<?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-19990792</id><updated>2011-11-12T23:24:27.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is too short to eat bad food;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-3151008428114284734</id><published>2008-06-19T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:30:43.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>migrated to xanga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3151008428114284734?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3151008428114284734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3151008428114284734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3151008428114284734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3151008428114284734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3151008428114284734' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-7611847393831563458</id><published>2008-06-14T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:24.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel inspired! its 2 and im just back from lunch and church. have been spending my time online these days looking at people's flickr accounts. ahh some of the photos are seriously quite inspiring. theres a person who took pictures of all the pages of her moleskine and its so damn nice. i love looking at people's journals hahaha. ok not that i do. but i think whats so appealing about journals is that they are full of honesty. well most of them. i think when i was a kid my journals were not very honest though because i knew my sister looked at them occasionally -.- so i ended up writing things in there to spite her. well that was in primary school so i suppose thats quite pardonnable ahha. yea even now i think its hard for me to write a journal without feeling restricted because of my brother whos p2 this yr and adores looking at my stuff. well i tried keeping a journal last year that was quite honest. BUT. everytime i hid it, the next morning, the book would be on the table. it was quite a scary experience because i wrote things that noone knew inside. gah. i think i threw it away in the end. oh wells. but recently ive been thinking of getting myself a moleskine. ive been wanting a journal for a fairly long time so far mainly to pen down my random thoughts everywhere i go. because usually when im on the bus or the car i'd be subconsciously talking to myself (not out loud of course) and thinking about certain things. so i thought that it would be nice if i penned these thoughts down before they vaporize into nothingness. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm but its so hard to find a journal that i love. and a pen that im comfortable with. its not that i dont like using my pilot g1 0.5 pens but thats for schoolwork when everything has to be neat and tidy. oh my handwriting varies with the pen i use. so i think i'd stick to non-inky pens for journals. haha i think im rambling. I WANT A MOLESKINE HAHA i love the way they look so rustic. love love love. just that they are pretty damn expensive =/ ok so either i splurge and get the moleskine or i'll just get the frenchy journal that i saw the other day. i think i'd get the moleskine since i can get better looking frenchy journals in france when i go there this sept ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too cute: http://www.moleskine.com/moleskinerie/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea yesterday's attempt to camp in the balcony failed miserably. it was so damn hot because i was sleeping beside a slab of concrete. but then i had a cool view of the moon and the stars. it was quite a starry night actually and the moon was shining damn brightly. i didnt know moonlight was yellow though... always thought it was white haha. oh and it was quite a pretty sight because the moonlight shone through my balcony window which was somewhat grill-like, like a lattice. so that made some cool patterns on my sofabed. wanted to take some pictures but my lousy dopod couldnt capture anything in the dark. and I WAS SO UNLUCKY!!!!!! it was damn hot so i wanted to shift the living room fan over to the balcony. and half way while i was carrying the fan, it broke into two. grah. i went back to my room shortly after that. oh wells. I WANT TO GO TO THE ASTROTURF AT NIGHT. hahaha shall do that this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel. omg i cant believe he's a kg lighter than me. abit disturbing. anyway i like his skin tone hahahaha go swim more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFS6AAueDNI/AAAAAAAADVg/PWajgwkLooQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFS6AAueDNI/AAAAAAAADVg/PWajgwkLooQ/s400/IMAGE_963.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211995178132180178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new study area. bright sunny windy (at times) nice scenery. this was how it looked like before i started mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFS6Aq4vfjI/AAAAAAAADVo/5xys7rTDV5s/s1600-h/IMAGE_952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFS6Aq4vfjI/AAAAAAAADVo/5xys7rTDV5s/s400/IMAGE_952.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211995189449555506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about an hour's worth of mugging. well its messy but i think its better than studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFS6BH3-8RI/AAAAAAAADVw/kzbRnRalde8/s1600-h/IMAGE_960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFS6BH3-8RI/AAAAAAAADVw/kzbRnRalde8/s400/IMAGE_960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211995197231001874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here. this shot's taken in my room. although there are nice colours and nice scenery, i feel damn cramped studying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFS6Su_UIoI/AAAAAAAADV4/M9t04JZTq8A/s1600-h/Guitar+outing+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFS6Su_UIoI/AAAAAAAADV4/M9t04JZTq8A/s400/Guitar+outing+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211995499788509826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I B MUGGER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7611847393831563458?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7611847393831563458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7611847393831563458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7611847393831563458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7611847393831563458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7611847393831563458' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFS6AAueDNI/AAAAAAAADVg/PWajgwkLooQ/s72-c/IMAGE_963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-3479519023599975562</id><published>2008-06-13T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:07:11.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahah for zts -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio0YbTi87g&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio0YbTi87g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3479519023599975562?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3479519023599975562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3479519023599975562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3479519023599975562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3479519023599975562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3479519023599975562' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-6033725620801743886</id><published>2008-06-12T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:27.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian i failed to study bio again. although bio's quite interesting i hate reading campbell and reece. its like so damn thick. grrr and the information is so scattered. GRRRRRRRR TOMORROW I MUST MUST MUST FINISH STUDYING CELLS. hmm my hols so far has been quite wasted cos i procrastinate ALOT. but this week has been quite eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: i had a mugging session with bingei and vikram in the school library. i didnt do much mugging =/ but at least i managed to borrow the geog tb hahaha! and for the first time, heard bingei beatbox+sing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(having lunch at wahchee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3Fsw9fPI/AAAAAAAADTw/lMu9VdEcO14/s1600-h/IMAGE_880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3Fsw9fPI/AAAAAAAADTw/lMu9VdEcO14/s400/IMAGE_880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211006814899764466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vikram)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3F_K-XAI/AAAAAAAADT4/f67buSAL86Q/s1600-h/IMAGE_881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3F_K-XAI/AAAAAAAADT4/f67buSAL86Q/s400/IMAGE_881.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211006819840711682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3GOm6zrI/AAAAAAAADUA/kkLeA-7xArA/s1600-h/IMAGE_883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3GOm6zrI/AAAAAAAADUA/kkLeA-7xArA/s400/IMAGE_883.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211006823984451250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mug mug mug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3GTR9n5I/AAAAAAAADUI/VoFOLJkyeEQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3GTR9n5I/AAAAAAAADUI/VoFOLJkyeEQ/s400/IMAGE_879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211006825238732690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(curtains)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3Gkd0hSI/AAAAAAAADUQ/b6T9xvya5JE/s1600-h/IMAGE_885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3Gkd0hSI/AAAAAAAADUQ/b6T9xvya5JE/s400/IMAGE_885.