<?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-5541092</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:32:34.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A life TOO ordinary..</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the story of a girl who fell from the top of the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>822</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7131039388283983153</id><published>2011-12-01T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:25:52.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><summary type='text'>It's another semester, another cycle in the office. Nothing much has changed really. I feel equally unsure, equally lacking, equally inadequate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7131039388283983153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7131039388283983153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#7131039388283983153' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-6307553910687142046</id><published>2011-08-21T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:36:27.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you had curry today?</title><summary type='text'>I did! So did many of my friends!It's funny how curry has serendiptously become a national dish overnight.Much as I would like to think I am open to immigrants, I begin to realise that I have become rather xenophobic of late. It makes me guilty when I think of my Chinese friends who are very nice and kind people. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/6307553910687142046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/6307553910687142046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#6307553910687142046' title='Have you had curry today?'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-6644383893697181190</id><published>2011-07-24T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:01:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Amy</title><summary type='text'>It's such a pity, isn't it? Such a talent, such a troubled soul.I was waiting for your next album, I loved Frank and Back to Black. And I paid for them. And I was hoping to pay for your new album soon.Rest In Peace Amy. May you get rest finally.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/6644383893697181190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/6644383893697181190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#6644383893697181190' title='A tribute to Amy'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3729112989283706941</id><published>2011-06-28T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:18:57.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, ignorance can be a bliss</title><summary type='text'>I used to wonder when I was younger how it felt like to lose one's mind; what it takes for someone to abandon all logic, rationality, self-consciousness and enter into a totally detached state of mind (if there is one to start with). I used to ponder and concluded that it is a deliberate, conscious attempt to escape reality.Perhaps it is. But it is definitely not conscious.I think about the dark </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3729112989283706941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3729112989283706941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#3729112989283706941' title='Sometimes, ignorance can be a bliss'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-323624298946960024</id><published>2011-06-20T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:53:10.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New  Game</title><summary type='text'>I am totally obssessed with the new game Donutto introduced!!In other news, Sunday at the Charity Fun Day was fun but tiring. My thigh muscles are aching with all the flipping that went on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/323624298946960024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/323624298946960024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#323624298946960024' title='New  Game'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-4989486236961629050</id><published>2011-06-16T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:38:09.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more try..</title><summary type='text'>I've decided to hang on in there a little and give it one final try. There is inevitable dilemma. Chances are I may never have the same opportunity to meet such nice people again. Chances are I will be kicking myself 2 months down the road. Oh well. Chances are..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4989486236961629050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4989486236961629050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#4989486236961629050' title='One more try..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8105915944289006511</id><published>2011-06-07T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:09:18.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tug-of-war</title><summary type='text'>I have been assessing my current situation quite a bit and I am not sure if I like the way things are now. There is just something not quite right which I just can't seem to pin point. Perhaps there is simply no value on both sides which is why I have been feeling so empty. But I do hope to give it another go, just that the morale just dimishes faster that I could imagine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8105915944289006511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8105915944289006511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#8105915944289006511' title='Tug-of-war'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7358842196395093087</id><published>2011-06-03T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:06:58.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hiatus</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been able to blog for the longest time because everything seem, or rather, IS mundane and there isn't much to talk about. Some people in the office are the coolest and a couple are simply a pain(in the A). I am still quite debating whether it's time I want out. There are things pulling me on both sides. I think the pain can be quite a big issue. Exam was quite a bitch and my hopes to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7358842196395093087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7358842196395093087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#7358842196395093087' title='The hiatus'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3861728863187185078</id><published>2011-03-30T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:37:59.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bugging issues</title><summary type='text'>I am not too comfortable with the amounts of rants on how the country is and should be run lately. I am not exactly pro- status quo, but neither am I against them. Does that make me a doormat? I firmly believe that unless I can make a constructive contribution, I would rather not keep my mouth shut and let people who actually bother to try (or at least pretending to try) do their work. I feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3861728863187185078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3861728863187185078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#3861728863187185078' title='The bugging issues'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-9132279267549212229</id><published>2011-03-26T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:21:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point of Stagnancy</title><summary type='text'>It happens every semester, as if nothing is moving, but everything else is piling up. And I start to wonder why can't I be smarter, healthier, wealthier, luckier, happier?  I should be wiser than that. I should be grateful. In other news, the Silliest is in town and had the bubble T (gong cha). And popcorn. And the best cousin. Hur hur. Stefanie Sun's new album is cool. I am at track 4, so far so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/9132279267549212229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/9132279267549212229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#9132279267549212229' title='Point of Stagnancy'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-4377633507066229614</id><published>2011-03-02T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:18:30.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These trying times..</title><summary type='text'>It has been the worst 2 weeks of my working life and it is not over yet. I am really tired..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4377633507066229614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4377633507066229614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#4377633507066229614' title='These trying times..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-4783575190269215379</id><published>2010-12-31T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:21:18.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I been good?</title><summary type='text'>It's been a year of gains and losses. A year of growing up. A year of realisation that life has not and never will be the fairytale I had assumed to be. A year of angst, a year of help, a year of desperation, a year of disappointments.. It has also been a year of love, a year of support, a year of true friendship.Yes, Someone is watching over, but just not as frequent as I hoped for. I probably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4783575190269215379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4783575190269215379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#4783575190269215379' title='Have I been good?'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5178512136098667147</id><published>2010-12-17T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:27:47.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived..