<?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-6015286</id><updated>2011-08-09T18:44:20.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayley Planet</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the planet of a 20-something yr old TV addict. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111957788433303545</id><published>2005-06-24T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:51:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My boss sat me down last week for a "casual chat". He started talking about this and that, then he said, "HR told me she ALWAYS see you go for lunch alone." And then he threw around terms like teamwork and motivation. I am peeved because1) I've bumped into HR only once during lunch. Maybe she's secretly watching me and I don't know it. Well, I'm secretly hating her guts. There was this time when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111957788433303545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111957788433303545' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111957788433303545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111957788433303545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-boss-sat-me-down-last-week-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111811460788255105</id><published>2005-06-07T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:23:27.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work has been all consuming. People here work ALL THE TIME. My boss sends out emails at 2am and 5am. I wonder if he sleeps with his Blackberry. Have not been posting much on this site because I've been trying to do other stuff so that I can stop working for stability and money and start working for ...well...because I want to work. Hah! Is that even possible?Here are a list of movies I'm looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111811460788255105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111811460788255105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111811460788255105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111811460788255105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/06/work-has-been-all-consuming.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111709096399717712</id><published>2005-05-26T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:04:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Go to the Dark Side, choose Dark Chocolate" I can't stop munching on the Star Wars dark chocolate M&amp;M's. Mmmm. (lepra - have u gone to the Dark Side with your Darth Vader light saber?) Star Wars Episode 3 was good. After the movie, I thought "Wow, George Lucas must have planned the entire back-story before the first Star Wars (Episode 4) was even filmed." I find it amazing when writers plan a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111709096399717712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111709096399717712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111709096399717712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111709096399717712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/05/go-to-dark-side-choose-dark-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111623134608170695</id><published>2005-05-16T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T16:17:56.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miserable today. I realized that you just have to make one mistake and everybody talks about it. Hello! I'm new! Obviously I'll make mistakes. Or maybe I'm not supposed to. People here seriously TALK about others. It's so scary. I have to grow thicker skin.I bought a frivolous teenlit book during lunch - Bras and Broomsticks. It was 20% off at Times. It's about teenager Rachel who finds out that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111623134608170695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111623134608170695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111623134608170695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111623134608170695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/05/miserable-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111603991756205382</id><published>2005-05-14T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T11:10:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have free tickets to the preview on Thursday 19th. Hehehe. Can't wait, can't wait. Crappy seats but who cares!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111603991756205382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111603991756205382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111603991756205382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111603991756205382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-free-tickets-to-preview-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111537420504277999</id><published>2005-05-06T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:11:50.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All the processes are pissing me off. So far, I've visited Immigration office: 5 times Ministry of Manpower office: 3 times And I'll have to return to the Immigration office again at least twice for my PR. I've applied for a Social Visit Pass, (actually two Social Visit passes because they only gave me a two-month stamp so I had to go back again) a PR, a Temporary Employment Pass and a Permanent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111537420504277999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111537420504277999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111537420504277999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111537420504277999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-processes-are-pissing-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111339023522609948</id><published>2005-04-13T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:03:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found a job at last! Phew. Will be starting in 2 weeks as I need to apply for an Employment Pass because my PR is still not ready. Went shoe shopping today and managed to find a suitable pair at Charles and Keith. It’s my first pointy-headed heels. I never wear heels in London as the pavements are too uneven. Was debating between the black and pink pair. Finally settled on the black as it’s more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111339023522609948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111339023522609948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111339023522609948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111339023522609948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/04/found-job-at-last-phew.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111232083179355480</id><published>2005-04-01T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T09:17:33.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This entry is a few days late cos there was an error on my blogger. I removed my Stat Counter and it works again. The waiting is sheer torture. I’m waiting to hear back from X company to know if I'll be joining the masses of people on the MRT or staying at home. Wish me luck!Stumbled across this strangely entertaining site where you can dress celebrities up. www.paperdollheaven.comThank u all for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111232083179355480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111232083179355480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111232083179355480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111232083179355480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-entry-is-few-days-late-cos-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111163868272186344</id><published>2005-03-24T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:02:02.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ll be in KL over the Good Friday weekend. Happy Holidays everyone!Quiz1. What time did you get up this morning? Around 8am. Have to sit my ass down to write some Smallville reviews but just keep getting side-tracked. Smallville Season 4 is a major disappointment BTW. Where is the Lex?2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds. Hate pearls3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Closer. Didn’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111163868272186344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111163868272186344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111163868272186344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111163868272186344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/03/ill-be-in-kl-over-good-friday-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111153773863940282</id><published>2005-03-23T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T08:30:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Help!To Singaporeans (or anyone living in Spore):Where do you buy your books (fiction)? I frequent Kinokuniya and Borders. Do they have a Sale period or do you pay full price because books there are rarely discounted? Any tips will be much appreciated!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111153773863940282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111153773863940282' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111153773863940282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111153773863940282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/03/help-to-singaporeans-or-anyone-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-111051813816123665</id><published>2005-03-11T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T13:45:01.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bits and pieces1)      So far, I’ve only been to two interviews and the car window had to break down at those two EXACT times. I was sweating like a pig in my long-sleeved shirt plus a suit and long pants. Someone said it’s a bad sign. But I ain’t superstitious so I’m eagerly awaiting a call-back to prove my theory on superstitions.2)      I walked down Orchard Road with my shirt inside out the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/111051813816123665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=111051813816123665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111051813816123665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/111051813816123665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/03/bits-and-pieces-1-so-far-ive-only-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-110904972583893764</id><published>2005-02-22T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T13:22:05.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depressed. No, not because I’m home facing four falls lepra dear J but because my heart has been cruelly trampled over by…not my lover…but by an interviewer. Two interviewers to be exact. A lady first and then a man.The lady had this smirk on her face when I was telling her about my strengths. Does anyone else hate the strengths and weaknesses question as much as I do? The thing is I prepared </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/110904972583893764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=110904972583893764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110904972583893764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110904972583893764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/02/depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-110853234908232132</id><published>2005-02-16T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T18:36:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope everyone had a nice1) Valentine’s Day…which I’ve stopped celebrating ever since I concluded it’s just a giant commercial hoax (much like what Christmas is becoming). I spent the day flying from KL-Singapore and a whole bunch of MediaCorp artistes sat right in front of us on the plane. Patricia Mok was carrying an Olive (as in Popeye’s Olive) stuffed toy and Margaret Lee was wearing these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/110853234908232132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=110853234908232132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110853234908232132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110853234908232132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hope-everyone-had-nice-1-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-110630590273849037</id><published>2005-01-21T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T19:11:42.