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  <updated>2009-11-01T15:34:29Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:8584</id>
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    <title>jarls @ 2009-11-01T23:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-01T15:34:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T15:34:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>you belong with me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">omg. i am so busy, and my life is so messed up that i haven't gotten time to get a pet, or announce tt i will be getting a new pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is me announcing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MUM&amp;nbsp;SAYS&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;CAN&amp;nbsp;GET&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;DOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear dob-tt-wud-soon-be-mine, i might not spend a lot of time with you, but i promise i will love you even from a gazillion miles away. a dog is a man's best friend. who needs men when you have dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is step two to being a feminist.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:8236</id>
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    <title>changing gears</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T16:20:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-26T16:20:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lucky</lj:music>
    <content type="html">guys, you all have boyfriends that SPOIL&amp;nbsp;MARKET VERY&amp;nbsp;BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made the right choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a matter of fact, i am turning feminist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop: read 'the five jerks you meet in heaven'</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:8121</id>
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    <title>jarls @ 2009-10-23T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-23T15:27:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-23T15:29:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jason mraz &amp; colbie caillat - lucky</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'd do nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come to realize that shadiq makes my day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:7811</id>
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    <title>so many things, so little time! (and not to mention bad health)</title>
    <published>2009-10-14T14:38:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-14T14:38:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i ate nothing all of yesterday, except 24 pills for my wisdom teeth extraction. i spent the whole day in bed, dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my pee smells like pills. gross, i know. but it's realli strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am one step away from going to the hospital to wash my stomach i think. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i shudn't have extracted my teeth cos i was sneezing and coughing the day before, but i went ahead anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i am kinda stressed over my apartment (dunno whether can get n dunno if roro wants to share cos it's a little pricey) and packing all my stuffs back. and also my v complicated and easily-faillable internship report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my initial plan was: die on monday, plan on tuesday and wednesday, rest on thursday, shop on friday. i am already behind time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a lighter note, i am seeing audrey quickly tmr! wonder wad she is up to these days. other than the kissing and can't-see-enough-of-melvin. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have some thoughts to blog, but next time, when i have more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new found love: the beatles - i want to hold your hand</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:7289</id>
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    <title>i attract filipinos!</title>
    <published>2009-10-05T13:51:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-05T13:51:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i attract filipinos, and i find them so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filipino boy number 1 (i never knew his name): you are so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filipino boy number 2 (he gave me his e-mail, but i lost it): nobody can make you cry. whoever makes you cry, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy number 2 and me took a picture inside the concierge store room? sounds so sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the language barrier makes the words that form out of some people's mouth so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I&amp;nbsp;LOVE&amp;nbsp;FILIPINOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is for you ciara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hop your kidney is fine and well. which i am sure it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, your phone call is WAY&amp;nbsp;LONG&amp;nbsp;OVERDUE</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:7150</id>
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    <title>tread softly because you tread on my dreams</title>
    <published>2009-10-03T13:24:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-03T13:24:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0002g24d/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="width: 368px; height: 326px" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0002g24d/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:6757</id>
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    <title>wisdom comes with pain</title>
    <published>2009-10-01T13:48:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-01T13:48:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">10 October 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shud get married on 10 October 2010! or 20 October 2010</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:6611</id>
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    <title>formula one</title>
    <published>2009-09-28T13:14:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-28T13:16:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have a formula one shirt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am going to give it to my boss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my laptop crashed. SIGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw good luck for exams everyone!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:6176</id>
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    <title>random!</title>
    <published>2009-09-27T15:26:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-27T15:26:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i must have done something horribly wrong, it's retribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i attract indians. OH&amp;nbsp;EM&amp;nbsp;GEE</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:5943</id>
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    <title>you are fortunate</title>