</title><summary type='text'>The week has been crazy and traumatizing that I wonder how I managed to survive the 14 hour workday week and a closed book research module altogether. In retrospect, the ordeal made everyone closer in a way and what doesn't break you makes you stronger, I think.I am just so, so, so, so happy that the week is finally over that I am suddenly at loss (though I know there are many many many many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5178512136098667147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5178512136098667147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#5178512136098667147' title='I survived..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5157964143992704411</id><published>2010-12-01T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:44:56.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and the choices we choose to make..</title><summary type='text'>"There's always a choice" and so that's what they say. When the going gets tough, we can choose to face it or simply walk away. There will always be a choice, but no one says it's going to be easy.I have been deliberating for the past couple of months on throwing the white flag and walk away. It is a tough decision and I am still undecided. Yes, I have a choice, in fact, many tough choices. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5157964143992704411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5157964143992704411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#5157964143992704411' title='Life and the choices we choose to make..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7784771951355686346</id><published>2010-11-15T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:51:51.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for..</title><summary type='text'>METhe me who was confident, ignorant I was, but never self-doubtedThe me who was carefree, broke as I was, but never worried The me who was collected, weary as I was, but was never dauntedHave you seen her lately?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7784771951355686346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7784771951355686346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#7784771951355686346' title='Looking for..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/TOFCOIxOgDI/AAAAAAAAHIg/5QEF1bzk8A8/s72-c/searching-for-info.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-2978459337129622940</id><published>2010-11-10T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:56:04.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being vigilant..</title><summary type='text'>XXX says:Eh ur neighbourhood got slashin lehPatrick Sputnik Starr. swimnsandals.com spree says:yeah loXXX says:U better dun anyhow stare at pple horSo dangerousPatrick Sputnik Starr. swimnsandals.com spree says:those siao ggii naaXXX says:Ya manzAnyhow slash onePatrick Sputnik Starr. swimnsandals.com spree says:must be copycats from the dt east casethey never say wat race oneden i noe who not to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2978459337129622940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2978459337129622940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#2978459337129622940' title='Being vigilant..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1544969095120321735</id><published>2010-10-25T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:30:23.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The office</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow's theme is GREEN. The folks have crazy fetish for making every 'event', however insignificant, an excuse for not-so-fancy dress party in the office. Which somehow makes thinsg slightly easier in the morning, since I only have to hunt down the most suitable attire for the theme, and that must have saved millions of brain cells.I can't still quite decide on my love-hate relationship with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1544969095120321735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1544969095120321735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#1544969095120321735' title='The office'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5153838233636183208</id><published>2010-10-20T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:57:30.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Of The A...</title><summary type='text'>I sent an email to the new Singapore Arts school to clarify some issues with regard to some stuffs I am/ have to handle at work in the pretty near future. The guy was not very nice, in fact he was rather rude. I hope he is not an acad staff. If he is, it makes me wonder about supposedly the Humility, Integrity, People- centred and Passion (HIP) values the school seems to propagate.HIP friend, HIP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5153838233636183208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5153838233636183208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#5153838233636183208' title='School Of The A...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8170143974922354735</id><published>2010-10-12T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:24:14.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I promise to be good..</title><summary type='text'>could you please return us all back to yesterday?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8170143974922354735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8170143974922354735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#8170143974922354735' title='If I promise to be good..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-4181831690510320693</id><published>2010-10-11T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:40:38.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'l' say thousands and thousands and thousands of little prayers for you..</title><summary type='text'>and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands more if that's what it takes..I'm not going anywhere, just call me when you need me ya? Just like how you were always there for me, I can do the same too!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4181831690510320693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4181831690510320693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#4181831690510320693' title='I&apos;l&apos; say thousands and thousands and thousands of little prayers for you..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-900023391458749929</id><published>2010-10-05T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:31:58.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive thinking</title><summary type='text'>SO what if ......... happen/ do not happen right? On a separate note. Do you realise how scary it is to be browsing photos of some friends to realise how unfamiliar the face has become? How foolishly you have slipped away from their lives? HOw distant it seems the memories?"I've lost some friends through death, others through the sheer inability to cross the street."I've made the 1st step to '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/900023391458749929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/900023391458749929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#900023391458749929' title='Positive thinking'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-9026286215108431989</id><published>2010-10-03T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:16:04.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPissed</title><summary type='text'> I officially hate YOG. The unthinkable has happened. *^%E&amp;&amp;^()*^%&amp;^!!!!I thought I was pissed when I had to pay an extra 70 cents for LRT system's screw up. This wins hands down man.*(&amp;^*%^$^#$$*&amp;^*&amp;(*&amp;*$#@#!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/9026286215108431989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/9026286215108431989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#9026286215108431989' title='iPissed'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/TKiOzIbxu0I/AAAAAAAAHII/Y7DMUTi2O_k/s72-c/exam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5548057421294552352</id><published>2010-09-26T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:58:15.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days..</title><summary type='text'>Would you remember your promise? Or do I just have to admit to my expensive mistake..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5548057421294552352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5548057421294552352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#5548057421294552352' title='2 more days..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-6141381320551646196</id><published>2010-09-18T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T22:17:17.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year (or so) on...</title><summary type='text'> I fell, I hurt, I still do.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/6141381320551646196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/6141381320551646196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#6141381320551646196' title='A year (or so) on...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/TJTJMyA3FFI/AAAAAAAAHH8/ey2pXl5HYpA/s72-c/DSC01336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8142381628905868464</id><published>2010-09-12T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:28:00.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iWait</title><summary type='text'>There's been a rather urgent need to get a new phone as the current one has served me well and has been sending signals on its intention to retire. So it's the battle between the Andriod and the iPhone, the geek and the glam, the libertarian or the authoritarian (ok that's just me with media theories overload). I am pretty much undecided because each time I will be convinced that the other is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8142381628905868464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8142381628905868464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8142381628905868464' title='iWait'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-2068932958280873891</id><published>2010-09-08T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:40:13.