<?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-5341943544576732449</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:55:02.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-ecadence.blogspot</title><subtitle type='html'>Where's the mistletoe?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341943544576732449.post-3159723119715345589</id><published>2008-01-04T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:27:27.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denken</title><content type='html'>I'm officially chairing the Aesthetics Committee, starting today. Apparently I was quite relunctant to do anything since I knew very well that I'd be frickin busy this year. Then again, yeah it really isn't very fair to the rest. With all the extras and CCA, I might have to forgo lunches for upcoming CNY deco. Swell!, it's time to prove I work &lt;s&gt;well&lt;/s&gt; better under stress or else the sense of urgency is so outta my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak the truth, I'm weary and feeling all blue right now. There's really SO much things going on in my head it's just impossible to prioritise because when I'm trying to recall something, this other thing just interrupts and then I forget what I'm recalling, then later I'll just screw up. Right, I need a CCA logbook dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just three days and bloody hell, this is what happens to me. My eyebags are out ALREADY, I doze off half the time in school, and I've been sent out together with more than half of wisdom out of class. Man, this isn't good. I resolve to be better this year, and help pull Jesmine Tan the lazy pig up with me. She's gotta stop failing, stop watching videos and stop ignoring homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNTT's gotta start delivering too. Our recruit number is miserable stuffs, and I've been slacking wayyy too much on the discipline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something about my life, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-3159723119715345589?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/3159723119715345589/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=3159723119715345589' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/3159723119715345589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/3159723119715345589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2008/01/denken.html' title='Denken'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-8850602696424929008</id><published>2008-01-01T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:38:53.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auflösungen</title><content type='html'>{Status: Procrastinating}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Never ever to pick my horribly disgusting nails ever ever again. OMG it looks gross I can't even stand it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Have some discipline and go on isolation, which actually means, &lt;b&gt;STAY AWAY FROM THE STUPID COMPUTER&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Don't overpromise people. For God's sake Delaney, please think before you even open your mouth. It's cursed, tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Be neat. Short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Save up to spend for '09, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Not to drop my poor phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Can't start on any Jdoramas unless I study,&amp; I shall allow myself to miss people like Yamapi, Shun, Jin and Toma. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. That's a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-8850602696424929008?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/8850602696424929008/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=8850602696424929008' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/8850602696424929008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/8850602696424929008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2008/01/auflsungen.html' title='Auflösungen'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-1505825752374626974</id><published>2008-01-01T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:25:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glückliches Neu Jahr!</title><content type='html'>{Status: Attempting to mug}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Happy new year everybody. Hope you've had a wonderful ohseven and, do look forward to a whole new rollah coastah ride yo! &lt;em&gt;Zwei tausend und acht (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, suddenly it's creeping me out. I really don't wanna start on the wrong foot this year, or I'll just crash and die somehow. Well actually, I've already did 'cause I have sixteen more essays yet to be written, like Ohmyfish. Plus plus I haven't handed up chem either, that's really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow, &lt;s&gt;shyt&lt;/s&gt;. Ironic yeah. One minute someone tells you to look forward to '08 and the next minute curses it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-1505825752374626974?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/1505825752374626974/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=1505825752374626974' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1505825752374626974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1505825752374626974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2008/01/glckliches-neu-jahr.html' title='Glückliches Neu Jahr!'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-1442236668418088630</id><published>2007-12-28T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:55:28.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zum Schlüss?