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have to be quick again. Not much chance to get online.Thanks everyone for ur nice comments and for making me feel a lot better!! Still not too happy though becos they gave me a 2 months visa and it takes 3 months to apply for a PR. When I raised this to the immigration officer, they said PR has nothing to do with them and to go upstairs to the fifth floor. Grrr...dunno what I'll do in the 3rd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/110630590273849037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=110630590273849037' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110630590273849037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110630590273849037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/01/have-to-be-quick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-110555004551308544</id><published>2005-01-13T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T01:19:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s been nearly a month since I last updated. I was in Taiwan and Hong Kong over Christmas, back in Malaysia over New Year’s and am now in Singapore. I should be in Singapore for the long-term unless “they” kick me out. “They” meaning people like the customs officer who made a fuss when I queued with my husband. He’s Sporean, you see and when he visits Malaysia, we will queue together in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/110555004551308544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=110555004551308544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110555004551308544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110555004551308544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-nearly-month-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-110325692635871675</id><published>2004-12-17T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T12:15:26.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ack! Have been sick AGAIN. Sore throat and fever just will not go away. What is going on?? The hamsup doctor said I might have denghi. Noooooo. I'm leaving for Taiwan this Sunday!Must get well. Must, must, must.Have been home watching Triumph in the Skies. It's so-so. The Belle-Sam romance is getting a tad irritating. Their arc seems to drag on forever. Guess that's the whole point huh? Good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/110325692635871675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=110325692635871675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110325692635871675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110325692635871675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/12/ack-have-been-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-110249717293584709</id><published>2004-12-08T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T17:12:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm home!! Yippee!Have to type this quickly. Phone spoil few days ago and just got fixed.So far, had nasi lemak, wanton mee, HK milk tea, HK Cheese baked rice, bak kut teh, yow char kuay, kaya toast...yum.Went to 1 Utama new wing. My goodness, there r so MANY NEW STORES! Sparkly, shiny new clothes, food, shoes...drool drool. Haven't been back for a year and everything's different.Had food</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/110249717293584709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=110249717293584709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110249717293584709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110249717293584709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-home-yippee-have-to-type-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-110181296422324860</id><published>2004-11-30T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:16:03.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 more days to go.I wonder if...mom's hair colour has changed,dad has lost any weight,bro will like his shirt,doggi's fur has grown back,my room is any different,I'll get to eat chee cheong fun on my first day back,I'll miss London once I reach KL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/110181296422324860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=110181296422324860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110181296422324860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110181296422324860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/11/5-more-days-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-110114256206143201</id><published>2004-11-23T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T01:06:53.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back. Really glad I went India in the end instead of Newport Beach! Was mainly in Dehli and visited Agra (Taj Mahal) and Jaipur over the weekends.I decided not to put up any photos of Taj Mahal or other touristy buildings because you can easily find those on the Net. So here are some of my more "personal" photos.This is the "Indiana Jones meets Paradise Island" hotel I stayed in.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/110114256206143201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=110114256206143201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110114256206143201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/110114256206143201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109941700514174886</id><published>2004-11-03T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:55:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, am off to India on Thursday. Taj Mahal, lecherous men and tikka masala here I come. Will be there for 11 days. To those at home, have a good Raya and Deepavali holiday. I'll be going to a Divali celebration in New Delhi. The dress code is ethnic so will shop around for a lovely sari to wear. hehehe.Have handed in my notice as well and bought my one-way air ticket home. Will be leaving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109941700514174886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109941700514174886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109941700514174886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109941700514174886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/11/ok-am-off-to-india-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109871417302024110</id><published>2004-10-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:22:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In every four-year term there is a chosen one. He alone will face the American public, the United Nations, and the forces of darkness. He is the President.Joss Whedon shows his support for John Kerry. Check this out http://www.highstakes2004.com/I actually know which episodes those Buffy quotes are from. How sad. I should get out more. The weird thing is my mom thinks I have this wild life in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109871417302024110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109871417302024110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109871417302024110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109871417302024110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-every-four-year-term-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109835893983644068</id><published>2004-10-21T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:42:19.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't seem to concentrate on anything these days. Was at Chinese Experience - a new restaurant in Chinatown - with a few friends last night. They were telling me various things about work, pregnancy, friends and after a while, I zoned out and their voices were replaced by this buzzing sound. Hah. Such a good friend I am.I blame this on my lack of proper rest. I've been telling everyone that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109835893983644068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109835893983644068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109835893983644068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109835893983644068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/10/cant-seem-to-concentrate-on-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109775106713923653</id><published>2004-10-14T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T19:23:58.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a hybrid of:  and Take the What Kind of Girl Are You? quiz at CookingtoHookupIndie Girl:It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party. -- Nick Hornby, High FidelityAn Indie Girl's life is a Statement with a capital S, but unlike the Granola </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109775106713923653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109775106713923653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109775106713923653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109775106713923653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-hybrid-of-and-take-what-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109750650470396568</id><published>2004-10-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T23:43:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Very Busy SaturdayMorning:I went to Harrods for Meg Cabot's book signing. In case you're going WHO? Meg Cabot is the author of the extremely funny Princess Diaries series. Her books are NOTHING like the Disney movie. Ok, the basic story and characters are the same but everything else is different.I read the first PD book when I was in bed with a cold and it was so addictive that I went to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109750650470396568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109750650470396568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109750650470396568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109750650470396568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-very-busy-saturday-morning-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109654103339451959</id><published>2004-09-30T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T19:23:02.