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On 'couple' tours..</title><summary type='text'>XX needs retail therapy says:we can still share a bed leh.. i just need to in e middle can liao..Patrick Sputnik Starr wants the perfect phone. Glam vs Geek says:WAHLAUI can pay to sleep in a room myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2068932958280873891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2068932958280873891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#2068932958280873891' title='On &apos;couple&apos; tours..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3816843183517052872</id><published>2010-08-27T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:02:52.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily musings</title><summary type='text'>How to get to Dempsey...Hammerhead says:maybe we can tell her to get off the bus after she see tree #59</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3816843183517052872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3816843183517052872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#3816843183517052872' title='Daily musings'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-51754891974117292</id><published>2010-08-02T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:29:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnivoreyy</title><summary type='text'>Patrick Sputnik Starr. TGIF- 5/6 says:oh oki feel dis-satisfied from lunchlz says:wad u eatPatrick Sputnik Starr. TGIF- 5/6 says:rice with sweet n sour fish, curry vege and toufu'lz says:not meaty enuf?Patrick Sputnik Starr. TGIF- 5/6 says:yahwhahhaahu noe me!lz says:err ya u meat eaterPatrick Sputnik Starr. TGIF- 5/6 says:hur hur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/51754891974117292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/51754891974117292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#51754891974117292' title='Carnivoreyy'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-4532237306450069548</id><published>2010-07-28T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:36:35.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately..</title><summary type='text'>I've been busy at work learning new things everydayI've  been feeling very fatI've been feeling apprehensive about going back to schoolI've been troubled by a not-so-distant pastI've been feeling very poorI've been feeling frustrated with peopleI've been spending too much and lately, it's time to stop.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4532237306450069548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4532237306450069548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#4532237306450069548' title='Lately..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-2922867906669377973</id><published>2010-06-17T20:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:29:20.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pursuit of Happyness</title><summary type='text'>Before I start, I am not sure if I should even try to pen down these thoughts and if I eventually do, I am not sure if I should even publish it. Cos' I might not even know what I am talking about but I guess I just need to comment a lil' about what kind of conversations I've been having lately.It's been over a month since I moved to 'Destination Next". Over the 5 weeks or so and 2 pay cheques </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2922867906669377973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2922867906669377973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2922867906669377973' title='The pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3143980423868711137</id><published>2010-05-18T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:37:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The irony of things..</title><summary type='text'>It's one of those I-am-exhausted-but-I-can't-sleep nights. I planned to sleep at 9 but it's almost 11 already. OH well.Work's been busy with tonnes and tonnes of new things flooding my desk and email box everyday (yes but I am only facebooking while waiting for things to load or resting), leaving me with no choice but not to leave on the dot. And I am NOT complaining. In fact, I am enjoying every</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3143980423868711137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3143980423868711137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#3143980423868711137' title='The irony of things..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1465611255332536408</id><published>2010-05-15T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:30:51.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past week..</title><summary type='text'>The past week has been nothing short of adventures and shocks. I have embarked on a new journey which has been by far unusual but not unpleasant. Still looking forward to more to come!Ah Boy was in town with TW on Wednesday and I brought them to one of my favourite lair for a nice Hainanese- Russian meal. It was good and I am so glad they enjoyed the meal thoroughly like me. Perhaps I would bring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1465611255332536408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1465611255332536408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#1465611255332536408' title='The past week..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1020843151373956241</id><published>2010-05-03T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:56:41.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have passion, be involved, challenge yourself..</title><summary type='text'>2009 was not a good year. While it is impossible to erase, I suppose the best I could do is to make 2010 a much better one. And so I decided that 2010 is a year of change. A year I find something I am truly passionate about, to be involved in something meaningful and challenge myself to reach greater heights. Things are looking good so far. I've accomplished 2 challenges; by leaving my comfort </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1020843151373956241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1020843151373956241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#1020843151373956241' title='Have passion, be involved, challenge yourself..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7024933285773467897</id><published>2010-04-23T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:14:47.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>42 months in 15 (small) bags...</title><summary type='text'>I have officially ended my 42 months (and 1 week) relationship with the office and will be moving on to the unknown. Packing brought back many memories and sometimes made me pause to think how much I will miss this relationship.Looking back, I am really grateful for all the people I met along the way (crazy ones not included). Despite my horrendous temper, wicked sense of humour, negative </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7024933285773467897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7024933285773467897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7024933285773467897' title='42 months in 15 (small) bags...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8845446331029618036</id><published>2010-04-12T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:15:45.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult 101 Lesson 1: Taxes</title><summary type='text'>Erin says:i feel like quitting my job without a jobbut seeing my income tax earning, i think i should look for a job first before quittingPatrick Sputnik Starr. ZooWeMaMaa! says:hahahhaErin says:yeah or else next year i'd still be low-income groupPatrick Sputnik Starr. ZooWeMaMaa! says:whahahahahahahaanot so bad la</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8845446331029618036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8845446331029618036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8845446331029618036' title='Adult 101 Lesson 1: Taxes'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3847047571979480073</id><published>2010-04-04T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:00:25.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><summary type='text'>Eat, drink and be merry!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3847047571979480073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3847047571979480073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#3847047571979480073' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1726743842707289136</id><published>2010-03-31T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:50:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions are meant to be made..</title><summary type='text'>I hope it's the right one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1726743842707289136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1726743842707289136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1726743842707289136' title='Decisions are meant to be made..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-2229745735306102817</id><published>2010-03-20T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:52:22.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><summary type='text'>Kings of Convenience and Placebo had their gigs on the red dot last week or so. I am extremely sad. No prize for guessing why.Diary of a wimpy kid is out! I am going to watch Greg and Rowley!Crocs sale on 24th to 26th. It's been a year. You prolly forgot. I wish I could.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2229745735306102817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2229745735306102817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2229745735306102817' title='Random'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5750989479189554480</id><published>2010-03-07T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:34:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're beautiful..