</title><content type='html'>Suddenly forgot what &lt;em&gt;Zum Schlüss&lt;/em&gt; was, Thirdlang stopped for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't supposed to be online today, but whatever. Apparently I got too tired to do any differentiation so I'll leave it for some last-minute stint which I always do. Never knew piano theory could be so trying. I officially hate cadences. You make me so tired I can't do any math now, you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studydate with Erica at Coffeebean. There, long-awaited Belgian Chocolate. Wanted to try that out ever since I saw it on wednesday. Realise I've not been controlling my extravagant expenditure. 'twas productive I guess, cause two essays are down with the help of a sixdollar cuppa chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, can you believe, I couldn't bear to use the new eraser I bought. Why are they so eerily sharp? Okay I feel stupid now. 've been hugging the pillow Trina got me for Christmas and feeling moody all day. Must be the undone homework that's irritating the shit out of me. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some encouragement here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdammt,&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-1442236668418088630?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/1442236668418088630/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=1442236668418088630' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1442236668418088630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1442236668418088630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/zum-schlss.html' title='Zum Schlüss?'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-3195709845954172969</id><published>2007-12-27T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:03:45.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Müde</title><content type='html'>I sat down, staring at the blasted glaring thing of a screen, on one hand doing that procrastinating thing, and on the other reading someone's awe-inspiring blog. I don't know how it ever occured to me as inspiring but somehow she thinks really deeply, and I guess I can say I admire that skill of hers. Her life is so full, so glamorous. Lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's high time I actually have to wake myself up from this stubborness or whatsoever. It's murdering my resolutions. My homework, they're far from completion. 22 Essays, I can never ever attempt to understand the mind of a teacher. I really have to point out the fact that essays do take more than one day for the appropriate interpretation of a question, understanding of its requirements and then the application of some long unused skills. Additionally, they should - in my opinion - consider the existence of CCAs and extras and shouldering a head's responsibilities, and even Orientation prep, &lt;strong&gt;and above all,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;this is a DAMN holiday.&lt;/strong&gt; Ten days and another four gone, they can't expect someone to bring homework on a cruise down the River Nile for God's sake. Wait, I think I'm just giving blatant excuses. Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, thinking about this gets me swarming in fatigue. I thought Onigiri would cheer me up but apparently not. Well, it's been a rather long but actually quite short day. Ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C4 outing was fine, except the turnout was a little bit of a disappointment. As told by Amanda, they took C4 literally 'cause only four turned up. Let me tell you the story of the disappearing acts. It's quite hilarious, or so it seems to me. Originally we'd expected at least fifteen, inclusive of the non-responsive people. Then the night before the responses came in, it was more or less twelve who could make it. Before I even left the house yet a few more confirmed their untimely absence. On the way to Plaza Sing, I was told CQ couldn't make it because of a swollen leg. (Aw, hope it gets well soon). So that was it. Anyway, we stopped by Pastamania for some food and drinks then Kym and I made our way up slowly with the amazing number of interestingly-positioned escalators to the Cinema. I'm amused that I happen to always lose my way around PS. We're glad we got really good seats for National Treasure, according to the woman at the ticketing counter, (and later proven when we went in), but it happened that Gaoyang Sam and Faiz wouldn't be able to make it for the 1:20 screening so they weren't coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Treasure, thrilling I must say at certain parts but then later I realised it's somewhat cliched. Okay so here goes the general storyline for treasure hunts (SPOILER AHEAD):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;This guy sets off with his trusty assistant and his woman. Finds clues all around the world, how do they even manage to get around so fast. Then they sneak in somewhere OMG-ishly not-supposed-to and then stumble upon the vital clue with a bad guy hot on their heels. Then they get trapped stupidly in some cave or other with this bad guy and search their way out, finding the treasure (which was not worth all that fuss). Something big happens, like gigantic rocks which could crush people just starts falling off. The scurry out somewhere and then the bad guy gets trapped and dies and they see the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really! Alright I'm sorry if this really sounded exactly like National Treasure but I have the impression that these movies are everywhere. Plus Nicholas Cage is so treasure-hunter looking, it's nothing out of the blue. It's just the hilariously thrilling parts that makes it different, but I guess it should be worth the 7bucks (: Then I left with Kym. There was this bugging guilt of leaving my kid cousin who came specially for us and we just left him home alone like that. I bought him fishballs from OCK to appease him later on. Hahah. Then Tiara and Amanda hung around to wait for Sam and Faiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest post I've ever written in eons, I like it. I'm inspired, probably. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-3195709845954172969?