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TV season's starting up again. Here's what I think of the premieres so far.JoeyTwo out of five stars.The much-anticipated Friends spin-off. I've watched 2 episodes so far and I highly doubt that this will be another Frasier unless some pretty drastic changes are made. Joey's duh-ness just gets old after a while. The rest of the characters - nerdy student, quirky next-door neighbour, trashy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109654103339451959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109654103339451959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109654103339451959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109654103339451959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/09/tv-seasons-starting-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109628499017087557</id><published>2004-09-27T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:44:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found some Amy Tan books in my landlord's garage the other day and I couldn't put down The Kitchen God's Wife and A Hundred Secret Senses.4 and a half stars out of 5 for The Kitchen God's Wife. A story based on Amy's mom who escaped from an abusive husband in China. Funny, realistic, poignant.4 stars out of 5 for A Hundred Secret Senses. It scared me a little. That's a good thing though.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109628499017087557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109628499017087557' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109628499017087557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109628499017087557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/09/found-some-amy-tan-books-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109595938918066533</id><published>2004-09-24T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T06:20:27.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a weird week. I heard 3 different stories (all true!) that made me feel BAD for complaining so much.First story:A Lebanese pastor, Sami arrived in London during the 1960's. His cab driver looked very unhappy and kept fidgeting in his seat, so Sami decided to ask him what was wrong. After some coaxing, the cab driver sighed and said, "Well, my colour TV broke down last night and I had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109595938918066533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109595938918066533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109595938918066533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109595938918066533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-been-weird-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109541846424896776</id><published>2004-09-17T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T19:04:57.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, India has been delayed indefinitely. I don't get to go Boston or New York. And guess what I found out today? That my husband's sister is flying on business to Newport Beach in October and then New York in November!!!!Newport Beach! cherry...u know where that is...the OC, California here we come...surf, sun, beach, bikini, shoppingBoohoohoohooohooooooAnd u know what the worst thing is? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109541846424896776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109541846424896776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109541846424896776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109541846424896776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/09/ok-india-has-been-delayed-indefinitely.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109482477928493604</id><published>2004-09-10T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T22:03:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May be going India in October cos my husband will be there for work. Taj Mahal...here I come. His company keeps pushing back the date though, so I'm tearing my hair out, wondering when I can go. Why do the British always miss their deadlines? Why???Anyway, watched Collateral this week. Yup, liked it, even though I missed some of the lines as it wasn't a good copy. Which is a shame cos the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109482477928493604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109482477928493604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109482477928493604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109482477928493604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/09/may-be-going-india-in-october-cos-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109412314584457632</id><published>2004-09-02T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T19:10:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many changes lately. Shifted teams and I have a new boss who's pretty inflexible. Even if no work to do, must stay in the office until we've fulfilled our hours. Really different from all my previous bosses where as long as we finish our work, we're free to come and go as we please.Have been so bored at work as a result. Our seating has been changed as well so I can't do my stuff easily anymore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109412314584457632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109412314584457632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109412314584457632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109412314584457632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/09/many-changes-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109214537669651086</id><published>2004-08-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T21:42:56.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahaha lepra...no in between answers. Meaning no "turquoise" or "aquamarine" or "emerald" or anything like that.Just have to decide if it's more blue or more green.It's for a crazy analysis I'm doing. Like the glass is half-full, half-empty test.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109214537669651086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109214537669651086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109214537669651086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109214537669651086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/08/hahaha-lepra.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109206582697325146</id><published>2004-08-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:39:26.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you think this top is blue or green?Please vote.Just one answer will do. Either blue or green. (No in between answers okie cherry? heheheh) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109206582697325146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109206582697325146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109206582697325146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109206582697325146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/08/do-you-think-this-top-is-blue-or-green.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109179120162249597</id><published>2004-08-06T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T19:23:22.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy week...but good.Had a slumber party on Friday night. Talked, talked, dinner, talked, Sainsbury's, tried making animal shaped cookies but failed, ate warm cookies with vanilla ice-cream (yum!), talked, slept. Woke up near noon the next day and had a lovely brunch at a nearby cafe - French toast, eggs, bacon, crossaint, juice (double yum!). Lazed around till 4pm before going home.Threw a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109179120162249597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109179120162249597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109179120162249597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109179120162249597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/08/busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109120278111390358</id><published>2004-07-30T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:03:56.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whenever I ask my friends this question, "If you can only have 1 child, will you choose a boy or a girl?". More often than not, they will choose a boy. But I'll choose a girl. Why? Maybe it's so that I can pretend to buy Pooh toys for them when I'm actually buying for myself. Or maybe because girls can be really sweet if they want to be. I was in a bookshop yesterday and 2 teenage sisters with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109120278111390358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109120278111390358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109120278111390358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109120278111390358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/07/whenever-i-ask-my-friends-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109083266100364111</id><published>2004-07-26T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T00:32:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm skiving off work again today. Oh well, nothing much to do at work anyway. Went fruit picking again over the weekend. This time with a whole bunch of friends. Being city bumpkins, they never saw much greenery or farmland, so they did what any city bumpkins would do - pose for photos with the berries and veg. Here are the results -  Teeny strawberries not ripe for picking yet but my friend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109083266100364111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109083266100364111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109083266100364111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109083266100364111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/07/blackberries-are-initially-red-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-109042691879403239</id><published>2004-07-22T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T00:27:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The goodbyes are starting. Went for my junior coursemate's farewell dinner at this place in Mayfair called @venue (pic below) on Sat night. When my friend told me it was a British restaurant, my heart sank. I'm not very fond of British cuisine, especially in posh restaurants. High prices for standard, boring food (in my opinion anyway). French, Italian, Spanish, Swedish or any other Euro food I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/109042691879403239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=109042691879403239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109042691879403239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/109042691879403239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/07/goodbyes-are-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108997635620686479</id><published>2004-07-16T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T19:12:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I... ...am having my appraisal.  ...am meeting two friends for dinner at Soho Japan.  ...am wearing a pale pink U2 top and black pants. Strange. My wardrobe used to consist of mostly blacks, blues and whites. When did pink start to creep in? ...was staring so hard into my colleague's clear blue eyes that when he asked me a question, I went 'huh?'. It's not as if I have a crush on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108997635620686479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108997635620686479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108997635620686479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108997635620686479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/07/today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108964594588649424</id><published>2004-07-12T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T23:30:50.