied to real life? We celebrated our acheivement by going to Grill'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at a family friend's place. Awesome food. Very awkward though, because I almost didn't know everyone there. But the food was worth the awkwardness. Well, and also the people were nice anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to go cycling, to improve my current fitness levels (see above). While cycling, I decided to have a face-off with the same duck that attacked me some time last week while I was jogging. While cycling home, the duck tried to attack me again. It did the attacking dance thing, so I got off my bike and stood in front of it. Then the duck fully tried to attack me again, so I shoved my bike in front of me (I have this strange fear of birds pecking my feet/toes off) and picked up a stone and threw it near the duck. Notice it wasn't "at" the duck because I didn't want to be caught abusing animals - and it might also be because I have terrible aim-, which would lead to ANOTHER fine I can't afford (I got a parking fine a couple of weeks ago). This is the best part though. The duck actually ran after the stone thinking it was food. How stupid is it? Why would I feed a bird that attacked me like 3 times?? But okay, whatever, the important thing is that, now the duck knows who's in charge of Sheperd's Bush - clearly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, what an eventful weekend. I don't mind doing it all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-2365630227008896390?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/2365630227008896390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=2365630227008896390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/2365630227008896390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/2365630227008896390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/01/face-off-with-duck.html' title='the face-off with the duck'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-9056917633367667196</id><published>2009-01-16T21:28:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:47:28.842+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>For we are young and free</title><content type='html'>Just finished the first week back to work. And also episode 15 of Gossip Girl. I must say that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Well, okay, it was bad at the start of the week, then it got much better. Had an amazing race thing with the other vacationers, and we got second place. LAME. After all that running. From the Shrine of Remembrance to Crown Casino (for those who don't know the distance, they're probably about 5-6km apart, no kidding). Although if we did win, I wouldn't know what to do with a whole bucket of chocolate. I only wanted the trophy and the pride of winning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the highlight of my week was actually today, when I finally got to do real audit work. This is what I've been waiting for ever since starting uni! It was only the easiest task out of everything else, but it was so good to finally do hands on work that made sense for once, rather than the graph drawing and formatting spreadsheets that I've been doing the last two placements. Finally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there wasn't anything else exciting about my week. I watched Kung Fu Panda again on Saturday night. Learnt the Australian National Anthem (in effort to win the Amazing Race because a few of us kind of already knew the clues beforehand), had that song stuck in my head ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember now. I finally bought my guitar on ebay. Don't know much about guitars, but it's a brand new solid spruce top acoustic guitar, and it's pretty. Hoping to go pick it up sometime next week or so, if my brother is nice to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guitar wasn't the highlight of my week because I love accounting so much that I forget about buying expensive things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-9056917633367667196?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/9056917633367667196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=9056917633367667196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/9056917633367667196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/9056917633367667196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-we-are-young-and-free.html' title='For we are young and free'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-1229291263608969422</id><published>2009-01-09T23:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:12:15.996+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SWdHl0a6KLI/AAAAAAAAABk/GsGEd9Eyt_4/s1600-h/domokunjpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SWdHl0a6KLI/AAAAAAAAABk/GsGEd9Eyt_4/s320/domokunjpeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275002422175922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must try this one day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-1229291263608969422?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/1229291263608969422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=1229291263608969422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/1229291263608969422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/1229291263608969422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/01/must-try-this-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SWdHl0a6KLI/AAAAAAAAABk/GsGEd9Eyt_4/s72-c/domokunjpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-4510085891319308729</id><published>2009-01-06T12:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:56:00.788+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Altruistic</title><content type='html'>This is one of the few things I remember learning in year 11 psychology:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altruism&lt;br /&gt;ˈal-trü-ˌi-zəm&lt;br /&gt;1: unselfish regard for or devotion to the welfare of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole idea of altruism. Being completely selfless, not expecting anything in return. I don't think I'm anywhere close to being altruistic though. It's almost like perfection - I can never be altruistic, I don't think. I find it difficult to do something without expecting anything in return. I'm only human after all. And I never want to know how long I can last doing works like chores before I burn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just don't know if I can do whatever I'm called to do without knowing that there's a reward at the end of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't appreciate what I've been given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-4510085891319308729?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/4510085891319308729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=4510085891319308729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4510085891319308729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/4510085891319308729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/01/altruistic.html' title='Altruistic'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-6270541780591377010</id><published>2009-01-04T21:31:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:07:18.661+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Guitar hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SWCVH1yhklI/AAAAAAAAABE/d-MmjvRgbEI/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SWCVH1yhklI/AAAAAAAAABE/d-MmjvRgbEI/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287389924463579730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that in 2009, I will study really hard (since it's my last year of uni and all). And also, that I will learn how to play guitar. So, I'll be getting a guitar pretty soon, with lots of advice from my brother. Apparently $100-$150 is not much for a good acoustic guitar. I have a feeling this is going to be another one of my hobbies that's going to cost way too much, just like my obsession with Polaroids and Action Samplers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually used to take guitar lessons when I was about 13-14ish. I stopped after a few lessons because my fingers started to bleed every time I picked up the guitar. So I figured this time, if I actually buy an guitar for myself, I'll definitely be sure that I learn how to play it and play it well. It'll be an investment. And if it fails miserably, I'll just sell the guitar for like $20 less. It's such an awesome plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write something long and deep, but I have a headache now. I shall retire for the night now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: That is a very bad scan of a Polaroid, not a very good photo of me to start with (lol Cheryl) but it's all about the kite and grass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-6270541780591377010?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/6270541780591377010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=6270541780591377010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6270541780591377010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6270541780591377010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/01/guitar-hero.html' title='Guitar hero'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SWCVH1yhklI/AAAAAAAAABE/d-MmjvRgbEI/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894599056672260382.post-6888529988050147782</id><published>2009-01-02T21:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:38:15.919+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Hello 2009</title><content type='html'>Hi there. I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long 2008. I'm glad it's over. It's been such a difficult year. I welcomed 2009 with great friends, Guitar Hero Rock Band, and many deep breaths, hoping for something better. We'll see how things go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894599056672260382-6888529988050147782?l=lucidjade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/feeds/6888529988050147782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894599056672260382&amp;postID=6888529988050147782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6888529988050147782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894599056672260382/posts/default/6888529988050147782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidjade.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009'/><author><name>Fay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343322801364209009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nPt4gc38eY/SaoP-lw-TbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bw0eln5-S7I/S220/n575828976_706805_8453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