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/3195709845954172969/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=3195709845954172969' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/3195709845954172969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/3195709845954172969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/mde.html' title='Müde'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-4157895594013380623</id><published>2007-12-26T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:30:32.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aufwiedersehen, Weihnachten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Damn it. I'm so pissed. I don't seem to have privacy around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas is over, yeah. There wasn't even the spirit to begin with. It's okay, presents were pretty, dinner was good. So the passing of Christmas marks the soon-to-be reopening of school, isn't it wonderful? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, now I'm back to mugging status, or so it may seem. Meeting up with Erica later to study, no subway though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for C4 Outing tomorrow! Falalas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and before I forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY, OGURI SHUN! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R3H0-3PcPnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7rKkdYisC3k/s1600-h/shun132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148165209878969970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R3H0-3PcPnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7rKkdYisC3k/s200/shun132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-4157895594013380623?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/4157895594013380623/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=4157895594013380623' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/4157895594013380623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/4157895594013380623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/aufwiedersehen-weihnachten.html' title='Aufwiedersehen, Weihnachten'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R3H0-3PcPnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7rKkdYisC3k/s72-c/shun132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341943544576732449.post-1768315750245090849</id><published>2007-12-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:15:04.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fertig!</title><content type='html'>Currently off ban for now, :D But hell it was bloody effective, I can't believe myself. Four trial papers [and barely a half], which means eight comprehension passages, equivalent to fifty over questions. To think I woke up at 1pm today. Could've finished the last one if I got up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it for today. Yeah, stuck at home doing assignments. It's okay, tomorrow's gta be more exciting, somehow. Maybe I'll come home and bake butter cakes after training, and mission for tomorrow? Ecology and Ecosystem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just remembered, the &lt;strong&gt;friggin posters are not up yet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; I can't get killed at fifteen for just some posters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-1768315750245090849?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/1768315750245090849/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=1768315750245090849' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1768315750245090849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1768315750245090849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/fertig.html' title='Fertig!'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-8330223392884857864</id><published>2007-12-16T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:14:37.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schlafen nicht</title><content type='html'>It's 1am. I'm jetlagging very badly, at the same time scrambling to copy math questions from Munko. It isn't raining tonight. I was hoping for some company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought new ornaments today, for which I'm really glad. They look pretty on the banisters now. It's all red-ish and gold-ish. Hahah. I love christmas. Hail, spirit of giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm banning myself from the computer tomorrow and go on a full time mugger's spree. It's better that way or I won't make it. Delaney has to buck up and think about O's now, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I'm pretty much packed again for the rest of the month thanks to myself. Outings, Studydates, Christmas services, &amp;amp;not to mention trainings. Man, I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersehen, ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-8330223392884857864?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/8330223392884857864/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=8330223392884857864' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/8330223392884857864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/8330223392884857864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/schlafen-nicht.html' title='Schlafen nicht'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-8656697537072766609</id><published>2007-12-14T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:54:53.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibliothek</title><content type='html'>Training early this morning at 9am. Almost couldn't get there in time 'cause I persistently went on a snooze even though the alarm kept ringing with my fave song. I got really shagged and all, must be the jetlag. Coach understands my plight, apparently. Haha I sounded quite fed up when I reported the scores, and he kindly said I haven't been training for more than a week. At least my forehand's back to standard. I was really &lt;u&gt;pysched&lt;/u&gt; about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for the rest of the day, hung out with Ivy. Lunched at Causeway and did CIP at Woodlands Regional Library. We, officially, &lt;strong&gt;didn't &lt;/strong&gt;do shelving, which was pretty much a relief. Ivy recounted to me the torturous three hours she did shelving books and I was like, "NO..". Well, we were brought to sit by a table with inflated spheres meant for Countdown'08 at Marina Bay whereby people could sign, draw, wish, whatever. It was plain fun 'cause we were mainly &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R2KSMHPcPcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UzME4Iz7kUU/s1600-h/Prisoner+%23(051).