    <published>2009-09-23T15:41:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-23T15:41:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">been working since last monday. only stopped for a day rest on saturday. been sleeping for only 5hrs a day since sunday. been leaving the office at 9plus the past 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not complaining, just summarising my life. i guess wad sharon said is right: when you work extra hours but you still feel happy, you know that's the path you are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was contemplating running from reality, to work elsewhere in some rubbish job for 2 years. but now i am thinking, i might heed stephanie's advice to find a job in capella, back home where i dun wish i wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really blessed and lucky (though i wish i cud lose all of this and be blessed in other areas), to have people think so highly of me. though i honestly swear i dun rmbr doing much, or trying hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen is risking her job just to make me a part of formula one. details shall be revealed later. i dun ask for much, just a little exposure. i hope she will be safe! n i hope she dusn't give me tickets. i wun know how to reject, or who to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter (or crazier) note, my sister's birthday is coming! and i have yet to get her present, or make her a card! i am in deep deep shit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:5887</id>
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    <title>decorations you don't need</title>
    <published>2009-09-19T15:39:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-19T15:39:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear jolene, your posts just sitrred up a bunch of emotions inside me. r u my secret soulmate? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. a penny for my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is a relationship, engagement, marriage? what exactly does it mean? i think these r just unnecessary statuses that wear away the meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose when u plan weddings, u have a more open mind. i wanted to be a wedding planner because i wanted to do events, with a sleight of creavtivity. to meet people from all walks of life, to hear their story. to pull out all details from start to finish. being a wedding planner would let me explore the possiblities for my own wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i have come to realise all these are just decorations that i dun need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful gown? if u r happy, u look beautiful in anything.&lt;br /&gt;speech? i dun need anyone to HEAR the love.&lt;br /&gt;champagne pouring? couple toasting? cake cutting? ceremonies that are done just because everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess when u feel tt way, saying the marriage vows wud then strike a chord in your heart: for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think i am a lil materialistic. it's either i have changed, or i've gotten to know myself better. i dun need all the above or a certificate, as long as there is true love. i dun need all these to prove or show tt i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i will still want to plan weddings. can't say i wud do the same for my own though. (my boss has been planning weddings for 15 years, n her own was a very simple one.)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>jarls @ 2009-09-17T01:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-16T23:45:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-16T23:45:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what does it take?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:5152</id>
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    <title>what do you do</title>
    <published>2009-09-13T14:21:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-13T14:21:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i surprise myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was on the bus and the driver took a wrong turn. he tried to 10-point turn his way out. it was a reali tight road, and the bus was long. he drove into the roadside drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other passengers reaction: OIE!! HEN&amp;nbsp;WEI&amp;nbsp;XIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reaction:bus toppling over is better than a highway crash. at the most, you lie on ur side and wait for someone to rescue u from the toppled bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad wud ur reaction be?</content>
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    <title>09/09/09</title>
    <published>2009-09-09T13:20:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-09T13:20:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">9 September 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:09 AM/PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone did anything special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a little wish</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:4666</id>
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    <title>check my facebook</title>
    <published>2009-09-03T14:12:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-03T14:12:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">to all my lovelies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check my facebook for something that made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this joker working at the concierge did this up, photocopied and started distributing to every employee in the hotel. not to mention his retarded facial expressionas he was doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:4354</id>
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    <title>OMG</title>
    <published>2009-09-03T12:38:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-03T12:38:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG my boss asked me to site inspection tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a trainee, there are these guest contacts tt u never do:&lt;br /&gt;1) site inspection&lt;br /&gt;2) sign contract&lt;br /&gt;3) finalisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by chance, i did number 2 today. din go so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the guest doesn't come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have trouble talking to adults. no common topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my bosses think too highly of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. butterflies in my stomach.</content>
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    <title>christine says</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T10:51:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T10:51:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">christine says: you are torturing yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes you happy? decide now. don't regret.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:4015</id>
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    <title>what does "marriage" signifies?</title>