</title><summary type='text'>because you are not afraid to be who you are..because you are not afraid to fight for what you want..because you are not afraid to speak your mind..because you are strong, and you are inspirational.I had a great time at Kumar's show last night. Thank you for showing  strength, courage and positivity that have gone missing for a while.Yep, it was hell of a show! I definitely look forward to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5750989479189554480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5750989479189554480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5750989479189554480' title='You&apos;re beautiful..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1277549572705313608</id><published>2010-03-03T12:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:37:35.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour coded pills...</title><summary type='text'>Patrick Starr. says:i think u secretly wan my penUnis: hai photoshop... can't figure it says:&lt;/&gt;no la u secretly want to give the pen to me ritePatrick Starr. says:pls lo.. why wud i wna to give u my favouritest pen in the world?!u r delusionalu shud seek helpUnis: hai photoshop... can't figure it says:i am not delusional dun call me delusionalPatrick Starr. says:u forgot your pills again right..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1277549572705313608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1277549572705313608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1277549572705313608' title='Colour coded pills...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1511526113872861409</id><published>2010-03-01T08:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:24:25.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy End of Chinese New Year!</title><summary type='text'>It's officially the end of Chinese New Year and I am celebrating it with an all black outfit today. And it's also time to open all the angbaos and stash them under the bed. It is also time to remove the 2 office 'kam (chinese orange)' from the workdesk and bring them home to eat (if applicable). Have a great chinese year ahead!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1511526113872861409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1511526113872861409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1511526113872861409' title='Happy End of Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-780730193188665762</id><published>2010-02-26T22:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:29:41.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>米修米修。。。</title><summary type='text'>I hate the voices I have to hear, the people I have to face, the things I have to tolerate every fucking day. I am very jaded. The PMS is making me pretty angry and emotional while the last chemo is making me sick all the time. And it's the same shitty cycle.If you know me well enough, you would know I do not like to talk about the seriously unpleasant stuffs of my life because I think we all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/780730193188665762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/780730193188665762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#780730193188665762' title='米修米修。。。'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7613777692246092989</id><published>2010-02-17T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:16:50.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashes to ashes..</title><summary type='text'>It's ash Wednesday once again and while in mass, I thought of a friend who might be interested in detoxing again.Of course that is not the main point of Lent. It's about being a better person I guess and be reminded that we are fundamentally ashes. There are many thoughts in my head but it is simply not me to preach about my religion. I am just glad that I am where I am today and grateful for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7613777692246092989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7613777692246092989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7613777692246092989' title='Ashes to ashes..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8782967820659319856</id><published>2010-02-17T13:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:31:10.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just shut up!</title><summary type='text'>How do you tell someone nicely not to interrupt your conversations and colonize them, in whatever context. It is VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY irritating and I don't care what are your intentions, it just irks me to no end!!!!! Me is very unhappy.SHUT UP you blabbermouth!!! Go and get some basic etiquette education you.. you.. bumpkin!!!!*phew*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8782967820659319856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8782967820659319856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#8782967820659319856' title='Just shut up!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-913298833792131672</id><published>2010-02-16T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:13:47.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you..</title><summary type='text'>find the gentlest way to tell someone that you do not like to be judged and thinks that double standards kills your friendship?tell someone you love her, knowing that you should have done so many, many years ago?not hurt yourself by recollecting something that is harmful to the heart?not assume that the liaison between 2 someones was not a betrayal?It's a holiday with loads of emotions. The joy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/913298833792131672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/913298833792131672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#913298833792131672' title='How do you..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1010764551823478175</id><published>2010-02-14T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:09:48.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>虎年行大运!</title><summary type='text'>祝大家心想事成，天天幸福， 健康快乐!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1010764551823478175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1010764551823478175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1010764551823478175' title='虎年行大运!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-2952288301734248747</id><published>2010-02-10T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:31:51.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I resisted Facebook..</title><summary type='text'>Most friends would know that for the longest of time I had resisted Facebook. In fact, I resisted Facebook when it even landed in Singapore, when Jeryl was in US.Knowing it's another Friendster, and probably worse (and I am absolutely right about it), I vowed never to sign up for Facebook. Until unbimbo signed up for me during the dark age and I succumbed to 'peer pressure'.So the daily routine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2952288301734248747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2952288301734248747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2952288301734248747' title='Why I resisted Facebook..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8327562858770550905</id><published>2010-02-08T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:58:19.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lu Luuuuu~~ I love youuuuuu</title><summary type='text'>Patrick Starr. says:i m so determined to do my forms tmrluluuu says:i'll blame the fengshui of my seat n my untidy desk n environemnt to make me scatter brainhahahahahahahahahahahaPatrick Starr. says:hahahahluluuu says:u delete facebook frm ur pc u will dou wan me to help udeletePatrick Starr. says:wahahhahahhahatmr we will delet each other'sluluu says:dowani delete ur one can liaoDuring lunch...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8327562858770550905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8327562858770550905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#8327562858770550905' title='Lu Luuuuu~~ I love youuuuuu'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3979695562001066768</id><published>2010-02-04T12:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:37:09.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>算命师的话。。。</title><summary type='text'>A couple of years ago when I was still in uni, we went to a fortune teller who set up a stall at the Bazaar. And something I vaguely remember:算命师: 你跟小孩子没有缘朋友：她很喜欢小孩子的算命师：那她可能是不会有自己的孩子 I don't know what triggered this memory, perhaps is the wedding I attended last Saturday... And Darian whom I baby-sat for a while at the wedding...Congratulations to Kevin and Gwyn, it was a beautiful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3979695562001066768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3979695562001066768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3979695562001066768' title='算命师的话。。。'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/S2pMS1MPmqI/AAAAAAAAHG0/J6oYoroUJ8c/s72-c/DSC01537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7823255701536160518</id><published>2010-02-03T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:43:38.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>珠光宝气</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7823255701536160518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7823255701536160518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7823255701536160518' title='珠光宝气'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-946965045989705953</id><published>2010-02-02T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:15:49.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men..