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143834461210426818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="107" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R2KSMHPcPcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UzME4Iz7kUU/s200/Prisoner+%23(051).jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slacking away (: The IC said we needn't actively get people to sign it anyway, since they were gonna run short of the balls. To pass time, we drew on it too! Budding artists. There was this really nice guy who's so talented he drew two awesome cartoons in five minutes, one for which I requested - Santa! Cute aye. It got me into such a christmas-ish mood I feel like murdering homework now. &amp;amp;We chatted about everything under the sun. Having a chat with a good ol' friend is such a pleasant thing to do. There were lots to catch up on and complain to each other, heh. Seriously that 6 hours was good enough to make me feel accomplished, with the luxury of enjoying the rain from inside. Somehow, stationing at the Well-wishes station got us a five-dollar voucher for dinner at Banquet, free biscuits, water, and unlimited toddler-entertainment. Dinner was tomyam noodles, and eating free tomyam noodles count as one hour in your CIP record. &lt;em&gt;Sehr gut, ja? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R2KUw3PcPfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M8zAaQ1t6AU/s1600-h/Prisoner+%23(050).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143837291593874930" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" height="61" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R2KUw3PcPfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M8zAaQ1t6AU/s200/Prisoner+%23(050).jpg" width="84" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R2KU9HPcPgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YGwbiebYaPk/s1600-h/Prisoner+%23(052).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143837502047272450" style="CURSOR: hand" height="78" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R2KU9HPcPgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YGwbiebYaPk/s200/Prisoner+%23(052).jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R2KVE3PcPhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TXsiUSHt5Q4/s1600-h/Prisoner+%23(054).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143837635191258642" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" height="78" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R2KVE3PcPhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TXsiUSHt5Q4/s200/Prisoner+%23(054).jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved tday ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DEFINITELY GOING BACK FOR MORE!&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/5341943544576732449-8656697537072766609?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/8656697537072766609/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=8656697537072766609' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/8656697537072766609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/8656697537072766609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/bibliothek.html' title='Bibliothek'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R2KSMHPcPcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UzME4Iz7kUU/s72-c/Prisoner+%23(051).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341943544576732449.post-7073181473639943897</id><published>2007-12-13T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T01:04:44.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ägypten</title><content type='html'>Egypt was fantabulous. Left on the fourth and settled in Cairo for a day before flying off to Luxor and then cruised down the lovely Nile for a few days on board the Esadora. Then we stopped at Aswan and then took a flight back to Cairo for the last few days of sightseeing. It was just history and bare sand. Essentially the whole place looked &lt;strong&gt;sandy.&lt;/strong&gt; The buildings looked like sandcastles against the countless sand dunes in the background. Your eyes wouldn't really be able to take it after a long while. I'd probably go into the details later, when all the photos are uploaded. Btw, want sand can come find me, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up on the homework. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Auf wiedersehen, Freund.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-7073181473639943897?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/7073181473639943897/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=7073181473639943897' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/7073181473639943897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/7073181473639943897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/gypten.html' title='Ägypten'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-1647574365108036472</id><published>2007-12-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:09:24.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainieren</title><content type='html'>Everyone seemed to have a grudge against me today. I got whacked by balls, A LOT. Jingwen got me at least five times. Well anyway I wasn't very happy training today. Don't ask, it just didn't feel right. I was thinking about C4, much! I'm missing camp terribly that I don't feel like training at all. &lt;em&gt;Schlecht&lt;/em&gt; &gt;:/ And if it's anywhere I'm going, I'm going down. It's been a while since I've snagged more than two points. Coach never really said anything about it so I assume I'll just lie low for the moment. I really need to get my rubber changed too, it's close to rotting. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, this afternoon's preparations were soooo productive! Our souvenirs are piled neatly into a bag and we've got to finish a few more vanguards up, and our banner is up! All our pride and glory (and pricks we had while sewing)! Even though the dance's banner made ours look relatively small. It's alright! SNTT's banner's the bomb (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1QaWgjus0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/OmbMU6z-5Jc/s1600-R/Prisoner+%23(047).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139762048735818562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1QaWgjus0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/d_3A8Locbzc/s200/Prisoner+%23(047).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delaney's giftwrapping service, FOC! It's a newfound talent. Hahahaha, I've got to be kidding right? Even the tape is on the wrong side. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a very interesting convo at the moment..so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Auf wiedersehen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-1647574365108036472?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/1647574365108036472/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=1647574365108036472' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1647574365108036472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1647574365108036472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/trainieren.html' title='Trainieren'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1QaWgjus0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/d_3A8Locbzc/s72-c/Prisoner+%23(047).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341943544576732449.post-3998857747324865336</id><published>2007-12-02T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:10:59.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meister</title><content type='html'>My my. Sat in for a Mindchamps workshop this afternoon with Claire. Solely her idea okay, and not exactly a good one - calling me in the middle of [a meal in the middle of] school camp asking me to reserve seats, seriously. They were smart enough to include the magic word, 'complimentary' and tada! You have parents and whatnots scrambling to sign up (sorry that includes Claire and me). Then we realised it was to propaganda students to become supaah Youthchamps! and attend their courses. We couldn't even stand listening the speaker (IT WAS DEPRESSING, fullstop) so we left, claiming we had something on. Cheated my feelings :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1KWJgjusvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JvgdX8ihtXc/s1600-R/Prisoner+%23(045).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139335214885942002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="99" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1KWJgjusvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cBaS7dAEEM0/s200/Prisoner+%23(045).jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I FINALLY HAD SUBWAY BTW. It was just about the best thing I had today, and in a Subway outlet with the perfect ambience (: I missed my double choc loads! We were actually quite bloated from the KFC lunch we had but then I definitely couldn't just watch the the Heroes Meal promotion fly by. So we talked over a sub, some cookies and a drink, costing four ninety. Stupid Erica trying to &lt;em&gt;gek &lt;/em&gt;me on friday. Haha must go with her sometime. Subway's just different without the people you always have it with. Does anyone not yet know that I have Subway twice a week, almost without fail? Well if you didn't, that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did some window shopping around AMK Hub. For a while I went around reminding myself that I have enough pairs of pumps to last me for life. Apparently when we entered Mondo, I dismissed it. I'm sorry I can't hold back when it comes to shopping, oops. Scouring for stuff in Fairprice Xtra with Claire was amusing, much. Pink irons, pink cutting boards, pink vacuum cleaners, and I almost wanted to look for pink washing machines. The whole place is so huge you could just keep walking over and over again and find things you never noticed. Certainly had fun today with a dear friend, aside the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow and jersey selection. The supplier from Sintien's coming down at 1 and he said the new designs were gorgeous. Can't wait! Pray all is well for training tomorrow, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I really really want now other than more double chocs? C4 GROUP OUTING OMGAHHHH! I miss that bunch of funloving people more than anything else. I'll be thinking about them when I'm cruising down the Nile in a few days time. See, how honourable. You're being honoured by Delaney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delaney liebe C4!&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, time for my &lt;em&gt;Essen. Auf wiedersehen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-3998857747324865336?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/3998857747324865336/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=3998857747324865336' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/3998857747324865336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/3998857747324865336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/studieren.html' title='Meister'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1KWJgjusvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cBaS7dAEEM0/s72-c/Prisoner+%23(045).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341943544576732449.post-7748701344227243024</id><published>2007-12-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:12:09.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinesisch</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for a pessimist, im rather optimistic says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ask you ar, for chinese right, er, we have to do both questions&lt;br /&gt;for both questions for paper 1 part 1 isit? (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delaney, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delaney, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really ah? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delaney, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dno leh. but most prob I won't. heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delaney, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will just pick one each.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for a pessimist, im rather optimistic says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right, got it. ignorance is bliss anyways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man! I'd like to thank Huixian for that enlightenment. Ignorance &lt;strong&gt;IS &lt;/strong&gt;bliss. Three posts in one day dudes, awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-7748701344227243024?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/7748701344227243024/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=7748701344227243024' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/7748701344227243024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/7748701344227243024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-pessimist-im-rather-optimistic-says.html' title='Chinesisch'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-2971985682339516320</id><published>2007-12-01T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:53:23.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Einkaufszentrum</title><content type='html'>Back from a productive trip to the mall - according to my mum, and I have to agree! Okay, here we go, presenting to you, aftermath of retail therapy at Junction 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1F9fAjusrI/AAAAAAAAACY/c4GO84ziM9Q/s1600-R/Prisoner+%23(043).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139026621485724338" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="102" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1F9fAjusrI/AAAAAAAAACY/Zko5qe97r04/s200/Prisoner+%23(043).jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1F9ywjussI/AAAAAAAAACg/ef-lTQ6IcoQ/s1600-R/Prisoner+%23(044).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139026960788140738" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="102" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1F9ywjussI/AAAAAAAAACg/YGA3251m0TU/s200/Prisoner+%23(044).jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The converse sneakers are downstairs, forget that. Love the fab dress and black bermudas from Outfitter Girl. Great buy, totally :) &amp;amp;Collected my Ted Baker shades! I'm so happy. You know this morning the first thing I said to my sis after I woke up was "I wanna go shopping." There, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1F_GgjustI/AAAAAAAAACo/dUWMm2cFkIQ/s1600-R/Prisoner+%23(042).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1GDNAjusuI/AAAAAAAAACw/bZhdUh7aw5c/s1600-R/Prisoner+%23(042).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139032909317845730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" height="85" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1GDNAjusuI/AAAAAAAAACw/1dGf8x3xiw8/s200/Prisoner+%23(042).jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;these&lt;/strong&gt; are the official brainchilds of SNTT. We've been working on them for the past week. As you can see, those oddly-shaped balls are all soooo cute. Yay. We've got to get ready &lt;u&gt;thousands&lt;/u&gt; of them for the fair next year, aw man. Haha okay sorry I was exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny's feeling glad &amp;amp;listening to KAT-TUN right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-2971985682339516320?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/2971985682339516320/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=2971985682339516320' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/2971985682339516320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/2971985682339516320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/einkaufszentrum.html' title='Einkaufszentrum'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R1F9fAjusrI/AAAAAAAAACY/Zko5qe97r04/s72-c/Prisoner+%23(043).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341943544576732449.post-9141288917264404411</id><published>2007-12-01T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:20:43.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilkommen, Dezember!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Es ist Dezember und ich bin glücklich, weil Weihnachten bald kommt! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I've got to be kidding. I seriously can't be happy right now. No doubt, I'll be waiting for my &lt;em&gt;Weiβes Weihnachten, it's got to be pretty this year &lt;&lt;/em&gt;3 but I'm like leaving a whole lot of things undone like the final preps of Orientation Fair when I leave for Cairo on the fourth, where on mother earth is Mr. Tan &gt;:/ I haven't settled claims either, and selection of jerseys, taking sizes, being concerned about DSAs, the list goes on to infinity. &amp;amp;If you actually know how disorganised I am, please wish me luck. Omgh Pray I don't actually die under the workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I'm missing a total of FOUR FRIGGIN TRAININGS. I'm losing my spins already and my forehands are rather screwed right now. Thanks a lot man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCA aside&lt;/strong&gt;, There's still homework, tests,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;CIP. Hell, I've only got 27.5 hours for goodness sake. Somebody dial for an ambulance. ): I'll be sent to the ICU and be cringing on the bed 24hours, munching on subway cookies (if possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay had I known blogging about my&lt;em&gt; Dezember&lt;/em&gt; would be so distressing, I wouldn't touch on it at all. It just happens that there was the every first-of-the-even-month chime at noon and I can't help but think of my Weihnachten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Auf wiedersehen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-9141288917264404411?