    <published>2009-08-28T14:46:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-28T14:46:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my internship started off pretty well (with the exception of 2 bitches in the department, but they don't matter so much). now is chinese ghost month, thus i have only been to 3 weddings so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) bride and groom: dun wanna march in, dun wanna make speech. when we approached them before march-in, they looked so solemn and were not talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) only saw the groom rehearsing a song, but no emotions felt. n he looks super stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) bride and groom were quarreling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received another call today. this couple signed a contract but decided not to marry. tried to sell their package but still no one wants to buy it. instead of paying 100% for an unattended event, they decided to hold the banquet in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and couples at the wedding show. signing just for the sake of extra perks. it seems like money is the main issue, not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes me wonder, does every couple end up being so unhappy? it is afterall, still a wedding banquet. did they marry the one they truly love? are they happy? what is a marriage to them? is money the practicality of a marriage? or should i say, the practicality of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage is the union of two souls, the start of a new chapter of their lives together. a lifelong commitment that entails both selflessness and selfishness. a ceremony&amp;nbsp;should be attended by those who give their true blessings, and such that can be felt throughout the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always pictured every wedding couple to be very much in love, to look forward to&amp;nbsp;the nitty gritty details of the wedding. i always pictured i wud help them along the way, with novelty for each&amp;nbsp;couple i meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad i&amp;nbsp;got this internship, cos i realised&amp;nbsp;mass duplicates of 4 themes all year round for 150 (stingy, unhappy) couples is something i dun wanna do, at least for the next 8 years&amp;nbsp;of my life when i&amp;nbsp;dun have kids.&amp;nbsp;i might do this, when i have&amp;nbsp;a family. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as they always say, you never marry the one you love. i might just be like one of these i am talking about now. you never know.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:3139</id>
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    <title>my heart aches, so much.</title>
    <published>2009-07-09T05:08:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-09T05:08:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my heart aches, so much.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:2862</id>
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    <title>jarls @ 2009-04-04T10:35:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-04T14:29:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-04T14:29:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&amp;quot;i should have known, what is lost will never come back. fighting is pointless.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0002ey9z/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="300" height="240" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0002ey9z/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jarls fourth april two thousand nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jarls:2602</id>
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    <title>glion institute of higher education</title>
    <published>2008-08-01T11:47:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-01T11:47:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;life in glion from mondays to thursdays&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) wake up at 630 to bathe and maybe have breakfast with jiajia n julie, depending on our schedules&lt;br /&gt;2) go for classes and make lots of noise with ara, ciara, piril etc etc&lt;br /&gt;3) have no lessons for 2-4 hours in between - shall go to my room n stone or disturb someone cos doesn't make sense to start on project research&lt;br /&gt;4) meet jiajia &amp;amp; julie for lunch&lt;br /&gt;5) go back to lessons again&lt;br /&gt;6) have dinner at jiajia &amp;amp; julie's place&lt;br /&gt;7) do some homework and packing and try to catch hold of my project group members&lt;br /&gt;8) chat with ian at 11pm for one hour&lt;br /&gt;9) hit the covers at 12 midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;life in glion on fridays&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) lessons in the morning only&lt;br /&gt;2) lunch with jiajia &amp;amp; julie&lt;br /&gt;3) go down to montreux to do some errands n come back to cook dinner/ eat at montreux&lt;br /&gt;4) stone for the rest of the day with nothing to look forward to cos no webcam date with ian&lt;br /&gt;5) maybe will watch a movie before hitting the covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;life in glion on saturdays&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) breakfast&lt;br /&gt;2) maybe chat with ian/ go out shopping&lt;br /&gt;3) do homework/ project &amp;amp; GET PROJECT MEMBERS FOR MEETINGS&lt;br /&gt;4) stone again&lt;br /&gt;5) dinner&lt;br /&gt;6) movies maybe&lt;br /&gt;7) sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;life in glion on sundays&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) breakfast&lt;br /&gt;2) laundry&lt;br /&gt;3) chat with ian&lt;br /&gt;4) stone&lt;br /&gt;5) homework&lt;br /&gt;6) sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have like 4 projects, with deadlines in like 2 weeks. god save me.</content>
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    <title>Back in Suisse</title>
    <published>2008-07-27T18:59:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-27T19:08:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mockingbird</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hello all. I’m finally going to revive my blog cos I’m back here again in boring &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I’m sitting in a hotel room and not back in school yet, so I do not have much to complain. But I reali do have mixed feelings about this place. It is the place that would guarantee me a good degree, good prospects for the future. But this is also the place that separates me from Ian, the comfort of a wonderful home and my family. I’ve decided I will have to see my boyfriend during every mid-term break. So I will ask my mum to let me come back, but of cos to be realistic and practical, I gotta look at my time table. If I have CBL that ends just before mid-term, I will have a lot less days back home. That shall be that only reason why I won’t go home. Even then, I dun think that will stop me from going home anyway.