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211006829851870498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. i went swimming with tong in the morning (SORRY FOR BEING LATE GIRL!!). after we swam we walked to the library and the sky was SO SO SO SO SO PRETTY. the clouds were all so cottoncandy-esque! i started taking pictures and tong thought i was crazy ahah. anyways in the library i borrowed books for EE while tong read history refernce books. oh and after that we went for movie marathon at rania's. we watched horror films! all the horror films that i've watched so far HAVE NO PLOT. seriously. the endings were also damn predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE9GSgTfNI/AAAAAAAADUY/MgvC5IFlLIY/s1600-h/IMAGE_907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE9GSgTfNI/AAAAAAAADUY/MgvC5IFlLIY/s400/IMAGE_907.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013422100217042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE9MviBhzI/AAAAAAAADUg/1s8ZxbrX7qY/s1600-h/IMAGE_898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE9MviBhzI/AAAAAAAADUg/1s8ZxbrX7qY/s400/IMAGE_898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013532971271986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE9Pa26zTI/AAAAAAAADUo/KXY57WalWq4/s1600-h/IMAGE_903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE9Pa26zTI/AAAAAAAADUo/KXY57WalWq4/s400/IMAGE_903.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013578961374514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE9QYfFulI/AAAAAAAADUw/9aWn2-g6YlI/s1600-h/IMAGE_906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE9QYfFulI/AAAAAAAADUw/9aWn2-g6YlI/s400/IMAGE_906.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013595504425554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE9Q-NvQwI/AAAAAAAADU4/GkNgps9WOvc/s1600-h/IMAGE_895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE9Q-NvQwI/AAAAAAAADU4/GkNgps9WOvc/s400/IMAGE_895.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013605632197378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE90sTATmI/AAAAAAAADVA/GMSwdeeoHfA/s1600-h/IMAGE_914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE90sTATmI/AAAAAAAADVA/GMSwdeeoHfA/s400/IMAGE_914.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211014219297738338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE90wfgPpI/AAAAAAAADVI/a2WtwOpnWuo/s1600-h/IMAGE_915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE90wfgPpI/AAAAAAAADVI/a2WtwOpnWuo/s400/IMAGE_915.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211014220423904914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(muggerrrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE91BRHcvI/AAAAAAAADVQ/74a774nxc2I/s1600-h/IMAGE_916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE91BRHcvI/AAAAAAAADVQ/74a774nxc2I/s400/IMAGE_916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211014224926962418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE91Vpk8MI/AAAAAAAADVY/-Li3bncGS2o/s1600-h/IMAGE_917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE91Vpk8MI/AAAAAAAADVY/-Li3bncGS2o/s400/IMAGE_917.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211014230398267586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember what i did yesterday. i think i spent the whole day home. boring. yay tomorrow i'd be going swimming with tong again at 830! i love love love swimming in the early morning. 1. there'd be noone in the pool. hence cleaner water, no noise and more space. 2. the water would be damnnnnnnnn cold. stirs the blood. 3. wakes me up. oh well. i shall study... chem and math tomorrow. so i can ask ming questions on sat. GRRR BIO. maybe i'd lug campbell and reece to the library on sat too. sian. okokokokokokokokokokok GO PAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM BE AN IB MUGGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. GET A FRAPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-6033725620801743886?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6033725620801743886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=6033725620801743886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/6033725620801743886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/6033725620801743886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#6033725620801743886' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SFE3Fsw9fPI/AAAAAAAADTw/lMu9VdEcO14/s72-c/IMAGE_880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-7820587035280279441</id><published>2008-06-09T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T04:27:10.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Voilà, ma petite Amélie, vous n'avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vous cogner à la vie. Si vous laissez passer cette chance, alors avec le temps, c'est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sec et cassant que mon squelette. Alors, allez-y, nom d'un chien!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7820587035280279441?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7820587035280279441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7820587035280279441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7820587035280279441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7820587035280279441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7820587035280279441' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-3965799617822618091</id><published>2008-06-08T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T06:19:30.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;IF I WERE HIS MOM I'D FORCE HIM TO EAT WORMS&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;worms are quite tasty u noe...&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;okay tats based on the assumption tat mealworms are all worms&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;  ...&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;mealworms are quite nice...&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;squishy.... and slimy...&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;omg whats wrong iwth you.&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;i ate it before...&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;in the birdpark...&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;quite often actually&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH WHAT THE&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;cos my dad works there...&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;some bigshot...&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;so i usually go there every holday&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;TO EAT WORMS?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;then they feed the birds with meal worms&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU STRANGE KID&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;then i just popped one into my mouth la&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;hey it tasted quite good...&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR YOU ARE WEIRDER THAN ME&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;my dad din noe i was eating them till one day he caught me and he was like u are weird...&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;  ... it damn tasty i swear....&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahhahahaah what the ?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;u shld go try&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;you're like yg la&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;huh? y?&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;yg is ur other bf&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;last time he was telling me about eating worms.&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;i am not.&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;lols...&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;-.- what the you damn rubbish la.&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;yea then he was like "its glossy inside and squishy..." ?!&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;actually no&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;its not glossy inside&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;and astro had the ?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?! face hahahahhahaha damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;its glossy outside... crunchy...&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;is it. he said there was some liquid on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;some liquid...&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;like the blood or smth&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;no idea la&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;he said it was transparent o.o&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;just tastes good&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;nah its not&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;aiyo you ah.&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;next time i give you worms for your bday&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;like go to pet shop get for you&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;lol... &lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;omg i swear this is damn strange.&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK ITS NORMAL?!&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;wats normal?&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;eating worms?!&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;wats wrong wif eating worms??&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun says:&lt;br /&gt;they are high in protein...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3965799617822618091?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3965799617822618091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3965799617822618091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3965799617822618091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3965799617822618091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3965799617822618091' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-5847652218106678416</id><published>2008-06-06T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:38:25.