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shattered. Team building day left me with muscle aches all over. I had to walk a plank, build a structure and climb through a chicken coop. I should have stuck to my original plan, which was to break my foot so that I could stay home for one week!!Yea ok, it was kind of fun to be away from the office. But I really, really hated the administrators who were walking around, observing our every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108964594588649424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108964594588649424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108964594588649424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108964594588649424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/07/shattered.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108928241121312148</id><published>2004-07-08T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T18:26:51.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sick. Sore-throat, fever, ulcer. Must all the wind and rain recently. Would have stayed home but I have Spanish lessons this morning and if I miss more than three, the company will charge me. I don't really want to miss my first lesson either. Tomorrow is Team Building day. It's in the middle of nowhere, which means waking up freakishly early to take the train. Outdoors, mud, rain, lovely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108928241121312148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108928241121312148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108928241121312148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108928241121312148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/07/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108867787238928416</id><published>2004-07-01T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T18:31:12.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Planned tube strikes are the best because people like me get to work from home. I spent the first half of my day bumming around watching videos. Then I ate a big bowl of instant noodles with egg and luncheon meat. hahaha.I've been highly irritable lately. Highly. I hate some of my friends. I know I'll love them again one day but some days they just drive me NUTS. Here are some petty grudges </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108867787238928416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108867787238928416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108867787238928416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108867787238928416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/07/planned-tube-strikes-are-best-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108798760998893686</id><published>2004-06-23T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T18:49:35.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found a Pick Your Own farm around 15 mins drive away, so hubbi and I decided to pay a visit on Saturday morning. We picked a huge basket of strawberries, a bag of spinach and a few handfuls of broad beans. Nicee... This farm has got to be my favourite because it's clean and everything's planted in neat little rows. You pay half of what you'd pay at supermarkets. There are labels everywhere as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108798760998893686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108798760998893686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108798760998893686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108798760998893686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/06/found-pick-your-own-farm-around-15.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108738623950963405</id><published>2004-06-16T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T19:45:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm...nothing much has happened over the last few days. Some peace and quiet around the house at long last as my friends left for a 3-week holiday in Msia and Aussie. I'm kinda jealous. But then again, I'll be heading that way soon too. I bought myself a new pair of jeans. Quite happy as it's so hard to find a pair that fits properly, feels comfy and doesn't cost the earth. It's been quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108738623950963405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108738623950963405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108738623950963405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108738623950963405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108677609163503392</id><published>2004-06-09T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T18:16:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two friends have been staying with us for the past few days because their house is undergoing renovation. We just found out over the weekend that the girl is pregnant! Have been speculating for some weeks now but didn't dare to ask in case she just put on weight or something. Anyway, can't wait to go shopping for all the cute baby stuff. The baby's due on 1 Jan. Too bad I won't be around by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108677609163503392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108677609163503392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108677609163503392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108677609163503392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/06/two-friends-have-been-staying-with-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108628096428536812</id><published>2004-06-04T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T04:00:31.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something wicked this way comes...Spoiler alert! Pls do not read if you haven't watched Harry Potter 3. I watched Harry Potter last night and it was surprisingly good. The Prisoner of Azkaban is my favourite book of the lot and I didn't expect the movie to live up to my expectations. I guess changing the directors from Chris Columbus to Alfonso Cuaron is a good thing. His attention to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108628096428536812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108628096428536812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108628096428536812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108628096428536812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/06/something-wicked-this-way-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108610871271154279</id><published>2004-06-02T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T00:51:52.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling restless. I go to work. I look at the spreadsheets and the documents but my mind's somewhere else. I go to meetings, words come out of my mouth but I'm just going through the motions. I meet up with friends, they talk, I nod and I try to look interested. If it's a joke, I laugh but it's just noise from my mouth. If it's a problem, I spout some advice, offer some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108610871271154279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108610871271154279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108610871271154279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108610871271154279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/06/ive-been-feeling-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108574956133568697</id><published>2004-05-28T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T22:27:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaking news. My big boss just handed in his resignation. When he told us, I was so shocked that I started laughing. I couldn't help it. It's just too ridiculous. My middle boss quit in Feb, and now big boss in May. I bet they know something that we don't. Oh well. I'm going in a few months anyway. Better for me...I can relak, relak till I leave. Buahahaha. Oh! And he said that he's leaving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108574956133568697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108574956133568697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108574956133568697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108574956133568697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/05/breaking-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108549591099591435</id><published>2004-05-25T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T22:38:30.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've recently developed a new craze - pick your own fruits and vegetables. For the past 2 weekends, we've been driving to farms and picking asparagus (which is the only thing available in May). Strawberries, raspberries, brocolli, and plenty of other fruits and veg are available from June to Sept. My plan is to get my weekly supply there in the weeks to come. Healthy eating man.It's actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108549591099591435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108549591099591435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108549591099591435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108549591099591435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/05/ive-recently-developed-new-craze-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108522225919042750</id><published>2004-05-22T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T18:55:34.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jim Jim, look what you sparked...Women Me Likesss(Apologies for the gigantic photos)Rachel Stevens - She can model underwear for me all day longAda Choi - She can bring me breakfast in bedFlora Chan - She can be my personal assistant (gooze...i can't believe u abandoned her! *gasp*)Jessica Alba - She can shake her booty at meJennifer Garner - She can kick my ass anytime</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108522225919042750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108522225919042750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108522225919042750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108522225919042750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/05/jim-jim-look-what-you-sparked.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108489301960119238</id><published>2004-05-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:10:19.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been trying to see if I can bring my doggi from Singapore to Malaysia. Was quite shocked to find out that the dog needs to be quarantined for at least 30 days upon arrival. 