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Few days before I was leaving, I spent so much time with Ian, crying in his arms, feeling so bad for leaving him again. He is the best man I’ve ever met, I reali couldn’t ask for more. I’m willing to give up anything for him. If one day he needs a heart, I will give it to him without hesitation. I am sure of that. The day just before I left and the day I left, I only shed a few tears, till now, I’ve not burst out in tears yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;And I’ve also come to realize that no matter which hotel I stay, where I go, home is still the most comfortable. I could stay in at home for a long long long time without going out. Time passes so fast with scrapbooking and crap shows like The Tyra Banks Show. If I am hungry, I just get the maid to cook something for me. If I have anything missing in the house, I can always ask my mum to buy. I do not have to bother myself with anything at all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt; is so boring without your better half. Time always flies when I am with Ian. But when you are with your frens, it’s a lot different. Everytime I am in Suisse, I am just counting down the time. I dunno how many times I look at the clock a day. And the time difference kills me more. Cos time seems to pass faster in &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; as it is 6 hours ahead of us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;If school is like as crappy as last time with stupid lessons, stupid teachers and irritating classmates, I dunno if I even wanna get a degree at all. And if the internet connection is still screwed up and I can’t watch YouTube or chat peacefully with Ian, I am going to quit school. Plus the prospect of spending a lot of money again scares me. I am also afraid to work in projects with irritating people, people who take credit for the things u do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I sometimes wonder if I reali do need a degree at all. Afterall I wanna be a wedding planner. But then again the pursuit of a degree offers so much more. It stands for all that Ian and I have worked out for the future. Our plan was to pursue masters together in &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, get engaged and move in together to a brand new home at 26, get married at 28 and have a baby at 29. Maybe someday I will become GM of Raffles Hotel Jakarta, as my husband will be based in &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; then. But without a degree, there will be no masters and Raffles Hotel Jakarta. This means I will be separated from Ian for 1 yr. I dun wanna be separated from him ever again. So I’ve decided I will have to see him every mid-term break and I will come back to &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for my second internship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;But there is still another thing that bothers me, the packing and unpacking. It kills. I hate it. I reali hate it. It’s tiring, time consuming, and totally ridiculous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Oh, the agony.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>in IT class</title>
    <published>2007-12-05T13:26:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-05T13:26:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hello all i am in IT class now and i am damn excited cos this is the first time i am using the internet. i think the teacher forgot to switch it off!!!! haha anyways. exams r coming soon n i am damn excited to come home!! muacks.</content>
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    <title>christmas in my heart</title>
    <published>2007-11-14T21:06:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-15T09:33:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sarah connor - christmas in my heart</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0002aa0x/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0002aa0x/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;There's something breaking deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hide my feelings to keep myself controlled&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I can't deny what's deep inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been always on the run&lt;br /&gt;So many different places, having fun&lt;br /&gt;But like a river always knows just where to flow&lt;br /&gt;Now that December comes I feel like coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas in my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;No matter where we are or what we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be grey&lt;br /&gt;We may be torn apart&lt;br /&gt;But if you stay tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Without your touch without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Just like the desert's always waiting for the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I wish the holy night would come again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go and everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;Is making lots of wishes for old Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;But all I really need tonight&lt;br /&gt;Is for you to come and hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;What is Christmas without you here by my side&lt;br /&gt;I need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0002b0kk/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Mid-term Break</title>
    <published>2007-11-11T21:11:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-11T21:11:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>avril lavigne - innocence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hey my loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back again to blog about my mid-term break, which actualli ended more than a month ago. Haha. As I still dun have a visa (thanks to the pangsai agent ah-kuah) and B-permit, I din there to venture beyond the borders of Switzerland even though Singapore passport has a validity of 3 months of visa-free travel. Henceforth, mademoiselle jarls here din not go to paris or milan or europa park unlike the rest of the school population with a b-permit. BUT, i shall and i will do so next semester :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started mid-term on a very boring note. First of all, mid-term was supposed to start on a saturday. but my very empty and spacious timetable left me with no lessons since wednesday. Went to Fribourg where the Bulle campus is, din do much shopping bt took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/00019s72/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/00019s72/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see, i captured the most typical sight on the train - the guy who checks our tickets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday - Jungfraujoch, Top of Europe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday morning, we woke up bright and early. it was reali bright and early, like 530am cos we wanted to catch the 6 hour train to scale the swiss alps. it was quite an expensive journey there too! But when you reach Jungfraujoch (pronounced as Yung-frau-yoch cos it's german), you will be amazed at how much train hours u have spent going through tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001agc7/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001agc7/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some lake view, the water is bubbling all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001bsgz/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001bsgz/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;julie