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7/6/2008  1:41:37 PM  Ash  Pamelia  i will treat u to whats ur display pic if u top any subject kk haha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:41:44 PM  Pamelia  Ash  siao cannot la. &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:41:45 PM  Ash  Pamelia  top the class... &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:41:50 PM  Ash  Pamelia  i knew it &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:41:51 PM  Pamelia  Ash  WALAU YOU JOKING IS IT &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:41:58 PM  Ash  Pamelia  dats y.. i so brave &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:42:03 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:42:12 PM  Pamelia  Ash  you want to top the class? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:42:35 PM  Pamelia  Ash  serious ah if i top any subject? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:42:41 PM  Pamelia  Ash  SERIOUS SERIOUS? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:42:46 PM  Pamelia  Ash  SERIOUS SERIOUS SERIOUS? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:42:50 PM  Ash  Pamelia  huh &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:42:56 PM  Ash  Pamelia  wait wad u askin? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:42:58 PM  Pamelia  Ash  i will treat u to whats ur display pic if u top any subject kk haha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:43:10 PM  Ash  Pamelia  u treat me..or i treat u? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:43:10 PM  Pamelia  Ash  you sure ah &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:43:14 PM  Pamelia  Ash  you treat me &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:43:22 PM  Pamelia  Ash  serious ah!!!!! ahhahahahhaha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:44:36 PM  Ash  Pamelia  wads ur subject combi? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:44:47 PM  Pamelia  Ash  bcmgfe &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:45:45 PM  Ash  Pamelia  hmmmnnn...ok heres the deal...u top any of the subjects in our class... &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:46:05 PM  Pamelia  Ash  french can? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:46:21 PM  Ash  Pamelia  erm...............to be safe..NO &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:46:28 PM  Pamelia  Ash  EH WHAT IS THIS &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:46:47 PM  Ash  Pamelia  its called a safe deal &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:47:24 PM  Ash  Pamelia  u either take this or the other one &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:47:30 PM  Pamelia  Ash  what the other one? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:47:36 PM  Ash  Pamelia  beat me in chem &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:47:52 PM  Ash  Pamelia  haha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:47:56 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ummmmmmm &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:48:01 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ok i think this one more realistic &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:48:02 PM  Pamelia  Ash  hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:48:09 PM  Ash  Pamelia  cough cough &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:48:26 PM  Pamelia  Ash  this one is just beating one person la! hte other one is like beating everyone including you! &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:48:33 PM  Pamelia  Ash  so of course i pick beat you in chem what &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:48:41 PM  Ash  Pamelia  ok thanx for advisin me abt this one.. &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:48:43 PM  Ash  Pamelia  this one is off &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:49:03 PM  Ash  Pamelia  so u top any subject in class u get it kk &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:49:09 PM  Ash  Pamelia  okk.. stld.. &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:49:17 PM  Ash  Pamelia  wad is it btway ah?  &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:49:19 PM  Pamelia  Ash  OI &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:49:22 PM  Pamelia  Ash  YOU SUCK LA RAJESH &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:49:30 PM  Pamelia  Ash  frappe &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:49:40 PM  Ash  Pamelia  star$? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:50:02 PM  Pamelia  Ash  yea &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:50:15 PM  Ash  Pamelia  the prob is here I already have 3 other bets &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:50:21 PM  Pamelia  Ash  wah you damn lousy la &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:50:25 PM  Pamelia  Ash  who are the 3 people &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:50:37 PM  Ash  Pamelia  haha...marc, joel, naga &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:50:59 PM  Ash  Pamelia  now u r the 4th...haha....u top any subject (even french) u get it k &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:51:12 PM  Pamelia  Ash  okok hahahah but still damn tough la &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:51:16 PM  Pamelia  Ash  timlo is tough competition &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:51:37 PM  Ash  Pamelia  i noe dat..hope that frappe motivates u to mug haha... &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:52:01 PM  Ash  Pamelia  but u will confirm go to focus camp for sure &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:52:16 PM  Pamelia  Ash  OIIIIIIIIIII &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:52:19 PM  Pamelia  Ash  :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:52:25 PM  Pamelia  Ash  *PUNCH* &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:52:30 PM  Pamelia  Ash  *PUNCH**PUNCH**PUNCH**PUNCH**PUNCH* &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:52:37 PM  Ash  Pamelia  u r blur= focus camp to unblur u hahahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:53:13 PM  Pamelia  Ash  lame ah &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:53:17 PM  Pamelia  Ash  eh is your chem good &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:53:39 PM  Ash  Pamelia  erm not dat gd but lydia dint ask me to come for remedial..haha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:54:06 PM  Ash  Pamelia  u noe the list of names for reedial..yup my name wasnt there,,,yay,,,, &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:54:15 PM  Pamelia  Ash  my name wasnt there too &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:56:46 PM  Ash  Pamelia  ok good...another challenge,..if u beat me I will openly admit u r not blur &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:57:16 PM  Pamelia  Ash  beat you in what &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:57:20 PM  Ash  Pamelia  if not u have to well just get owned by all og us &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:57:23 PM  Ash  Pamelia  CHEM!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:57:25 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ok &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:57:34 PM  Ash  Pamelia  yayayayayay...time to own someone.... &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:57:51 PM  Ash  Pamelia  Pam u have too much confidence.. &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:57:53 PM  Pamelia  Ash  SHUT UP LA &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:58:01 PM  Pamelia  Ash  how i knowwwwwwwwwwww all of you seem so pro &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:58:17 PM  Pamelia  Ash  like dont study anyhow bullshit still can get the mark &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:58:36 PM  Ash  Pamelia  huh? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:58:50 PM  Ash  Pamelia  wad did u get for the first and second chem test in term 2? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:58:56 PM  Pamelia  Ash  aiya lousy la &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:58:58 PM  Pamelia  Ash  18/30 &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:04 PM  Ash  Pamelia  1st test? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:06 PM  Pamelia  Ash  yea &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:16 PM  Ash  Pamelia  HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:19 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ?!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:21 PM  Ash  Pamelia  i am backin out already &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:23 PM  Pamelia  Ash  WHAT &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:29 PM  Pamelia  Ash  WHAT &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:30 PM  Pamelia  Ash  WHAT &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:31 PM  Pamelia  Ash  WHAT &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:42 PM  Ash  Pamelia  ok nice talking to u BB&gt;.....u actually passed the 1st test omgomgomgomg &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:53 PM  Pamelia  Ash  uh wait let me think &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  1:59:57 PM  Pamelia  Ash  you said term 2 ah &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:01 PM  Pamelia  Ash  meaning the most recent one? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:05 PM  Ash  Pamelia  yar lar &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:08 PM  Pamelia  Ash  oh that one i think i failed by 1 mark &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:09 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ahhaa &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:11 PM  Pamelia  Ash  what you get &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:13 PM  Ash  Pamelia  scare me lar &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:14 PM  Ash  Pamelia  hahahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:21 PM  Pamelia  Ash  HAHAHAH WAHLAU &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:21 PM  Ash  Pamelia  14/30 aso &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:39 PM  Ash  Pamelia  second test in ter m2 (the motivater) wadya get? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:48 PM  Pamelia  Ash  lol um 22 i think &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:00:51 PM  Ash  Pamelia  yaya &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:01:05 PM  Ash  Pamelia  haha...owned u by 5 marks &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:01:06 PM  Pamelia  Ash  you? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:01:09 PM  Pamelia  Ash  WAHLAU RAJESH &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:01:16 PM  Pamelia  Ash  nvm this coming common test im gonna own you &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:01:29 PM  Ash  Pamelia  u cant own me..i am rather expensive... &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:01:33 PM  Pamelia  Ash  shut up &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:01:55 PM  Ash  Pamelia  waht the hell is wrong with my phone= how abt u r the prob &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:01:56 PM  Ash  Pamelia  hehe &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:02:03 PM  Pamelia  Ash  what laaaaaaaaa &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:02:07 PM  Pamelia  Ash  cannot send smses la &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:02:32 PM  Ash  Pamelia  yar lar the prob is u lar..not ur phone hehe.... &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:02:42 PM  Ash  Pamelia  its not ur hp's fault u cant send sms &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:02:53 PM  Pamelia  Ash  is it then how come! &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:03:09 PM  Ash  Pamelia  huh?? ur engris very gd... &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:03:21 PM  Pamelia  Ash  WHAT &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:03:30 PM  Ash  Pamelia  el &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:03:52 PM  Ash  Pamelia  hey bb5...i nd to study....no point tlakin to blur ppl.. &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:03:59 PM  Pamelia  Ash  WALAU &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:04:04 PM  Pamelia  Ash  FINE WAIT TILL I OWN YOU &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:04:12 PM  Ash  Pamelia  i am waiting... &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:04:20 PM  Ash  Pamelia  waiting................................... &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:04:31 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ROARRRRRRRRRRRRR I WILL BEAT YOU RAJESH &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:04:35 PM  Pamelia  Ash  I'LL MUG CHEM LATER &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:04:35 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ROAR &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:04:49 PM  Ash  Pamelia  i have no doubt in the fact that u can beat me &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:04:56 PM  Ash  Pamelia  its whether u will.. &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:05:08 PM  Pamelia  Ash  omg is that supposed to motivate me or what &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:05:26 PM  Ash  Pamelia  lol4 &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:06:23 PM  Pamelia  Ash  eh what chem topics have you studied for so far &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:07:28 PM  Ash  Pamelia  I am not studyin lar &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:07:30 PM  Ash  Pamelia  jus doin tys &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:07:38 PM  Pamelia  Ash  OMG SERIOUS!? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:07:48 PM  Pamelia  Ash  you rmb all the facts?! &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:08:11 PM  Ash  Pamelia  as in I remember the stuff..so practise...practise helps u recall also wad &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:08:36 PM  Pamelia  Ash  huh so you're just practising? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:08:38 PM  Pamelia  Ash  not mugging? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:09:38 PM  Ash  Pamelia  I kind of mugged already..as in it is not exactly muggin..jus readin thru to rmmbr &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:09:44 PM  Pamelia  Ash  read tb? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:10:24 PM  Ash  Pamelia  nope some cheam guide book  &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:11:20 PM  Pamelia  Ash  -.- for chem? have meh. &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:11:26 PM  Ash  Pamelia  aiyah..muggin doesnt help in chem..must understand..i tink i understand so far so just practise like hell..practise makes perfect u noe..if u tink u can mug ur way to 7..its pretty hard// &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:11:39 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ok fine i shall do what you do ahhahah1 &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:11:48 PM  Pamelia  Ash  make notes for bio and then the rest practise tys &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:11:50 PM  Pamelia  Ash  hahaha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:01 PM  Ash  Pamelia  and that chem book costs around 80 bugs..called chemistry in context...its good &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:12 PM  Pamelia  Ash  wah siao &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:16 PM  Ash  Pamelia  me and marc use it.. &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:20 PM  Pamelia  Ash  the chem tb is useless la &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:31 PM  Pamelia  Ash  i koped my rj's friend's notes &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:36 PM  Pamelia  Ash  *rj &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:36 PM  Ash  Pamelia  agree &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:43 PM  Ash  Pamelia  yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:50 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ???????? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:54 PM  Ash  Pamelia  rj sux &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:12:59 PM  Pamelia  Ash  but her notes are damn god &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:13:01 PM  Ash  Pamelia  and u dont need a level stuff... &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:13:02 PM  Pamelia  Ash  *good &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:13:24 PM  Pamelia  Ash  aiya nvm la you mug your 80 bucks book &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:13:27 PM  Pamelia  Ash  i mug her notes &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:13:30 PM  Pamelia  Ash  see who get higher la &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:13:31 PM  Pamelia  Ash  hahahahhaha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:13:33 PM  Pamelia  Ash  so exciting &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:14:04 PM  Ash  Pamelia  as i tol you...muggin aint gna help..i heard from venthan that there is a lot of analysis q's &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:14:31 PM  Ash  Pamelia  venthan if u dint noe teaches hl chem in our level &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:14:36 PM  Pamelia  Ash  oh &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:14:44 PM  Pamelia  Ash  ok la then i'll prac too &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:15:03 PM  Pamelia  Ash  should i do chem/bio now &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:15:05 PM  Ash  Pamelia  PRACticals dont help.. &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:15:22 PM  Pamelia  Ash  -.- PRACTICE TYS &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:15:26 PM  Ash  Pamelia  -.- kk &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:15:40 PM  Ash  Pamelia  study bio first cuz b and m clash for yall right? &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:15:47 PM  Pamelia  Ash  oh yea. &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:15:49 PM  Pamelia  Ash  hahaha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:15:52 PM  Ash  Pamelia  chem at least got wknd &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:16:07 PM  Pamelia  Ash  -.- ok i shall work hard for my frappe &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:16:16 PM  Ash  Pamelia  u noe all of ur grades will be poor cuz B and m clash &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:16:32 PM  Ash  Pamelia  as in any1 hu takes B and M &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:16:44 PM  Pamelia  Ash  -.- i will be the first  &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:17:09 PM  Ash  Pamelia  goal of the month- cristiano ronaldo's against chelsea &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:17:15 PM  Pamelia  Ash  lame ah &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:17:24 PM  Ash  Pamelia  i can walk &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:17:30 PM  Pamelia  Ash  GO STUDY LA &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:17:57 PM  Ash  Pamelia  i am..i am qte gd at multi tasking..i noe how to distract u and mug e same time haha &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:18:01 PM  Ash  Pamelia  bb4 already &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:18:02 PM  Pamelia  Ash  WALAU &lt;br /&gt;7/6/2008  2:18:07 PM  Pamelia  Ash  hahahaha fine byebye &lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash says:&lt;br /&gt;qte of the month- Pam- the chances of u gtin that frappe is smaller than ur brain&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;EH CAN YOU STOP DISCOURAGING ME.&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;roar&lt;br /&gt;Ash says:&lt;br /&gt;i luve marc's wizardry&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Ash says:&lt;br /&gt;he gave me the idea for dat qte haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;wats with the nick?