30 days!!! She's going to be caged for a whole month! And that's if everything goes smoothly. Imagine being in prison for that long. No, no, no. I mean I understand that the pet needs to quarantined to prevent diseases </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108489301960119238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108489301960119238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108489301960119238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108489301960119238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/05/ive-been-trying-to-see-if-i-can-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-10845342295250628</id><published>2004-05-14T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T20:37:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sun's shining, it's Friday. There's Smallville, Angel and OC to watch tonight. I'm in a good mood...yippppeeee!! There are 2 boxes of Krispy Kreme at home. 2 whole boxes!! And even my i-l's haven't bothered me that much this past week. So...Friends finale. Has anyone seen it? I'm not going to mention anything in case some of you haven't seen it yet. But I'd just like to say Goodbye Friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/10845342295250628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=10845342295250628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/10845342295250628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/10845342295250628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/05/suns-shining-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108427043903701558</id><published>2004-05-11T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T18:15:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whee...was at the Birmingham Cadbury World on Saturday and I highly recommend it to chocoholics. While waiting, we enjoyed some hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. The tour started with exhibitions of the history of chocolate (things like Aztecs were the first to discover cocoa beans), how it spread to England and how J. Cadbury grew his business from just a small shop to what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108427043903701558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108427043903701558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108427043903701558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108427043903701558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/05/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108383934021515880</id><published>2004-05-06T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T18:33:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inside outMy in-law's are here. They arrived last night. The first thing she said to me when we were alone wasHer: How much is your bonus?Me: About a month's salaryHer: Oh...you know C just received 6 months bonus and she got the most in her company? Their bonus is based on performance mah. Me: Really?Her: Ya, she got it before she left the company. Her ang-moh bosses didn't want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108383934021515880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108383934021515880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108383934021515880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108383934021515880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/05/inside-out-my-in-laws-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108333674633591985</id><published>2004-04-30T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T22:56:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, so I didn’t get to write down any Britney details. But that’s because I’ve been busy trying to fulfill one of the items on my list of things to do b4 I turn 30. Item 3) Appear on TVLast two nights, I was at the BBC Songs of Praise "Billy Graham special" recording. The whole church was turned into a studio with cameras, lighting and wires everywhere. We practiced 6 songs in 3 hours and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108333674633591985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108333674633591985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108333674633591985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108333674633591985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok-so-i-didnt-get-to-write-down-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108307543081274960</id><published>2004-04-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T22:50:41.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's not that innocentI was at a Britney Spears concert last night. Hehehe. I know...most of my friends were like, "What are you - twelve?" Her act last night seemed more suited for eighteen and above. In fact, half of my friends (I went with 5 others) thought it was too risqué for their liking. One even averted her eyes. More on this later. The show opened with a surprise appearance by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108307543081274960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108307543081274960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108307543081274960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108307543081274960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/shes-not-that-innocent-i-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108275399194657888</id><published>2004-04-24T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T05:25:35.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Avoidant (True, true. Very true) Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108275399194657888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108275399194657888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108275399194657888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108275399194657888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/avoidant-true-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108275377661421419</id><published>2004-04-24T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T05:31:35.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My inner child is sixteen years old!Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but whileadults might just accept that, I knowsomething's gotta change. And it's gonnachange, just as soon as I become an adult andget some power of my own. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108275377661421419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108275377661421419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108275377661421419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108275377661421419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-inner-child-is-sixteen-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108275352276751087</id><published>2004-04-24T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T05:36:12.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tarzan! (Er...okay...he was kinda cute and I do like cartoons. But Tarzan?? Really? Not like Lord of the Rings or something?) What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108275352276751087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108275352276751087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108275352276751087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108275352276751087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/tarzan-er.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108246897970681803</id><published>2004-04-20T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T21:54:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring has sprung.When the weather picks up, so does my mood. Time seems to fly by quicker during the hotter months. Maybe because there are loads to do...BBQ, frappucinos, driving around, short trips, parks, ice-cream. Yes, yes, yes!Haven't been doing much these days. I should start seeing some of my friends again. Forgotten how they look like. Only 5-6 months left before saying goodbye. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108246897970681803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108246897970681803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108246897970681803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108246897970681803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/spring-has-sprung.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108211294868977482</id><published>2004-04-16T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T19:08:17.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was surprised at how much I enjoyed School of Rock. The story may be predictable - A wannabe rock-star (Jack Black) poses as a teacher and transforms his class into a rock band. But the writing is very clever. And Jack Black was fantastic with the children. His speech to the parents about each of the children's talents really struck an electric-guitar chord with me. I loved the way he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108211294868977482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108211294868977482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108211294868977482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108211294868977482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-was-surprised-at-how-much-i-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108195369157341019</id><published>2004-04-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T22:45:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finished updating my Skegness holiday diary (see below). That is all for now. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108195369157341019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108195369157341019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108195369157341019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108195369157341019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/finished-updating-my-skegness-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108150926522653509</id><published>2004-04-09T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T19:22:29.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Remembrance of Good FridayThere are usually a bunch of Jesus documentaries shown during Good Friday but I never watch any, as I don’t like watching the crucifixion or the torture. That’s why I haven’t seen the Passion of the Christ. Because the thought of seeing my friend, my father getting whipped just makes me sweat with fear. But I was bothered by it. It felt as if I was running away </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108150926522653509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108150926522653509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108150926522653509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108150926522653509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/in-remembrance-of-good-friday-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108143902029054192</id><published>2004-04-08T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T05:48:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was at Spring Harvest, and wanted to remember a few things that happened. Monday 29 MarchStarted our journey at 2pm, after packing the car to the brim with food, a guitar, a wok and a rice-cooker!! Super thrilled that our chalet was so close to the main site and fully equipped with heaters in every room. We all agreed our old bones wouldn't be able to take freezing caravans this year. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108143902029054192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108143902029054192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108143902029054192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108143902029054192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/was-at-spring-harvest-and-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108136660179995704</id><published>2004-04-08T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T17:17:53.