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/9141288917264404411/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=9141288917264404411' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/9141288917264404411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/9141288917264404411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/12/wilkommen-dezember.html' title='Wilkommen, Dezember!'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-4696119792625280109</id><published>2007-11-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:02:07.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eins, Zwei, Drei</title><content type='html'>Gosh KAT-TUN's "Keep the Faith" is really good, well at least better than their previous songs. It's catchy, I like! I haven't been keeping up with their releases though, 'cause I didn't like Signal. Glad they used it for Yukan Club. By the way, I'm still waiting for Episode 6! Why is it so friggin slowwww. I need my daily dose of Akanishi Jin! &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, and anyone seconds the opinion of me getting a tagboard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-4696119792625280109?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/4696119792625280109/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=4696119792625280109' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/4696119792625280109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/4696119792625280109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/11/eins-zwei-drei.html' title='Eins, Zwei, Drei'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-1336532523640224398</id><published>2007-11-30T08:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:03:50.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viel Spaβ!</title><content type='html'>Last night before I jumped off into Slumberland &lt;strong&gt;AT 10PM&lt;/strong&gt; I received an SMS, and I got so happy. You know straightaway after this summit, to be told that my DARLING TEAM has already gotten a lot done for Orientation Fair, I feel really glad. I don't know, I just can't put it in words. I probably slept with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I woke up this morning thinking of assembling at the MPH. What's worse was, I didn't even intend to wake up so early. My, this is so getting to me. I almost teared when I saw the paper with the well-wishes. Somehow things didn't feel so right today, and I screwed training up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those four days were just amazing. If I were to spell it out clearly, it wouldn't be enough. For your information, I'm really campsick right now. What had seemed dreadful to me a while ago turned out so much better. It was definitely a lot more glamorous than it's big name. (If you didn't know, it's the Legendary Leaders Summit) Camps somehow always end up like this but this one felt so special. Apologies if this is so anti-climax to my last post, I was pretty much dying over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day there was horror for me. &lt;em&gt;Okay, pause, first HALF of the day&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, nobody else was with me, and I felt like a loser. Well then after the introductory session I felt better I guess. Just about everybody was kinda in the same plight. All we had to do were to make friends, aye? &amp;amp; so C4 was formed, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping and bathing on the first day was plain uncomfortable. But then the days go by and it felt like a normal thing to do; bathing at campsite bathrooms and sleeping on wooden floors with the mozzies. That's what made it all the more worthwhile, enduring these together. Meals were the funniest, if I can say. &lt;em&gt;Achtung! &lt;/em&gt;Sitting opposite jokers can get you choked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was more outdoorsy. We went through the CRC but all I did was the broken bridge thingy, I feel hopeless man. Anyway, C4 was really great and all. Kayaking with Ivy was the blast! Hahah. She instigated a capsize but I was violently objecting to it. Then after much persuasion I decided to go for it and I realised nothing was really too difficult if you make the effort to try? We ended up doing it twice. Oh something really funny happened. We did a raftup and it sorta floated towards the mangrove. I, being the one at the end, &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt;-ed the branches first and apparently there were these small spiders that decided to hitch a ride on my kayak. Wth gross. Approximately 20 of them. You know, total desperation calls when you actually have to bear with it and sit in the spider-infested kayak for more than half an hour. Only thing was when we stood up I kept staring to see if the spiders would actually jump off, and that move seriously threatened me off the kayak. Ah, the only thing I didn't really like was abseiling. I was so afraid that I'd just let go of myself and fall flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day was interesting. They had us up at 4am thinking it was a fire drill. Then we realised it was a trail, and it was just you, trees and more trees. Okay at that time I wasn't really thinking of anything else, so I hope I didn't meet with anything :/ It was mostly the mud that freaked me out, simply cause &lt;strong&gt;I have no more socks left&lt;/strong&gt;. Alright then whole thing was over and we just went back to the campsite for more activities. There was a Fiesta in the evening and it was whole loads of fun, except I felt quite shagged already. It was an activity where you attach a piece of paper with your big name on it behind you and people get to write. So then there'll be surprises when you read those. How sweet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day was mainly farewell. It was hard to bid goodbye of course, but then we're really sure that we'd have an outing soon enough. When I stepped out of the campsite, I knew there was still a long way to go. It's only the beginning if I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C4's BOOM DYNAMITE! 