&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;i have a bet with rajesh&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;good luck with it&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;is he hard to beat&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;but i heard he has been studying hard&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;eeee&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm i shall study HARDER.&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO PAM &lt;br /&gt;BEAT RAJESH IN CHEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5847652218106678416?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5847652218106678416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=5847652218106678416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5847652218106678416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5847652218106678416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#5847652218106678416' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-7684697397139939714</id><published>2008-06-06T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:27.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SEli-19v2NI/AAAAAAAADTk/rItJDC7jMo4/s1600-h/IMAGE_859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SEli-19v2NI/AAAAAAAADTk/rItJDC7jMo4/s400/IMAGE_859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208803275808168146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has been boring boring boring. went out with ming yesterday after not seeing her for half a year? haha IM TALLER THAN HER :D (note the height diff in the photo.) anyways. she ah come out with me still whole day sms her bf. sian. haha went to shop at amk hub. went into this DAMN CUTE FRENCHY SHOP and i saw this SUPER PRETTY JOURNAL that i wanted to buy. it was like hardcover, but covered with white cloth. it had frenchy, quetinblake-y drawings on the inside which made it quite appealing. anyways i was standing there holding the torn and tattered sample in my hand contemplating if i should get it or not cos it was 21 bucks. and the last thing i'd wanna do is get it, scribble on a few pgs and just chuck it aside. cos that has been the case with all the journals that i'd had. anyway. while i was standing there and thinking, someone took the last copy. i asked the shopkeeper but she said they didnt have any more new copies. hai nevermindddddd. i felt quite bad cos after going into the frenchy shop i started emoing. it wasnt because of the journal. the emo vibes suddenly came to me. must have been the emo music (jay chou) playing in the shop. then mingyi kind of got emo too? haha. had some froyo after that which kind of cheered me up. I LOVE FROYO thank god they're relatively healthy if not i'd be like uber fat by now. hmm i think i'll go back to the shop and get myself a nice journal. either that or i'll wait till im in france (SEPTEMBER&lt;3). im sure they have loads of nice frenchy journals there. haha i think i'd go mad in france la. seriously. the CLOTHESSSSSSSSSSSSS. the FOOD and BOOKS CDs... etc exciting exciting exciting fun fun fun! ahhhh i love france i love french. i swear after IB im gonna study french history. damn i should have taken history instead of geog la -.- i need a frappe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SEli-p7SIxI/AAAAAAAADTc/HJ1jqSsUSms/s1600-h/IMAGE_830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SEli-p7SIxI/AAAAAAAADTc/HJ1jqSsUSms/s400/IMAGE_830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208803272576606994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7684697397139939714?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7684697397139939714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7684697397139939714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7684697397139939714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7684697397139939714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7684697397139939714' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SEli-19v2NI/AAAAAAAADTk/rItJDC7jMo4/s72-c/IMAGE_859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-8172764091415548568</id><published>2008-06-04T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T03:45:52.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Adieu, dit-il à la fleur.&lt;br /&gt;Mais elle ne lui répondit pas.&lt;br /&gt;-Adieu, répéta-t-il.&lt;br /&gt;La fleur toussa. Mais ce n'était pas à cause de son rhume.&lt;br /&gt;-J'ai été sotte, lui dit-elle enfin. Je te demande pardon. Tâche d'être heureux.&lt;br /&gt;Il fut surpris par l'absence de reproches. Il restait là tout déconcentré, le globe en l'air. Il ne comprennait pas cette douceur calme.&lt;br /&gt;-Mais oui, je t'aime, lui dit la fleur. Tu n'en a rien su, par ma faute. Cela n'a aucune importance. Mais tu as été aussi sot que moi. Tâche d'être heureux… Laisse ce globe tranquille. Je n'en veux plus.&lt;br /&gt;-Mais le vent…&lt;br /&gt;-Je ne suis pas si enrhumée que ça… L'air frais de la nuit me fera du bien. Je suis une fleur.&lt;br /&gt;-Mais les bêtes…&lt;br /&gt;-Il faut bien que je supporte deux ou trois chenilles si je veux connaître les papillons. Il paraît que c'est tellement beau. Sinon qui me rendra visite? Tu seras loin, toi. Quant aux grosses bêtes, je ne crains rien. J'ai mes griffes.&lt;br /&gt;Et elle montrait naivement ses quatre épines. Puis elle ajouta:&lt;br /&gt;-Ne traîne pas comme ça, c'est agaçant. Tu as décidé de partir. Va-t'en.&lt;br /&gt;Car elle ne voulait pas qu'il la vît pleurer. C'était une fleur tellement orgueilleuse…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Le Petit Prince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-8172764091415548568?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8172764091415548568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=8172764091415548568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8172764091415548568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8172764091415548568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#8172764091415548568' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-1540539192251787864</id><published>2008-06-02T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:27.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit i think im living a halflife. damn i spent the whole day in my room la can you believe it. eating mugging takingphotosofscenery talkingonthephone surfingthenet EVERYTHING IN THE FREAKING ROOM. roar and now the pest is here boring boring boring. ok nvm i shall post the artistic shots that i've taken with my lousy dopod camera (a mere 1.3 mp). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SEP_faixxDI/AAAAAAAADTU/FwDoNJWDzks/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SEP_faixxDI/AAAAAAAADTU/FwDoNJWDzks/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207286509336642610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1540539192251787864?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1540539192251787864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1540539192251787864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1540539192251787864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1540539192251787864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1540539192251787864' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SEP_faixxDI/AAAAAAAADTU/FwDoNJWDzks/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-7375578810806420310</id><published>2008-06-01T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:31:20.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three words running through my brain now: freaking. stupid. screw. seriously how idiotic insensitive and tactless can a person get!? ok for the first time im gonna type everything in english instead of french like how i normally do cos i've been doing french translations for the entire day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firsly. after service today, some teenager walked towards us and said: hi i'm andre nice to meet you. i was half-turning to go to the toilet at that time so he started talking to sam. but anyways from what i heard from marita, sam actually said aloud: i think he has some mental problem. when i got back and i heard that i got pissed. like its bloody rude la. and besides even if he DOES have a mental problem, so what? i mean he's just trying to be friendly. dad heard me chiding sam and he was like: what happened..? in that pam-whats-wrong-again-stop-pmsing tone. i got exasperated and didnt bother explaining. its pissing that he was there with sam and hence he most probably heard what sam said ET POURTANT he was so nonchalant about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. ok just recently. i finished translating "if it kills me" so i decided to take a break from work and go grab food from the kitchen. when i got out of my room, mom and sam were like in front of the computer. i didnt pay much attention but seeing sam's buay song face it must be that he wants to use the computer again la. yea so i guess mom was using the computer to do her officework and sam was like being domineering as usual (how ironic) and sort of "forcing" her to let him play. next thing i heard from inside the room was my mom crying and saying "you forced me to do it". so i guessed she slapped him or something (yea finally). so i got out of the room. and i think the stress and anger caused my mom's gastric problem to trigger again. so she was like clutching her stomach and crying in pain la. seriously damn heartbreaking. i was so freaking pissed i tell you. thats was like the last straw man. the freaking brown blob was still like hovering over the computer, giving the im-so-innocent-cos-im-stoning face. its like you should have freaking known that mom just had an op and you JUST had to make her pissed just cos of your stupid comp addiction. SCREW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i dont understand why i didnt do anything today like give him a slap like i would normally do. guess i was too tired myself. bleah. well all seems fine now; mom looking through her cookbooks, pig stewing in front of the comp. gah but its just so awkwardly quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7375578810806420310?