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hellooooo....I'm back!! What a great holiday. More on that tomorrow. For those who asked for photos to my Alyson Hannigan experience, you can find it in my article here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108136660179995704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108136660179995704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108136660179995704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108136660179995704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/04/hellooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108032149461075686</id><published>2004-03-27T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T01:21:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Into the country I go... I'm going for a week-long retreat in Skegness. Attend talks, learn more about God, recharge my batteries. Hopefully get to do some barn dancing too! Really looking forward to it. It's nice to get away from the rush once in a while. And head towards green grass, dancing sheep and proper fish and chips. Before I go, I'd like to do something fun...make a list. ;)Books </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108032149461075686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108032149461075686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108032149461075686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108032149461075686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/03/into-country-i-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-108013850523718563</id><published>2004-03-24T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:31:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>T'was a good weekend of song and dance. I was in the choir on Sat night and it's always great fun when the audience starts clapping and singing along. I love the last few minutes before we go on stage when there's a vibe of anticipation in the air - everyone's either rushing to the loo, putting on makeup, tuning instruments or warming up voices. Was a bit nervous when we first got onstage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/108013850523718563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=108013850523718563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108013850523718563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/108013850523718563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/03/twas-good-weekend-of-song-and-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107971593017539393</id><published>2004-03-20T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T01:08:51.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday night, I had dinner with a friend who works in a psychiatric ward. He was telling us about some of his patients. And it brought back memories of my dad's condition.When I tell people that my dad has psychiatric problems, they're either surprised ("but he looks so normal!") or they're cynical ("like in Hollywood?"). I guess it's a rather taboo topic too. The Chinese will say he's '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107971593017539393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107971593017539393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107971593017539393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107971593017539393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/03/on-wednesday-night-i-had-dinner-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107961472085566237</id><published>2004-03-18T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:12:46.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Are you saying there's no way you'd go out with a guy who lived with his family?" -Carrie"Well, maybe Prince William." -Samantha(Hot Child in the City) Season 3Goodbye Sex and the City. I've loved you since the beginning. And I'm loving the last few episodes. Especially when you make references to the earlier ones. *sniff*How cute is he?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107961472085566237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107961472085566237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107961472085566237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107961472085566237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/03/are-you-saying-theres-no-way-youd-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-10790898072440253</id><published>2004-03-12T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T19:15:22.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some of my colleagues are still waiting to hear back from their friends in Madrid since the bombing. Nothing since yesterday. Scary.Life is short. Death is sudden.I have to remember to constantly cherish my life, my loved ones.I looked back at my last post and felt ashamed griping about the weather. Who CARES about the weather when there are people dying? What is WRONG with me? Actually, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/10790898072440253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=10790898072440253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/10790898072440253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/10790898072440253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/03/some-of-my-colleagues-are-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107885077299540069</id><published>2004-03-10T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T00:59:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been in a lazy mood lately. Just don't feel like doing anything at all. Wanna bum around. Ideally someplace sunny, on a lounge chair overlooking the sea, eating ice-cream and reading a book. 7 more months to go before I take a long holiday. In 7 month's time I won't have to tolerate:1) Having to work even when my toes and fingers are frozen, such that I have to run to the bathroom and toast </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107885077299540069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107885077299540069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107885077299540069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107885077299540069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/03/been-in-lazy-mood-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107841584929570258</id><published>2004-03-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T00:04:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KissingRecently, I had to say good-bye to my middle boss who was returning to his home country for good. When I extended my hand in a farewell gesture, he shook it and then offered up his cheek. And I thought, "Oh shit!" I positively HATE social kissing.I can never do it with enough grace or nonchalance. Also I had a few bad experiences associated with it.1) My first timeA colleague of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107841584929570258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107841584929570258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107841584929570258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107841584929570258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/03/kissing-recently-i-had-to-say-good-bye.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107781650090725615</id><published>2004-02-27T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T01:33:38.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember when I told you I hated the position of my desk? Yea, I still hate it. Even more now. Yesterday, I was happily checking out jobs on another company's website when my colleague snuck up behind me (AGAIN) and shouted, "You're looking for jobs? Noooo!"My boss was on the phone and his eyes flickered in our direction but he didn't say anything. I tried to signal to my colleague to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107781650090725615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107781650090725615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107781650090725615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107781650090725615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/02/remember-when-i-told-you-i-hated.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107764573868489678</id><published>2004-02-25T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T02:05:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When Hayley met AlyWhat a night! I'm still reeling from the excitement.  7.00pm: My husband and I arrived at the Royal Haymarket theatre to pick up the press tickets. I was really pleased the press office gave me 2 tickets. And a free programme as well. We snooped around, trying to see if Alexis Denisof (Aly Hannigan's husband + star on Angel) or anyone famous may be loitering about. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107764573868489678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107764573868489678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107764573868489678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107764573868489678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/02/when-hayley-met-aly-what-night-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107703864132594767</id><published>2004-02-18T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T01:26:39.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMIGOSH!!! I am so happy, I think I'm going to cartwheel around the room. wheee...hehehe. I got press passes to see Alyson Hannigan (BTVS, American Pie) in her new play! She's starring alongside Luke Perry (Beverly Hills 90210) in When Harry Met Sally, the stage version of the 80's hit movie. After weeks of hassling the press office, they finally said they'll send me the  passes. Just when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107703864132594767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107703864132594767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107703864132594767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107703864132594767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/02/omigosh-i-am-so-happy-i-think-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107702973682373590</id><published>2004-02-17T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:59:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm attending an awards ceremony this week. Unfortunately, not to collect any awards for myself. :(Our company is nominated for one of the categories, so some of us get to attend. Well, mainly because our bosses can't be bothered to go. The best thing, aside from the free food, is the free dress I'll be getting. Or at least, I hope my manager will sign for it when he sees the receipt!If all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107702973682373590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107702973682373590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107702973682373590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107702973682373590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-attending-awards-ceremony-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107668647272749808</id><published>2004-02-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T23:53:42.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depressed. This yoyo-ing of emotions just plain sucks. I hate work. Nothing seems to be working out. *Bawl*And tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I cringe recalling the number of cards, gifts and what-nots I bought to celebrate this whole money-making scam. And feeling like such a loser if I didn't have a Valentine. So I vowed to be different and will celebrate instead, the remembrance of Saint </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107668647272749808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107668647272749808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107668647272749808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107668647272749808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/02/depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107643187466311719</id><published>2004-02-11T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T00:53:42.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've recently discovered a good way to make some quick dosh. Psychology experiments. They pay you a sum of money for around 1 hour of your time. Only problem is you come out feeling bad about your lack of coordination or poor memory. But who cares! I have additional pocket money. Just finished reading Chocolat by Joanne Harris. Watched the movie around 3 years ago. It's an enjoyable read. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107643187466311719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107643187466311719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107643187466311719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107643187466311719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/02/ive-recently-discovered-good-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107607820960389719</id><published>2004-02-06T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T22:39:12.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Office Etiquette1) When I leave the office early, please do not frown and look at your watch. You shouldn't judge me based on the number of hours I am present in the office. Judge me instead, based on the actual work I do. 2) Do not lift your shirt and spray your deodorant in front of me. Please do so in the bathroom. I do not need to see your hairy or non-hairy arm-pits. Really.3) If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107607820960389719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107607820960389719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107607820960389719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107607820960389719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/02/office-etiquette-1-when-i-leave-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107581122348806199</id><published>2004-02-03T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T20:30:57.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spike: Passions is on! Timmy's down the bloody well, and if you make me miss it I'll... Giles: You'll what!? Lick me to death!?(Something Blue)Had a Buffy night on Saturday where a few of us just sat around, eating junk food and watching our favourite episodes of Buffy and Angel. It was way fun. I got the idea from a colleague who told me he used to have Alias nights in Canada. They would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107581122348806199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107581122348806199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107581122348806199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107581122348806199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/02/spike-passions-is-on-timmys-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107548404459455116</id><published>2004-01-31T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T01:49:13.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK. I don't feel so bad today. Found out that my colleagues were stuck in Glasgow cos of all the snow. All flights were cancelled. They had to stay overnight at a hotel and get up at 5am to catch the first flightback. So, I guess it's a good thing I missed that plane after all. *evil grin*Some Golden Globes photos. Wanted to post Kristin and Amber's photos but it's hard to search when your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107548404459455116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107548404459455116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107548404459455116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107548404459455116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107530513572929814</id><published>2004-01-28T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T23:54:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shit. I can't believe I missed my plane. I've never missed a flight in my life. Ran to catch one, yes many times. Name announced at airport, yes few times. But missed, no never. It's a company trip as well. Which is not so bad since I didn't pay for the ticket. But still. I feel like shit. Instead of being in Glasgow right now, I'm sitting in the office. Which is not such a bad thing, since</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107530513572929814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107530513572929814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107530513572929814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107530513572929814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107513112380090693</id><published>2004-01-26T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T23:34:11.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something weird happened at lunch today. I was at Borders, totally engrossed in the latest SFX magazine when this guy asked "You a big fan?". He was referring to the Smallville article I was reading. We talked a bit about the show, and other TV shows we watch. Apparently, he's a big fan of Stargate SG-1. Hmm...I've only caught a few episodes here and there, so don't really know if it's a good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107513112380090693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107513112380090693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107513112380090693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107513112380090693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/something-weird-happened-at-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107470548465329371</id><published>2004-01-22T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T01:20:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BTW, can some of u recommend a few TVB series? It's real hard/expensive for me to get hold of any, so I want to choose carefully. I've got Triumph in the Skies, Armed Reaction IV and Seed of Hope already. Are any of the newer ones good?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107470548465329371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107470548465329371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107470548465329371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107470548465329371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/btw-can-some-of-u-recommend-few-tvb.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107470369778407904</id><published>2004-01-22T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T00:51:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't feel like working. OK, so I never feel like working, but especially so today. It's CNY. My whole family's in Penang eating yummy char kuay teow while I'm stuck here in the office. I just want a holiday. A public holiday, without using my own precious leave.  Me: It's Chinese New Year tomorrow. Can I have half day off instead of attending the (stupid) company presentation?Boss: Really? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107470369778407904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107470369778407904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107470369778407904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107470369778407904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/dont-feel-like-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107462145883917849</id><published>2004-01-21T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:59:38.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in my new place! It feels as if we've adopted my friend + gf's life. Their new floors, comfy sofa, huge cupboards...all so lovely. Even the sky seems bluer, the air fresher and the grass greener. There's no DSL yet but I've got Sky (Satellite TV) in the meantime. I've never had Sky before. (So how do I watch the latest shows? I have my ways *mysterious laughter*) But the contract is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107462145883917849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107462145883917849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107462145883917849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107462145883917849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/im-in-my-new-place-it-feels-as-if-weve.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107418776231170215</id><published>2004-01-16T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T01:33:47.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have been busy packing for the big move this weekend. It's strange how I'm going to end up in that flat after all. I really liked the development when I viewed it 4 yrs ago. Unfortunately, couldn't afford the rent. Then I found out a colleague stayed there. Boy, was I jealous!Later, my friend bought a flat there. And I was real jealous again! But 4 yrs later, I'm moving into his place. Yup, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107418776231170215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107418776231170215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107418776231170215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107418776231170215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/have-been-busy-packing-for-big-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107400367751375632</id><published>2004-01-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:49:05.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A typical weekday in the life of...7.50 am - Alarm rings. Switch off and return to dream of Louis Koo8.20 am - Miraculously wake up and try to come up with excuse not to go work8.30 am - Read blogs while eating cereal8.50 am - Leave house to take tube9.40 am - Check email and reply to personal ones first10.00 am - Pretend to look busy but actually IM-ing1.00 pm - Go bookshop to read book </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107400367751375632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107400367751375632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107400367751375632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107400367751375632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/typical-weekday-in-life-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107392900722678288</id><published>2004-01-13T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T01:42:59.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm shattered. Cold to the bone, lips chapped and there's a stinging sensation in my eyes. I brought my cousin and her husband around central London - dimsum, Covent Garden, Leicester Sq, Trafalgar Sq, National Art Gallery, Harrods, then Finchley Road for dinner. But they couldn't really muster any enthusiasm for the sights. Me: Here's Covent Garden Them: Oh (instead of the usual - "Oh wow! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107392900722678288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107392900722678288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107392900722678288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107392900722678288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/im-shattered.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107358105689033258</id><published>2004-01-09T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T00:58:18.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nightmares - manifestations of your deepest fears?I've been having nightmares again. On a frequent basis. Ever since I started thinking about what it'll be like to see my m-i-l all the time when I go home. People have told me it's normal to have conflicts. But they don't know what I have to go through. Maybe it's not as bad as what women experience during olden days, but it's still really hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107358105689033258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107358105689033258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107358105689033258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107358105689033258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/nightmares-manifestations-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107341096407315059</id><published>2004-01-07T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T04:04:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PlayWas itching for some Chinese show over the weekend and felt like a romance comedy. So I watched Good times, Bed times. It was neither romantic, nor funny.  