'll miss you all,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALOT. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOKIES FOR C4!&lt;/strong&gt; (They're my favourite subway cookies.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R0_Vl0N1bwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wDm6dirGyzw/s1600-R/subway.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138560545501572866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="88" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R0_Vl0N1bwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q8BXPy_BMKc/s320/subway.bmp" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{According to alphabetical order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail, Amanda, Cheng Qian, Chi Kan, Cindy, Diyanah, Faiz, Gao Yang, Harrison, Jia Hui, Khairuz, Kymberly, Laura, Mei Qi, Qi Hao, Nathasha, Sam, Shikin, Sylvia, Tiara, &amp;amp;Coach Hsien Zhuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y'guys are love.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-1336532523640224398?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/1336532523640224398/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=1336532523640224398' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1336532523640224398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1336532523640224398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/11/viel-spa.html' title='Viel Spaβ!'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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/_efFYp-CsRUQ/R0_Vl0N1bwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q8BXPy_BMKc/s72-c/subway.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341943544576732449.post-7597141725100172646</id><published>2007-11-25T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:21:20.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuchen</title><content type='html'>It's a mere twelve hours to Summit. I feel quite dead already actually. Basically bare survival over the next four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right on a lighter note, this afternoon's &lt;em&gt;premade &lt;/em&gt;lemon cake we made turned out quite appetising after all. The rectangle one's been swept clean, courtesy of cousins and me. Forgot to take pictures of it. It looks so pretty 'cause I set the icing! It's okay, there's always the heart-shaped one to swoon over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Edit} &lt;em&gt;My sister cut up the heart-shaped one while I was at camp, D:&lt;&lt;/em&gt; {/Edit}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit pathetic having to use the premade kinds. It's like cheating! Oh man, and to think everyone thought I was all that. But of course, I did admit it came in a box and everything. I must go study some recipes if time permits. You know I ever dreamt of opening cute delicatessen shops and I'll be wearing checkered aprons and sitting in the kitchen, passionately icing gingerbreadmen. Okay that's not exactly ambitious or whatever but it does sound appealing to someone &lt;em&gt;inambitious &lt;/em&gt;like me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I just spat out a whole paragraph on pastry. This is not good. I must have been staring at the computer for too long to say such things, and a whole chunk of it at that. My, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukan Club Episode 6, why are you so slow! Nande!!! I wanted to catch it before I'm off to four days of entertainment-less torture. &amp;amp;I have nothing else to watch since I have no intention to start on Hana Yori Dango. I haven't watched Oguri Shun in action for quite a while. Looking forward to the 08 release of Conan! It'd better be good for Shun's love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then. I should be off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-7597141725100172646?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/7597141725100172646/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=7597141725100172646' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/7597141725100172646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/7597141725100172646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/11/kuchen.html' title='Kuchen'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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-5341943544576732449.post-1309405476341976983</id><published>2007-11-25T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:20:32.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guten Tag.</title><content type='html'>Blogger's being so fussy about the codes, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've shifted! So it took you 10 secs to realise? Haha whatever. I'm still keeping my lovesiege though, half of my blogging life, impossible to waste away. My creative juices are just too restricted that I need to code out something, otherwise they'll just go extinct and never return. That's a very sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summit's tomorrow, crap. My bag's half-packed, and I'm feeling grossly wasted. Well, my holiday is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post on friday I think. Can't wait to be back for training and everything. Besides, I'm not exactly in the mood to blog. Today's horrible and roasting. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5341943544576732449-1309405476341976983?l=d-ecadence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/feeds/1309405476341976983/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5341943544576732449&amp;postID=1309405476341976983' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1309405476341976983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341943544576732449/posts/default/1309405476341976983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-ecadence.blogspot.com/2007/11/away-with-winds.html' title='Guten Tag.'/><author><name>Delaney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01785975408008869856</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>
