<?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-1119108636264015919</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:23:26.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Salt Caramel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10991223222417721998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119108636264015919.post-6810130587948474621</id><published>2009-08-25T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:30:20.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>009: you fall away from your past</title><content type='html'>This space has been collecting too much dust. It's so sad that my wannabe password-protected blog lasted me a grand total of nine posts including this. I guess I just never feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not true. I always do feel like blogging. I miss talking to my bunny babies (see above) ): It's just that there are many other important things to do. And blogging would be too strong an evidence that I am not spending my time doing all those important things... Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I decided I still want to blog. And I will, some time soon hopefully. I kind of want a new space though... but like I don't know. We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119108636264015919-6810130587948474621?l=seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/feeds/6810130587948474621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/08/009-you-fall-away-from-your-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/6810130587948474621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/6810130587948474621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/08/009-you-fall-away-from-your-past.html' title='009: you fall away from your past'/><author><name>arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10991223222417721998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119108636264015919.post-6723371165869648281</id><published>2009-07-13T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:47:55.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>008: got you looking for a lifeline</title><content type='html'>Life has not been exciting. Because poor people don't get to enjoy life... Okay, not true. Only poor Arina does not get to enjoy life. ): You see I'm usually poor as a result of spending too much on things that actually make me happy, so I don't really complain because the sadness I feel from being poor is offset from the happiness of nice new things. This time though, I am poor without getting to feel the joy of having new things. Blame it on the &lt;s&gt;a-a-a-a-a-alcohol&lt;/s&gt; water that I stupidly spilt on my brother's laptop. Which ended up costing me a very angry sibling and seven.hundred.freaking.bucks.to.get.the.stupid.machine.fixed. ): I didn't think I would be this sad poor, but oh myyyy I so am. Need.to.learn.to.stop.being.such.a.materialistic.bitch. Doesn't help that my friends are on a shopping spree and are very sensitively dragging me along to watch them shop. (By friends, I mean Shawn.) Although I do admit it's pretty gratifying to see someone else happy as a result of shopping since I don't get to do it for myself. Must remember to consider being a personal shopper if all else fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the way things are going... "all else fails" is very likely to happen. ): Enough said about the completely fucked up CT2s in the last post. And well I thought then that Prelims was going to be better. But I just devised a new Prelims study plan and looking at it gives me this very nauseating feeling, honestly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_OZJ3sp1ik/Sls5NObwfqI/AAAAAAAADC4/ebfcMXJdtZM/s1600-h/arinas+study+schedule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_OZJ3sp1ik/Sls5NObwfqI/AAAAAAAADC4/ebfcMXJdtZM/s320/arinas+study+schedule.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357939081062940322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(As you can see, I am making it look very serious and somber and thinking this might actually make a difference although I know deep down my sorry heart that no matter how the study plan looks, it.is.not.going.to.make.any.difference.) It's very scary to see how many things there are to do. And I really don't see myself getting through it and I seriously feel like puking everytime I see it...which is weird. I don't even feel like puking on roller coasters. And urghhh this is not fun. Bleak bleak life bleak bleak future. BLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119108636264015919-6723371165869648281?l=seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/feeds/6723371165869648281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/07/008-got-you-looking-for-lifeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/6723371165869648281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/6723371165869648281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/07/008-got-you-looking-for-lifeline.html' title='008: got you looking for a lifeline'/><author><name>arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10991223222417721998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_OZJ3sp1ik/Sls5NObwfqI/AAAAAAAADC4/ebfcMXJdtZM/s72-c/arinas+study+schedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119108636264015919.post-473074255767581128</id><published>2009-07-07T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:40:54.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>007: a distant echo</title><content type='html'>So, today marked the first school day of school since the holidays... but I didn't have any trouble sinking into the dreadful life of school. I missed first days when we came back from holidays and were still in happy ditsy holiday moods. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is all for the better Arina, the faster you get into the mood the faster you.can.start.studying.for.Prelims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice I am not talking about how the CTs went... In two words, abso(fucking)lutely screwed. But I'm over it really. I am over the fact that I did so damn badly and I am ready to move on with my life. No, I don't even want to know my scores (or the lack of them) because it's not hard to accurately gauge my results when there was not a single paper I could do. I wish I was exaggerating... But I'm not):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, like I said I am ready to move on with my life. I really really really HONESTLY need to start studying my butt off. I wish I thought studying was not important and that I foresee alot of other open doors for my future. But no, my future as I see it is bleak bleak bleak and I need need need to do decently for my ALevels so that I can at least slightly savage my bleak future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier note, it was nice seeing everyone back in school today! (: Haha I think my friends celebrated post-CTs indulging in porn because everyone came back dirtier and hornier. TSK YOU PEOPLE. But good entertainment and I couldn't imagine how I would be surviving school life if it wasn't for them making each day happier and so much more bearable yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do something productive now! (Promise I will not be distracted by the Sims. I vow not to play it any time outside the weekends... despite my excitement at redecorating my SUPER CUTE new house.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119108636264015919-473074255767581128?l=seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/feeds/473074255767581128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/07/007-distant-echo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/473074255767581128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/473074255767581128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/07/007-distant-echo.html' title='007: a distant echo'/><author><name>arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10991223222417721998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119108636264015919.post-616683439263521324</id><published>2009-06-27T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:46:34.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>006: everyday a fly day</title><content type='html'>I have officially officially given up trying to cram for CTs. This was not supposed to happen but I am thoroughly upset as it is, I will not try and ruin my mood by trying to study anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I will devote my time into the Sims 3. Yes, I have finally succumbed myself to it. I said I wouldn't until after CTs, but I realise now it doesn't make a difference. Why not make myself happier earlier?