Real disappointing in fact. Cute cast, pretty colours but crap script. Same creators as La Brassiere but I liked that much better. WorkIt's back to horrible customers again. Some of them just don't listen. You can explain something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107341096407315059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107341096407315059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107341096407315059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107341096407315059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/play-was-itching-for-some-chinese-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107309389004749479</id><published>2004-01-03T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T10:00:16.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My cousin's dropping by on Sunday. That means I have to clean our flat. What a drag. I hate cleaning, I hate relatives coming over. Argghh!!Thank you for all the New Year wishes! I hope everyone had a good time celebrating. I was at a friend's place, eating home-cooked Thai food and playing computer games. And I actually had a good time! Am I turning into a geek? No, no...it's more the company </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107309389004749479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107309389004749479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107309389004749479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107309389004749479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-cousins-dropping-by-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107280452404051297</id><published>2003-12-31T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T01:19:56.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anita Mui, may you rest in peace. I remember...during Chinese New Year, all the children would crowd around the TV to watch her perform and my grandma would scowl disapprovingly. Hehe.No resolutions this year. Just reflections on creation. For this list reminds me of my Maker's hands. 1) StarsOn the bus after viewing the Grand Canyon - The stars were so numerous and so bright, it felt like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107280452404051297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107280452404051297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107280452404051297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107280452404051297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2003/12/anita-mui-may-you-rest-in-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107269895132618117</id><published>2003-12-29T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T19:56:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And it's back to work again. It's snowing outside. But it's half snow, half rain so the ground is covered in grey slush. Nice, real nice. Four whole days of sleeping till noon, eating lots of chocolate, chips and ice-cream, wearing pajamas the whole day, watching TV, playing lots of scrabble (kinda dorky eh?) and writing. Good, too good. This year I watched - Thomas Crown Affair (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107269895132618117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107269895132618117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107269895132618117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107269895132618117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-its-back-to-work-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107219478394726991</id><published>2003-12-23T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T23:53:19.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking forward to roast goose tomorrow with some of my old college mates. I’m real glad I’ll be spending Christmas Eve with close friends. People I’ve known for nearly 10 years now. We’ve slept in the same room, watched the sunset, broken school rules, hugged, fought, suffered heartbreaks, explored forbidden places and got stuck in the middle of nowhere but jungle together. I miss being young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107219478394726991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107219478394726991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107219478394726991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107219478394726991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2003/12/looking-forward-to-roast-goose.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107210883459010700</id><published>2003-12-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T20:03:07.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's nearly Christmas. Oxford Street is packed with last-minute shoppers. I wonder how many remember the true meaning of Christmas - the birth of Jesus Christ - when God came down from Heaven and became human?Most of my colleagues just think of Christmas as a time to party, get drunk, have a good holiday, moan about buying presents, some just hate Christmas etc. *deep sigh*Spoiler warning! Do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107210883459010700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107210883459010700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107210883459010700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107210883459010700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-nearly-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107167889881321764</id><published>2003-12-18T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T00:39:58.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good to know I haven't put some of u off with my constant talk of food...hehe. I'm such a pig! To think I needed to be caned as a child before I’d eat.  Have been watching 2 new American series lately - John Doe and Tru Calling, both aired on FOX. John Doe is about a guy who wakes up on an island not remembering anything about himself but having the knowledge of everything in the world. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107167889881321764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107167889881321764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107167889881321764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107167889881321764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2003/12/good-to-know-i-havent-put-some-of-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107159245387379907</id><published>2003-12-17T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T00:35:31.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A weekend of football, ice-cream, LOTR extras, scrambled eggs, aching bones, Christmas plans, teppanyaki, teh tarik, TGIM and brilliant weather (cold but sunny). I went on a date on Friday night. Yes, a date. Goodness knows how long since I’ve been on one. I was afraid we’d end up a boring married couple, so I insisted on going out this weekend. Went to Haagen Daz and had brownies with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107159245387379907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107159245387379907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107159245387379907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107159245387379907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2003/12/weekend-of-football-ice-cream-lotr.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107123426994253003</id><published>2003-12-12T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T00:35:35.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so frustrated! I spent the whole of yesterday not having much work to do and then 5.45pm, my boss tells me I have to work on some figures for this morning's meeting. I asked why he informed me so late and he said he FORGOT!! Forgot!! So I have to suffer because of his forgetfulness??So this morning, I came in early and in a suit because he told me I had to explain the bloody figures to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107123426994253003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107123426994253003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107123426994253003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107123426994253003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-so-frustrated-i-spent-whole-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107115719547505462</id><published>2003-12-11T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T23:40:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, I had a heart to heart with an old uni friend. We sat for hours at Starbucks. Her, asking the same questions that she’s asked me for more than a year now. And me, trying to pluck up the courage to say this - “I think you’ve changed. You’re lost and confused. Until you find yourself again, you’re not going to find the answers you need.” To my surprise, she took it pretty well and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107115719547505462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107115719547505462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107115719547505462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107115719547505462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2003/12/finally-i-had-heart-to-heart-with-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107106989007769528</id><published>2003-12-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:28:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh *looks down at bulging tummy in disgust*. I had to visit Chinatown to get some fish-cakes for tonight. So I decided to try a newly opened Hong Kong café. Ordered fried udon with pork chops and a cup of hot milk tea. The noodles were rather oily, but at long last I’ve found a place that serves decent Hong Kong milk tea. It’s not as good as the ones you can find in Hong Kong but good enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107106989007769528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107106989007769528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107106989007769528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107106989007769528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2003/12/ugh-looks-down-at-bulging-tummy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015286.post-107100040820698812</id><published>2003-12-10T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T04:11:38.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eating this now...Ben &amp; Jerry's Half Baked: Chocolate &amp; Vanilla Ice Creams with Fudge Brownies &amp; Gobs of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough *drool*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/feeds/107100040820698812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015286&amp;postID=107100040820698812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107100040820698812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015286/posts/default/107100040820698812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleyplanet.blogspot.com/2003/12/eating-this-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304119769839884085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