</title><summary type='text'>Patrick Starr. says:start work oredy?Garry: eatslpworkeatslpworkeatslpwork says:yea .. since yestand i start work at 6.30am nowPatrick Starr. says:how come so early? den u goback at 4.30 issit?how is mrs tan?Garry: eatslpworkeatslpworkeatslpwork says:no la.. but do less OT lori wake up with her maher timingMrs Tan is as usual, whining about her jobhahaPatrick Starr. says:hahhaahmr tan pls work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/946965045989705953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/946965045989705953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#946965045989705953' title='Men..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7856331246278032164</id><published>2010-02-01T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:31:33.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchtime war</title><summary type='text'>A typical day having lunch at Mac...Mikey Mike (MM): pls lor, want to wear don't keep pulling (referring to a girl wearing a tube top)Uncle Ong (UO): I cannot understand why girls like to wear low cut top then keep pulling. ShootingEllie(SE): Maybe they don't notice is that low?UO: When they go out see the mirror they don't notice meh?SE: I don't check the mirror when I go outUO: That's cos' u </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7856331246278032164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7856331246278032164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7856331246278032164' title='Lunchtime war'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7300530871139875737</id><published>2010-01-29T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:17:27.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings or no wings?</title><summary type='text'>Patrick Starr. says:all 1 formUnis: wah lao everything due on 1st Feb.. says:updating the website now so can be launched on sunPatrick Starr. says:hahahaok thanks huh...i give you a sofy pad with wingshahahhahaUnis: wah lao everything due on 1st Feb.. says:wah lao cheapo i rather get an apple ipad without wingsPatrick Starr. says:dat one u can get.. with your own moolahi can oni afford sofy with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7300530871139875737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7300530871139875737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7300530871139875737' title='Wings or no wings?'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8347931781860512644</id><published>2010-01-26T08:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:05:30.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donut says the darnest things...</title><summary type='text'>I love my Donut, she never fails to brighten my day...Erin says:collide with another ab**and they caused jamTMDcost me $22 cab fareusually only around $10Patrick Starr. says:WAH..that is alot!!!Erin says:yea lah!so angrythen since stuck in the jam, me and driver got nothing to doso we exchanged hp ringtonePatrick Starr. says:whahahhahahhahahahahahhaahu r a very unique personhe n'er giv u discount</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8347931781860512644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8347931781860512644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8347931781860512644' title='Donut says the darnest things...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-999276307512315539</id><published>2010-01-22T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:55:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora Box</title><summary type='text'>What do you do with pictures you can't bear to throw..and can't bear to look at anymore?I was looking for my Melbs photos which I remember loading on to the PC yesterday (and they went missing and I guess I have to load it on laptop over the weekend, if there's time and if I remember) and stumbled across some not-so-distant photos that reminded me of a not-so-distant memory that I was trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/999276307512315539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/999276307512315539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#999276307512315539' title='Pandora Box'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3218253837996693445</id><published>2010-01-14T15:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:08:01.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you happy now?(Random updates)</title><summary type='text'>Many things took place when I last blogged. I visit Silly at downunder and was fed too well. A very close friend of mine got married and was sort of involved in the event. It was a fun-filled day, like a bunch of kids doing the adult thing. Things are getting better both physically and mentally and many changes are taking place. I need to be more motivated to initiate more changes instead of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3218253837996693445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3218253837996693445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3218253837996693445' title='Are you happy now?(Random updates)'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5808754565026344814</id><published>2010-01-03T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:37:27.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost time..</title><summary type='text'>... to a (not exactly) brand new beginning.It's kind of worrying as I don't know how things will work out but I'm sure I get all the support from everyone around me.It's weird how I was sad to leave home for this break, and now I hope not having to return to reality.Thank God for all the blessings so far. I am very, very grateful..Just some housekeeping, exactly how many of you (yes all 5 of you,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5808754565026344814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5808754565026344814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5808754565026344814' title='Almost time..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3998450428040111584</id><published>2009-12-31T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:21:16.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>Just a customary post. Thank God for everything.It's 12.15am, Melbourne time, which is 3 hours ahead of home. I miss home!Have a great new year folks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3998450428040111584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3998450428040111584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3998450428040111584' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1435347951036216267</id><published>2009-12-30T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:53:20.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins unite</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how fast we grow up.. now we are talking about jobs and housing and marriage and stuffs. Me no like to think about such things. I don't want to grow up. I don't want things to change. I just want to be carefree like I used to. Baaaaaa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1435347951036216267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1435347951036216267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1435347951036216267' title='Cousins unite'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5084192823635566837</id><published>2009-12-30T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:39:05.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's burning!!</title><summary type='text'>Summer's here and so the shades and hat are my must-have items when heading out.Been pigging out everyday, i hope my jeans will still fit when I head home next week.Not much pictures taken since this is not the first time here anyway.Guess I should take a nap now.*yawns*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5084192823635566837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5084192823635566837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#5084192823635566837' title='It&apos;s burning!!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8171856451575069193</id><published>2009-12-27T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:31:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination next: Happiness</title><summary type='text'>Here I am, waiting for my flight in the lounge. Should I have another round of curry noodles? It smells gooodd.. Looking forward to more good food!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8171856451575069193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8171856451575069193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8171856451575069193' title='Destination next: Happiness'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5337656661224144519</id><published>2009-12-16T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:32:18.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you..</title><summary type='text'>be just an escape from my history?If only I could choose what to erase from memory..baaaaa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5337656661224144519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5337656661224144519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#5337656661224144519' title='Could you..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8124556525979258302</id><published>2009-12-13T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:45:48.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment is...</title><summary type='text'>...knowing you have recovered but will never be the same again.....knowing that it is ok to feel sad sometimes.....knowing that I have lots of love and is grateful Each day, I try to remain calm, remain hopeful, remain cheerful, remain strong...remain 'normal'.Each time I'm in a crowd, I try to be brave, be clear-minded, be less self-conscious...Love me.. talk to me..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8124556525979258302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8124556525979258302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8124556525979258302' title='Enlightenment is...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-2208819384688045721</id><published>2009-12-10T08:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:42:28.