and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001chtr/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001chtr/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the green pastures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001dt08/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001dt08/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001ep25/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001ep25/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some kinda waterfall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001fash/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001fash/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking photos with ice sculptures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001gk4y/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001gk4y/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;julie and me at jungfraujoch, highest point of europe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001hrcf/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001hrcf/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001k982/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001k982/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001pc0t/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001pc0t/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and i must tell my story about the very expensive cup noodles at Jungfraujoch. They sell one cup noodle for 7 francs. tts like super damn ex la. i mean okay 7frs is super ex but understandable cos it's a tourist destination. if u dun make money out of tourists, who will right? but guess wad, there is something more: 4frs for hot water, 1.50frs for chopsticks. so essentially the noodles is 1.50frs -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc" size="3"&gt;Tuesday - Foxtown, Mendrisio, Lugano&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is a big building where they have all the past season collections of every kinda branded goods available. But this means u reali gotta dig for something there. it is also a 6hr train journey there and another 6 back. i was digging the whole day, and i finally bought myself a pair of ferragamo shoes and a gucci scarf. :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) i am thinking of gg back there to buy something for my mum for christmas. a burberry scarf maybe. cos shops are still selling it at 470frs, bt foxtown sells the exact same thing for 170frs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001qzxa/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001qzxa/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;swiss poker cards. do u notice they only have like half the number of cards of normal poker?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc" size="3"&gt;Wednesday - Cheese Factory, Cailler Chocolate Factory, Gruyere Castle (&amp;amp; Alien Musuem &amp;amp; Cafe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This day we followed the school on an excursion to these places. All of us caught a bit more sleep than the previous two days when we woke up at 5am. Very boring day, but much needed as too much excitement can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001rrg7/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001rrg7/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001s3z0/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001s3z0/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;does this look like something u will see in harry potter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001w7tx/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001w7tx/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001xdzh/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001xdzh/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reali pretty flowers. i am proud of my camera's macro features :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001yyye/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001yyye/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel and me, with flowers (flowers&amp;nbsp;being the&amp;nbsp;focal point of the photo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001z8wz/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0001z8wz/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;does this look like miniature houses with those fake plastic sheeps and cows?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/00020eq6/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/00020eq6/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;julie, mel, jarls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/00021rd9/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/00021rd9/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH and HAHAHAHAHA. this was how amy looked like when she came out the toilet. she looks particularly distressed because she dropped her gucci sunglasses into the toilet bowl.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/000224zc/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/000224zc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;us having hot chocolate and playing poker cards at the Alien cafe. isn't the design cool?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/000233ka/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/000233ka/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chocolates for sampling at Cailler (this chocolate brand has an amazing history, seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran%C3%A7ois-Louis_Cailler"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran%C3%A7ois-Louis_Cailler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc" size="3"&gt;Thursday - Bern, capital of Switzerland&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0002442t/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/0002442t/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like the bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/00025h57/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 161px; HEIGHT: 121px" height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/00025h57/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/00026ahx/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 119px" height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/00026ahx/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/000274fs/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 121px" height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/000274fs/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;check out our eyebags from all that lack of sleep! so it was quite&amp;nbsp;a wasted trip too cos we were simply too tired even though there was a lot of shops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99cc" size="3"&gt;Friday - Zurich&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/000284s6/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jarls/pic/000284s6/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in all my mid-term tour of switzerland made me very bored of switz already. haha. i will go paris or milan or london next mid-term break, maybe i can get ian to go with me :) cos u know, europe, with it's scenary, buildings and culture and all, is best enjoyed with ur other half. especially when the autumn breeze blows etc etc, reali romantic. half e time, i wished i was taking photos with ian instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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