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7375578810806420310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7375578810806420310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7375578810806420310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7375578810806420310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7375578810806420310' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-3911347229170726975</id><published>2008-05-30T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:28.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a mini guitar outing after practice today woohoo. shea got us frappes ahha i feel quite mean actually. frappes are the tastiest things to drink in the universe la.&lt;strong&gt; coffee + LOTS OF caramel + whippedcream!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; ahha it has been a year since i had my last frappe i think. meh. anyways i swear bc has weird eating/drinking habits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. like she &lt;strong&gt;drinks her frappe in layers&lt;/strong&gt;. she'll use her straw like a spoon to eat the whipped cream first. &lt;br /&gt;2. she &lt;strong&gt;smells&lt;/strong&gt; everything she eats before consumption.&lt;br /&gt;3. she &lt;strong&gt;squeezes lime between chopsticks &lt;/strong&gt;(causing the lime to skid across the foodcourt floor haha)&lt;br /&gt;4. omg this is the one that grossed me out the most: she koped some fried thing from me, tasted it, decided she didnt like it, AND &lt;strong&gt;PUT IT BACK ONTO THE PLATE&lt;/strong&gt;. like ew?! ahhahahaaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pam: omg bao what are you doing. why you put it back on the plate?!&lt;br /&gt;bao: oh i didnt like it but i thought you'd like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah too funny. and tony had this HUGE platter of food for lunch! anyways PICTURES. and after that i have my TOK essay to doooo and revise APGP. omg i suck at gp :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_LpoekVhI/AAAAAAAADSU/sFOY6_0RkIk/s1600-h/Guitar+outing+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_LpoekVhI/AAAAAAAADSU/sFOY6_0RkIk/s320/Guitar+outing+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206103610364286482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_Lp4ekViI/AAAAAAAADSc/VdYc3uhbiPo/s1600-h/Guitar+outing+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_Lp4ekViI/AAAAAAAADSc/VdYc3uhbiPo/s320/Guitar+outing+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206103614659253794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_LqIekVjI/AAAAAAAADSk/d4SpG89iKng/s1600-h/Guitar+outing+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_LqIekVjI/AAAAAAAADSk/d4SpG89iKng/s320/Guitar+outing+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206103618954221106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_LqYekVkI/AAAAAAAADSs/hUueJ5oS_y8/s1600-h/Guitar+outing+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_LqYekVkI/AAAAAAAADSs/hUueJ5oS_y8/s320/Guitar+outing+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206103623249188418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_LqoekVlI/AAAAAAAADS0/VflOH2hqd8Y/s1600-h/Guitar+outing+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_LqoekVlI/AAAAAAAADS0/VflOH2hqd8Y/s320/Guitar+outing+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206103627544155730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3911347229170726975?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3911347229170726975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3911347229170726975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3911347229170726975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3911347229170726975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3911347229170726975' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SD_LpoekVhI/AAAAAAAADSU/sFOY6_0RkIk/s72-c/Guitar+outing+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-9034377440887553905</id><published>2008-05-28T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T05:39:08.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i had guitar prac. haha dad could only send me at 8 so i reached school early. so i was a good girl and i studied photosynthesis in the sac. but i started getting bored at abt 835 so i called bao and as usual she was gonna be late again. but lucky for me eugenia was early! she reached at abt 845. so we just chilled there till it was about 855. called tonypaul to check if the room door was open but he didnt answer. so we went up, but only thaddaeus was there and the room was locked. then jlim called. cant rmb exactly what we said but it roughly went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jlim: eh why you call me&lt;br /&gt;pam: eh joshua are you supposed to get the key?&lt;br /&gt;jlim: uh... i think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha damn classic i tell you. the background sounded quite quiet so i suppose he just woke up. so eug and i, we just walked around aimlessly. went to the library walk walk see see. it was about 915 when we decided to call him againnnn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pam: eh are you coming anotttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;jlim: im coming im coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiet background still. so he was probably still at home hahaha! so we went down to the sac to get some drinks. and we met the instructor and the rest downstairs having breakfast hahaha! damn funny. so anyways. we ate and drank till 930, which was when jlim finally came haha. oh and bao arrived at around the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had practice; played beatles medley and attempted kiko (but failed miserably). haha and jlim was being his strange self again. he was like walking around asking people: what's your name? hahha i was too amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when guitar ended tony bao eug and i were on 74 cs bao eug and i had to go get our grad certs. so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pam: eh tony you're like damn stone in church la!&lt;br /&gt;tony: im not stone! i was just listening attentively to the message!&lt;br /&gt;pam: but even when we sing songs you also never sing!&lt;br /&gt;tony: oh thats cos i always sing softly. most church songs are too high for me! so i have to sing in some weird key. like most church songs are in d, then i have to sing in dflat.&lt;br /&gt;pam: ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;near ny, bao found a stalk of lalang. so she started blowing and dispersing it onto our shirts -.- it was kinda gross. haha after we went to ny i just went home. and thats when it started to get boring. photosynthesissssss. i have like 10 more pages. meh. boring. YAY RANIA'S HOUSE TMR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-9034377440887553905?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/9034377440887553905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=9034377440887553905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/9034377440887553905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/9034377440887553905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#9034377440887553905' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-7236007230456742829</id><published>2008-05-27T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:28.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awake when (most of) singapore's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDyVFYekVgI/AAAAAAAADSM/rWvToFFfLDA/s1600-h/IMAGE_673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDyVFYekVgI/AAAAAAAADSM/rWvToFFfLDA/s320/IMAGE_673.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205199189035996674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing; the clarity of one's mind at 7:11 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. im getting sick of my current template.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7236007230456742829?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7236007230456742829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7236007230456742829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7236007230456742829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7236007230456742829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7236007230456742829' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDyVFYekVgI/AAAAAAAADSM/rWvToFFfLDA/s72-c/IMAGE_673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-3936450689309739151</id><published>2008-05-27T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:30.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what i eat on a rainy day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baked cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZooekVbI/AAAAAAAADRk/BreeCmW_9_0/s1600-h/IMAGE_666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZooekVbI/AAAAAAAADRk/BreeCmW_9_0/s320/IMAGE_666.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204993086440363442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZo4ekVcI/AAAAAAAADRs/qVUQM5fV0ME/s1600-h/IMAGE_667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZo4ekVcI/AAAAAAAADRs/qVUQM5fV0ME/s320/IMAGE_667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204993090735330754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour caramel over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZpIekVdI/AAAAAAAADR0/B1duLe4mJfU/s1600-h/IMAGE_669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZpIekVdI/AAAAAAAADR0/B1duLe4mJfU/s320/IMAGE_669.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204993095030298066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZpYekVeI/AAAAAAAADR8/OS1kqqSf2pc/s1600-h/IMAGE_670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZpYekVeI/AAAAAAAADR8/OS1kqqSf2pc/s320/IMAGE_670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204993099325265378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZpYekVfI/AAAAAAAADSE/QJaOley9wCU/s1600-h/IMAGE_671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZpYekVfI/AAAAAAAADSE/QJaOley9wCU/s320/IMAGE_671.