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The number gets bigger</title><summary type='text'>Reminds me of an old show, Blossom. She mopes on her birthday (as far as I could remember). Some people like to make a list of things they did/ accomplished the past year.So here it goes:- I got my heartbroken (It's not that bad just that I can't find a better word for it)- I got sick and went into coma (in case you were wondering what people get when they are in coma, it is very scary. It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2208819384688045721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2208819384688045721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2208819384688045721' title='The number gets bigger'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3457768860374861405</id><published>2009-12-08T16:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:21:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not alone</title><summary type='text'>It gets a little depressing when you seem like no one/ nothing can help you in getting out of this mental/psychology thing. I broke down again yesterday which totally shocked/ saddened the parents.I don't know, when I am 'relevant'/calm, it seems like the whole thing becomes ridiculous. Like what is so wrong with losing memory/ trembling/ depressed/ in a trance/ learning new things. Well, that is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3457768860374861405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3457768860374861405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3457768860374861405' title='I am not alone'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-748729820620958045</id><published>2009-12-03T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:50:31.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day!</title><summary type='text'>There are many things that made my day fantastic though I am in a trance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/748729820620958045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/748729820620958045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#748729820620958045' title='Good Day!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8823247404891330405</id><published>2009-12-01T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:28:03.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To go or not to go</title><summary type='text'>I am still assessing myself whether I am ready to make a trip to Melbs to stay with Silly for a while.There are times trivia issues affect me, but I guess it gets better everyday.It's weird to say this, but I actually enjoy coming to work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8823247404891330405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8823247404891330405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8823247404891330405' title='To go or not to go'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8873827159719497771</id><published>2009-11-21T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:51:05.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is a fruitful day~ My cousin gets married today and it's good to see the rest of extended family. We are going for the dinner later. Woot~!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8873827159719497771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8873827159719497771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8873827159719497771' title='Fruitful Day'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3102346654012462063</id><published>2009-11-17T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:49:25.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am recovering well.</title><summary type='text'>According to the laws of nature, positive attract positive. I am recovering well, thus this positive thought will receive the same vibe and ultimately the thought will realise. so friends, believe that I am recovering well. Very very well. And I will excel and be better than who I used to be. I'll be off to KL on 21st. It is a smooth and relaxing journey. The return journey is the same as well. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3102346654012462063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3102346654012462063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3102346654012462063' title='I am recovering well.'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-122986631895042942</id><published>2009-11-10T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:14:51.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better...</title><summary type='text'>It will be better with each day passing. Nevermind the crashed desktop, nevermind the starting from scratch, nevermind, nevermind.I have appointments like:11th Nov- Spring cleaning12th Nov- Wedding dinner15th Nov- 'sisters' meeting21st Nov- Yun Lee's Wedding24th Nov- Return from KL First Coach and blood test at Novena25th Nov- 8 hour treatment at B1B3rd May- B1B10th May- B1BI guess everyone has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/122986631895042942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/122986631895042942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#122986631895042942' title='Better...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3941859301429729189</id><published>2009-11-06T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:48:07.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No good</title><summary type='text'>It will get better tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3941859301429729189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3941859301429729189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3941859301429729189' title='No good'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5756255678963390667</id><published>2009-11-03T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:52:04.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 1st dates...</title><summary type='text'>Now I know how they came  up with the script.. Meh.Anyway, I am beginning to believe that this whole bad economy thing is a scam plotted by the government to make us work harder and longer. With 5 seconds, across 3 lanes of road, I actually spotted 4 BMWs. Right. What happened to Cherry QQ and Proton Sagas? or public transport? (which is also expensive, by the way)Now I am more depressed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5756255678963390667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5756255678963390667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5756255678963390667' title='50 1st dates...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3349618819761182517</id><published>2009-11-02T09:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:39:01.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saturday..</title><summary type='text'>that Momo shamelessly insisted on going to Kim Gary and ignored my request to go White Dog Cafe and catch a movie. We went to Minds Cafe and had fun nonetheless. I think it's a big set up by them to laugh at me and remind me about the Colin incident. I so wanted to die. Woe is me! I seriously believe that when I said those words I was conscious but meant it as a joke. I think my friends lack some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3349618819761182517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3349618819761182517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3349618819761182517' title='The Saturday..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/Su5RJ-lahwI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/A_rFN0mJmBA/s72-c/DSC01413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5840044354664810613</id><published>2009-10-26T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:12:45.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter ego</title><summary type='text'>I am beginning to wonder what is the real me. Am I pretending to be who I am previously or am I pretending who I am now.The eye test today went well. Tomorrow to RAI. 11.35am.I've been sleeping for 8 hours everyday, and nothing beyond 8.This serves as my reminder for upcoming events.Meeting 'client' on Thur/ FriMeeting 'Angela Lim' on Saturday after Jovene Tan.Settle:School feesOutreach claims</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5840044354664810613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5840044354664810613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5840044354664810613' title='Alter ego'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8796043534979756128</id><published>2009-10-15T08:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:59:24.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost back..</title><summary type='text'>Most of my closest friends would have known that Lupus gave me a one-way ticket trip to Heaven's gates and  I made a U-turn, if not for my family and friends who refused to let me give up. Thank you for all the cheers, the encouragement, the food, the magazines and not forgettting visiting me to hear myself hurl insults at you... I can never apologize and thank you enough.Of cos, my family is the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8796043534979756128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8796043534979756128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8796043534979756128' title='Almost back..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7973764912676224473</id><published>2009-10-14T07:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:00:46.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been...</title><summary type='text'>my closest friends and family would know what had happened.. it was a tiring episode, not forgetting an expensive lesson learnt. I cross path with death and back. so for now, my work is disrupted, school is put on hold, and am trying to piece the various of my life together again. I strive never to be warded again. oh well, time to prepare for my treatment. Brain Fry!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7973764912676224473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7973764912676224473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7973764912676224473' title='It&apos;s been...