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I am off to live a new life. One I can marry Jason Mraz and where we can cycle to work and cook for each other and woohoo in public places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119108636264015919-616683439263521324?l=seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/feeds/616683439263521324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/006-everyday-fly-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/616683439263521324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/616683439263521324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/006-everyday-fly-day.html' title='006: everyday a fly day'/><author><name>arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10991223222417721998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119108636264015919.post-5560305747334019929</id><published>2009-06-23T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:45:03.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>005: fix the world up for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XOyAOWhy-KE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XOyAOWhy-KE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_OZJ3sp1ik/SkD0KCLABJI/AAAAAAAADCw/u20qpe8YVQQ/s1600-h/ppsl-06-emma0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhowwwwwwww, WHY SO CUTE!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_OZJ3sp1ik/SkDzKmofdQI/AAAAAAAADCI/8uw4vvdPewE/s1600-h/ppsl-05-emma0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_OZJ3sp1ik/SkDzKmofdQI/AAAAAAAADCI/8uw4vvdPewE/s320/ppsl-05-emma0906.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543720810771714" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_OZJ3sp1ik/SkD0Jx5a21I/AAAAAAAADCo/sV-Jb7qP9YI/s1600-h/ppsl-07-emma0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_OZJ3sp1ik/SkD0Jx5a21I/AAAAAAAADCo/sV-Jb7qP9YI/s320/ppsl-07-emma0906.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350544806166322002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1119108636264015919-5560305747334019929?l=seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/feeds/5560305747334019929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/005-fix-world-up-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/5560305747334019929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/5560305747334019929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/005-fix-world-up-for-you.html' title='005: fix the world up for you'/><author><name>arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10991223222417721998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_OZJ3sp1ik/SkDzKmofdQI/AAAAAAAADCI/8uw4vvdPewE/s72-c/ppsl-05-emma0906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119108636264015919.post-3788433691892583624</id><published>2009-06-22T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:11:51.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>004: disaster button</title><content type='html'>I said I wasn't going to pin my hopes on extended holiday, but now that they're really not extended ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119108636264015919-3788433691892583624?l=seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/feeds/3788433691892583624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/004-disaster-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/3788433691892583624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/3788433691892583624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/004-disaster-button.html' title='004: disaster button'/><author><name>arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10991223222417721998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119108636264015919.post-6283028516847888734</id><published>2009-06-20T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:30:48.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>003: a gift from a garden to a flower</title><content type='html'>Today, I hit my sister's nose with a piece of paper because she was talking rubbish. She said, "NOOOOO! Not my nose! It's my birthday present!" Great, so I'm not the only crazy person in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my life is too boring and I have nothing more to blog about.):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119108636264015919-6283028516847888734?l=seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/feeds/6283028516847888734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/003-gift-from-garden-to-flower_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/6283028516847888734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/6283028516847888734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/003-gift-from-garden-to-flower_20.html' title='003: a gift from a garden to a flower'/><author><name>arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10991223222417721998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119108636264015919.post-5143897405675956221</id><published>2009-06-19T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:12:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>002: a sleeping planet with a molten core</title><content type='html'>This "trying to cram everything in these measly days I have left" is very depressing, but thank god for Snow Patrol, who makes like the best study songs... and this youtube video, that injects life into me automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0pKdXgNDbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0pKdXgNDbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cuteeeeeeee!!! I have watched this at least fifty times and it makes me way happier each time. I really want a pet bunny, but I don't think I'm ready to have another heave of responsibility. I mean, just.look.at.the.state.of.the.house.&lt;br /&gt;and.the.number.of.things.I.have.to.do.each.day.just.so.it.doesn't.start.looking.like.a.pig.sty.&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not complaining... not really... Mm, the point is. that I am not ready for a bunny. I will stick to watching the bunny eating parsley video for happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119108636264015919-5143897405675956221?l=seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/feeds/5143897405675956221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/002-sleeping-planet-with-molten-core.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/5143897405675956221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/5143897405675956221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/002-sleeping-planet-with-molten-core.html' title='002: a sleeping planet with a molten core'/><author><name>arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10991223222417721998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119108636264015919.post-3261482461866438919</id><published>2009-06-18T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:09:30.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>001: welcome to the dollhouse</title><content type='html'>Ahh it feels good to finally have a blog again. There were so many things to rant about over the past many days but I never got to do it gratifyingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted my half an hour break to get this up though, so I cannot have a nice wholesome entry now... And it's not like there's much to say. I have been trying to study and it's not fun. I am screwed, as usual. I am at about Day5 of my study schedule. Meaning, I have 15 more study days to complete... in the next 10 days. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1119108636264015919-3261482461866438919?l=seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/feeds/3261482461866438919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/001-welcome-to-dollhouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/3261482461866438919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1119108636264015919/posts/default/3261482461866438919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasaltcaramel.blogspot.com/2009/06/001-welcome-to-dollhouse.html' title='001: welcome to the dollhouse'/><author><name>arina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10991223222417721998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