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204993099325265394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha essentially that was supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;applesauce spice bars&lt;/strong&gt;. anyways im a happy girl today. woohoo. finished most of my homework &lt;em&gt;sauf&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TOK and chem past year papers&lt;/strong&gt;. meh but thats okay. tmr i'll be going to rania's house after guitar! that means. &lt;strong&gt;HEROES&lt;/strong&gt;. and of course &lt;strong&gt;mugging&lt;/strong&gt;. IM RUNNING OUT OF BLOGS TO READ. especially since so many people are at wow/overseas. but shopping yesterday was quite fun. was carrying around a &lt;strong&gt;huge haversack &lt;/strong&gt;cos i had to return my library books. but that's okay cos haversacks 1. &lt;strong&gt;feel mighty comfortable on my shoulders &lt;/strong&gt;2. make everything seem lighter 3. make me feel like an amazing race participant hoho 4. make me feel like some studious kid 5. &lt;strong&gt;have plenty of straps to busy my hands with.&lt;/strong&gt; yeap abraham was there too. we played with his vidcam, did stupid things like &lt;strong&gt;posing with jamieoliver &lt;/strong&gt;haha. meh went to kino and hmvvvv. there iwatched &lt;strong&gt;sky of love &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;august rush&lt;/strong&gt;. I WANT TO WATCH SKY OF LOVE. although the plot seems quite &lt;em&gt;cliche&lt;/em&gt; but nevermind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY FOR PAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3936450689309739151?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3936450689309739151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3936450689309739151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3936450689309739151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3936450689309739151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3936450689309739151' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDvZooekVbI/AAAAAAAADRk/BreeCmW_9_0/s72-c/IMAGE_666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-854007237827746105</id><published>2008-05-27T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:22:42.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahahah damn spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;uh deers is a word right&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;nope...&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;no?!&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;u mean u din noe?&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;nooo?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;  a&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;wat a jk...&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;then whats the plural for deer&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;dear&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;no!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;it is&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SERIOUS!??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;u mean u din noe?&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;eh you lying is it&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;are u serious?&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;when  ve i lied to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;uh all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;pam i thought u were dumb and blur...&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;but not this dumb and blur&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;VIKRMAM&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;VIKRAM&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;SAY SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;how can u not noe the plural for deer is dear&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;i aint sure too&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;was watching the video just now&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;deer   Audio Help   /dɪər/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[deer] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation &lt;br /&gt;–noun, plural &lt;strong&gt;dear&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt; 1. any of several ruminants of the family Cervidae, most of the males of which  ve solid, deciduous antlers.  &lt;br /&gt;2. any of the smaller species of this family, as distinguished from the moose, elk,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;see there is prove&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG SHOBAN YOU SO STUPID&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;deer   Audio Help   /dɪər/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[deer] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation &lt;br /&gt;–noun, &lt;strong&gt;plural deer, (occasionally) deers.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;u actually went to check&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhahhahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;   cld  ve pulled ur leg...&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU DAMN STUPID LA&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;but i din noe the plural of deer was deer&lt;br /&gt;Bunbun-   says:&lt;br /&gt;tats damn cool&lt;br /&gt;Pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah omg you too amusing&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;i had the hunch it was the same&lt;br /&gt;Vikram says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-854007237827746105?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/854007237827746105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=854007237827746105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/854007237827746105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/854007237827746105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#854007237827746105' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-5804020133910524570</id><published>2008-05-26T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:33:30.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, tell me you know&lt;br /&gt;That you've figured me out&lt;br /&gt;Something gave it away&lt;br /&gt;And it would be such a beautiful moment&lt;br /&gt;To see the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I know that you know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;You know nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5804020133910524570?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5804020133910524570/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>bao don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pourquoiestcequejetaimejenepeutpastrouverlaraison...!cesttropepuisantpourmoipeutetrecestunjeupourtoi?nestcepas?&lt;br /&gt;cestunjeuaproposdejoueravecmesemotionsetmerendtriste&lt;br /&gt;oupeutetretunesaispasquecequetufaisateleffetenmoi.&lt;br /&gt;toutcequejeveuxsavoirestsitumaimes,c'esttout.&lt;br /&gt;repondjustecettequestionestjeseraicontenten'importetonreciproque.&lt;br /&gt;maintenantjepensequejedoisessayertevoircommeunami.&lt;br /&gt;lamouretlesemotionspourquoiestcequevousetessidifficileacomprendre.&lt;br /&gt;jeveuxpleurerp.s.mercia___et___pourvosaidesdanscetempsdifficile.&lt;br /&gt;ettoin'inquietepas,jed'accordavecca. monchereamienepermetpascametentrenous&lt;br /&gt;pam. demaintuvasfairedushoppingavectonamie,etreheureuse;oubliecesemotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3139666822862083199?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3139666822862083199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3139666822862083199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3139666822862083199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3139666822862083199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3139666822862083199' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-6064413390856800983</id><published>2008-05-23T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:17:52.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah ah ah ah jason mrazzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his voice is seriously damn sexyyyyy omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GluUO7P6nVY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GluUO7P6nVY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-6064413390856800983?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6064413390856800983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=6064413390856800983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/6064413390856800983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/6064413390856800983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#6064413390856800983' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-7123152786002571878</id><published>2008-05-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:30.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>koped from nygz shutterfly woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDbnKIekVHI/AAAAAAAADN8/WRf9orwOtm4/s1600-h/47b8db31b3127cce98548bc3e82700000057100AasWjJmzbtmNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDbnKIekVHI/AAAAAAAADN8/WRf9orwOtm4/s320/47b8db31b3127cce98548bc3e82700000057100AasWjJmzbtmNA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203600580733588594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDbnKYekVII/AAAAAAAADOE/utudocHvw6M/s1600-h/47b8db31b3127cce98548bc2691600000057100AasWjJmzbtmNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDbnKYekVII/AAAAAAAADOE/utudocHvw6M/s320/47b8db31b3127cce98548bc2691600000057100AasWjJmzbtmNA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203600585028555906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDbnKoekVJI/AAAAAAAADOM/_4vSe2cdKrk/s1600-h/47b8db31b3127cce98548bd8690c00000057100AasWjJmzbtmNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDbnKoekVJI/AAAAAAAADOM/_4vSe2cdKrk/s320/47b8db31b3127cce98548bd8690c00000057100AasWjJmzbtmNA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203600589323523218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDbnKoekVKI/AAAAAAAADOU/n2WhL6w13fc/s1600-h/47b8db31b3127cce98548bda690e00000057100AasWjJmzbtmNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDbnKoekVKI/AAAAAAAADOU/n2WhL6w13fc/s320/47b8db31b3127cce98548bda690e00000057100AasWjJmzbtmNA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203600589323523234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay today shall be a sleep-before-12 night hoho. tomorrow will be a fun fun fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7123152786002571878?