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7497652349039084582</id><published>2009-09-08T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:01:54.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not lazy!!!</title><summary type='text'>I've been very tired lately. I need to sleep ALOT. I cannot walk for too far. Stairs can kill me. And it's not because I am lazy.And I apologize if I lose my patience. It's really a symtom for my condition. I am just sick. AGAIN. I am really not finding excuses.Anyway I realise that after a long period of time being sick and alone and sleepy, I tend to like to talk. Like verbal diarrhea. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7497652349039084582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7497652349039084582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7497652349039084582' title='I am not lazy!!!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1707404768763815662</id><published>2009-08-28T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:56:48.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot believe myself.</title><summary type='text'>I slept from 6.30pm to 7.00am yesterday. I just changed into my pyjamas and concuss in bed. That's how sleepy I was. Meh.In other news, there is a small sale at crocs, you can also check out the website but limted range tho. School's started and I just did a 15% worth of presentation. Hope I did it right tho. My lessons are from Mon to Wed, 6.30 to 9.30. Unless you want to pick me up for supper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1707404768763815662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1707404768763815662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1707404768763815662' title='I cannot believe myself.'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-2456615155995446766</id><published>2009-08-24T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:36:17.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment is...</title><summary type='text'>waking up one morning accepting things will never be the same ..no longer checking the phone for messages..accepting that things will have to end anyway...knowing it's time to move on...For what is worth, you made me happy and blissful; albeit for a short time.Baby, thank you very much, really.Still friends, I suppose?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2456615155995446766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2456615155995446766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2456615155995446766' title='Enlightenment is...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-6685307670539051279</id><published>2009-08-22T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:55:45.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The relatively long hiatus</title><summary type='text'>It's been 3 weeks since I last blogged and that's how long I've been sick. Many unpleasant at work, health and relationship. I guess I just have to be thankful that I managed to retain my job and health.I guess I have lost you, haven't I? You won't there anymore, would you?Oh well, I think I've tried my best..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/6685307670539051279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/6685307670539051279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6685307670539051279' title='The relatively long hiatus'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5698369728559143148</id><published>2009-07-29T08:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:34:02.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's everybodeh?</title><summary type='text'>I've been very absent-minded lately as a result, I think I lost a couple of things at the hotel:My phone chargerDS LiteMeh. I hope I've just misplaced it somewhere at home and not lost them.Sadness.Other than that, life's been good. I guess blissful is the word.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5698369728559143148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5698369728559143148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5698369728559143148' title='How&apos;s everybodeh?'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-2892756604098662603</id><published>2009-07-12T12:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:38:33.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* 孙燕姿!</title><summary type='text'>It was a great concert! Thanks for so much entertainment. Though the glammed-up looks needs a little getting used to. Huiz and I had a great time screaming nonetheless. The only disappointment is that the concert started late (Singaporeans should learn to be more punctual, this is not a wedding dinner!!) and ended rather early. Miss Tan was rambling on and on about dimming the lights for the 1st </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2892756604098662603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2892756604098662603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2892756604098662603' title='I *heart* 孙燕姿!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SlltyUkQN8I/AAAAAAAAHCc/B52r1bpAniI/s72-c/DSC01278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-295576057065412645</id><published>2009-06-28T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:40:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon Me..</title><summary type='text'>I am happy. I truly am. But I can't help asking where I stand.I can't help worrying when this ride will end.I'm afraid things will simply slip away like sand.I am happy. I truly am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/295576057065412645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/295576057065412645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#295576057065412645' title='Pardon Me..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3842635185478763727</id><published>2009-06-26T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:28:06.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A world away..</title><summary type='text'>It's just 4 hours drive and I seem a world apart from you...I can't wait to be home again.. after a durian chendol.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3842635185478763727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3842635185478763727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3842635185478763727' title='A world away..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-6457949069532203748</id><published>2009-06-19T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:08:13.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Bangkok...</title><summary type='text'> I want to go Bangkok!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/6457949069532203748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/6457949069532203748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6457949069532203748' title='I miss Bangkok...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SjubTT7AvFI/AAAAAAAAD3o/yTSkMdFH57o/s72-c/DSC00835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3039724907560357047</id><published>2009-06-14T00:12:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:41:18.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You could but you wouldn't...</title><summary type='text'>Things are always ok until the red button is pushed and the recurring topic surfaces. I should be getting used to your constant reminders of how I will always be on your outside pretty soon. I'm not supposed to feel the hurt, it's afterall, my choice when the cards were laid right in front of me. There are some things that I should never ask when I don't know if I am ready for the answers. Some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3039724907560357047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3039724907560357047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3039724907560357047' title='You could but you wouldn&apos;t...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-4908674734389182016</id><published>2009-06-09T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:50:59.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Donut</title><summary type='text'>I paktor-ed with Donut yesterday at JP and told her a hilarious story of how someone had to trudge across the track barefoot. And she requested for the picture. So here it is my dear Donut. I hope it makes you day. I colored my hair over the weekend and I think I should be more clear about what I want the next time I do it again. While it is not exactly disastrous, the Muse was nice enough to say</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4908674734389182016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4908674734389182016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4908674734389182016' title='For Donut'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/Si2seF1PrNI/AAAAAAAAD3g/YIYuhKNZ_jY/s72-c/DSC01155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-2899804121653642305</id><published>2009-06-06T10:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:26:57.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>生日快乐！</title><summary type='text'>KL-Aug 2002Happy Birthday to one of my dearest friends who turns 2@ today!Though we have entered a different stage in life and we might not be catching up as often as we wish to, I know we will always be there for each other.Thank you for being a great friend, thank you for all the times you stood by me, whether I was right or wrong. (This is getting mushy and not quite our style. hurhur)Anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2899804121653642305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2899804121653642305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2899804121653642305' title='生日快乐！'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/Sip6I6iso1I/AAAAAAAAD3Q/UKfqR3mAKSk/s72-c/ling2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1165833041223129992</id><published>2009-06-04T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:29:18.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, man</title><summary type='text'>My Chinese sister 赵笨(well actually that's not her real name) brought me to the movies last night to watch I love you Man. There was a write-up on this movie in TIME magazine a few months back but I didn't think much of it; since there was no big cast or cute lead. Anyhoos, since it's a free movie and I don't mind watching it, I tagged along.It is freaking hilarious. Go catch it if you can!In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1165833041223129992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1165833041223129992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1165833041223129992' title='I love you, man'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-9138218879091189738</id><published>2009-06-02T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:32:57.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a dear friend..</title><summary type='text'>If I've unknowingly become your source of unhappiness, I would really like to know how to make things the way they were again. You are not good at acting and your displeasure is weaved all over your actions and words. If it's me, I am really sorry ok.. In case I am over-sensitive and it's not me, please share your unhappiness with me. I am just a phonecall away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/9138218879091189738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/9138218879091189738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#9138218879091189738' title='To a dear friend..'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-2522483819537904072</id><published>2009-06-01T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:09:34.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>To the only man in the world who will love me unconditionally (and I don't mean Wenwei, who happens to have the same birthday). Happy birthday to the man who gave up smoking cos' I was asthmatic, bought me the life-sized doll despite his wife's extreme displeasure(and fear), gave me freedom and support even when he has doubts.Happy birthday Daddy!Oh and by the way, Happy birthday Wenwei aka THE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2522483819537904072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/2522483819537904072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2522483819537904072' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-7490902836734742057</id><published>2009-05-30T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:58:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things hit rock bottom...</title><summary type='text'>It can only get better.I have faith. So must you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7490902836734742057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/7490902836734742057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7490902836734742057' title='When things hit rock bottom...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-3648311758453692959</id><published>2009-05-27T19:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:55:15.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things will be fine if it's right...</title><summary type='text'>The past week had been a roller coaster ride. The high times were always followed by the very low. I think I enjoy hovering around the danger zone. I've decided to just chill and see where the ride leads to. No commitments, no obligations, no expectations. Let's just chill.Work has been okaee. I made an overnight trip to KL for work and managed to meet up with the family. My watermelon boy is sho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3648311758453692959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/3648311758453692959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3648311758453692959' title='Things will be fine if it&apos;s right...'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/Sh3nntSb22I/AAAAAAAAD2o/vOztf282oEg/s72-c/DSC01139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8269760539930733461</id><published>2009-05-22T08:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:03:38.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall to pieces</title><summary type='text'>我发现最大的失败，不是比不上对手，而是输给了自己。I'm sorry if I am behaving like a spoilt brat who can't get her toy. I just thought somethings are worth fighting for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8269760539930733461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8269760539930733461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8269760539930733461' title='Fall to pieces'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8293322610516123477</id><published>2009-05-17T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:42:03.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity cost</title><summary type='text'>Patrick Star turns into a stone! says:ask me if i wan to buy coachPatrick Star turns into a stone! says:arggggh!!!lz says:wahlz says:ermlz says:no need so many bagslz says:u buy the eye cream more worthPatrick Star turns into a stone! says:lz says:u can buy like 20 eye creamlz says:10 yr supply (if u 6 mth use finish 1)Patrick Star turns into a stone! says:hahahahahahahahahahahaPatrick Star turns</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8293322610516123477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8293322610516123477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8293322610516123477' title='Opportunity cost'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-8933848108339022839</id><published>2009-05-16T18:52:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:51:07.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind &amp; Erase</title><summary type='text'>The pair of Angels on my back failed to remind me how scary things can be if I ever get myself into another complicating situation like this again. There isn't enough RAM on my brain to process all the things happening to the heart recently. I think the brain got fried and I have once again managed to mess things up at 5.30am on a supposedly beautiful Saturday morning.Bumming around in bed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8933848108339022839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/8933848108339022839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8933848108339022839' title='Rewind &amp; Erase'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-4433805838535098008</id><published>2009-05-14T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:23:45.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindfuck</title><summary type='text'>I have a bad habit of allowing people to screw my mind upside-down and to make things worse, I actually indulge in it. Simply, I have the worsest habit of mindfucking myself. Which is what happened today, and probably tomorrow, and probably the next few weeks to come, depending how merciful the 'people' is to me and how merciful I am to myself.Some people just never learn. CMI!I cab't believe I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4433805838535098008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/4433805838535098008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4433805838535098008' title='Mindfuck'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-1713945212299411679</id><published>2009-05-12T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:03:26.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>It's someone's birthday but I just cannot remember who. So whoever you are, Happy Birthday yeah! (and you can drop me a note to say is you). HUR HUR.In other news, I keep sending messages to wrong people. Horrigible!!!!I must be getting stale. MEH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1713945212299411679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/1713945212299411679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1713945212299411679' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-44112859473869500</id><published>2009-05-11T22:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:23:41.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful weekend</title><summary type='text'>My Donut!! It was Donut's last day as a temp at the office and we decided to have a nice farewell for her at Sunset way. We went for steamboat and for the 2nd time in a row, I lausai-ed! I never want to eat there EVER again! NABEH.  Vain Ah Boy 干妈 and her real son, Vain Ah Boy. 我爱的人 and LZAfterwhich we headed for:ICE CREAM!!! Thanks to 干妈 for her treat! Yummilicious~Then on Saturday, Donut and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/44112859473869500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/44112859473869500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#44112859473869500' title='Eventful weekend'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/Sgg-So1kqsI/AAAAAAAADvk/4s3BHEEppVc/s72-c/DSC01094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541092.post-5235944203894631175</id><published>2009-05-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:40:26.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my luck?</title><summary type='text'>Patrick Starr. Shlomo aykano itayk? says:ah boy!terence. says:hey hey!Patrick Starr. Shlomo aykano itayk? says:did u lausai last night?terence. says:nopeterence. says:but dis morning i had just a businessterence. says:hahahaterence. says:heard from ERin u and chris had lausaiPatrick Starr. Shlomo aykano itayk? says:me n my boyfren both had diarrheaPatrick Starr. Shlomo aykano itayk? says:ya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5235944203894631175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541092/posts/default/5235944203894631175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shootingellie.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5235944203894631175' title='Just my luck?'/><author><name>Ellie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8f3oOk91HCY/SJMvpxVnWVI/AAAAAAAAAfY/83sjG5FJda4/S220/DSC00361.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