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7123152786002571878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7123152786002571878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7123152786002571878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7123152786002571878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7123152786002571878' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SDbnKIekVHI/AAAAAAAADN8/WRf9orwOtm4/s72-c/47b8db31b3127cce98548bc3e82700000057100AasWjJmzbtmNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-8602697222962943222</id><published>2008-05-23T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:21:33.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vc_RIRCAF_w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vc_RIRCAF_w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread the jason mraz love y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-8602697222962943222?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8602697222962943222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=8602697222962943222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8602697222962943222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8602697222962943222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#8602697222962943222' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-2626903428057417961</id><published>2008-05-22T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:26:55.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think now's the point of time in my life when im thinking that everything's just not enough. school seems so distant from my dreams and aspirations, and even my dreams and aspirations seem so farawayyyyy and quite unrealistic. meh enough of emoness. i should be a happy girl and be content with what i have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha damn i forgot what i was gonna blog about. hm guitar practices lately have been fun omg. playing with the main ensemble is love. because i can actually play (not all but most woohoo)! and the instructors are damn cute haha. haha not the legolas kind of cute, more like bartsimpson. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapppp i feel damn slack. have not started revision, have not finished homework (tok essay, iop essay). MEHMEHJIAKCAO. grr. okok i shall make tomorrow a meaningful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2626903428057417961?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2626903428057417961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2626903428057417961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2626903428057417961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2626903428057417961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#2626903428057417961' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-2789726382269109505</id><published>2008-05-21T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:41:50.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just went to the hospital. what can i say. it's been an utterly depressing night. im so freaking scared and sad. and before i left i saw the tubes and bags of liquid. and i just felt so immensely afraid. i knew that it would happen sooner or later, but i thought that just by not thinking about it, there would be a possibility that it'd never happen. well. im just hoping c'est tout. btw thanks for the smses shoban, it really meant alot to me. and thanks to all you out there who cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/erT6e1HXE3k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/erT6e1HXE3k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2789726382269109505?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2789726382269109505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2789726382269109505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;riendutout.&lt;br /&gt;parcequetunemeveuxpasinqueter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pourquoiest-cequecasepasse?!&lt;br /&gt;jenepeuxpasimaginermaviesanstoi.&lt;br /&gt;dieu,s'ilvousplait,non.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'entendslaviesorttavoix.&lt;br /&gt;jaipeur.&lt;br /&gt;jesuisdesoleepourtoutesleschosesquej'aifait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etpourtoi,&lt;br /&gt;tunesaispaslorsqueaarreter,&lt;br /&gt;n'est-cepas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what, so I've got a smile on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-4694124261999386707?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4694124261999386707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=4694124261999386707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4694124261999386707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4694124261999386707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#4694124261999386707' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-5633878068201493536</id><published>2008-05-16T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:44:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;comment est-ce que tu peux être telle calme dans cette situation, ça m'étonne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5633878068201493536?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5633878068201493536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=5633878068201493536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5633878068201493536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5633878068201493536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#5633878068201493536' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-3207583268222313418</id><published>2008-05-14T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T05:15:22.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha so many photos woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.co.uk&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.co.uk%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fpameliachia%2Falbumid%2F5200200630420459553%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.co.uk&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.co.uk%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fpameliachia%2Falbumid%2F5200192225169460833%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.co.uk&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.co.uk%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fpameliachia%2Falbumid%2F5199865846309670065%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3207583268222313418?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3207583268222313418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3207583268222313418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3207583268222313418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3207583268222313418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3207583268222313418' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-1511469618555300872</id><published>2008-05-13T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:40:00.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe I have inside of me &lt;br /&gt;Everything that I need to live a bountiful life&lt;br /&gt;With all the love alive in me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand as tall as the tallest tree&lt;br /&gt;And I’m thankful for each day that I’m given&lt;br /&gt;Both the easy and the hard ones I’m livin'&lt;br /&gt;But most of all I’m thankful for&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' who I really am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-YQoFu4Lao&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-YQoFu4Lao&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1511469618555300872?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1511469618555300872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1511469618555300872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1511469618555300872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1511469618555300872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1511469618555300872' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-3612871745899507442</id><published>2008-05-12T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:28:30.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont understand myself haha. i could have slept way before 12, and yet i chose to stay up late. it's 1:20 AM now and im in the balcony besides the goldfishes. terrapins and crabs haha. i feel quite serene. hmmm i feel glad that i made that resolution. although im like quite sad, but i suppose it's the right choice :) anyways. I HAVE NOT MADE MY MOM ANYTHING FOR MOTHER'S DAY. ok i shall do it tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar i feel quite confused now. oh no this is turning out to be another emo post. hahaha no la. although im feeling confused, i feel quite blessed actually. like today woohoo i had time to interact with friends ahha. and i watched a rugby match for the first time in my life! it was. quite traumatizing. cos when i saw the players falling and their faces contorted in agony, i thought of the time when i fell down during guitar camp. which was really quite painful haha. yea so in a way i could relate to their pain. and bao was especially shocked when she heard that i have never ever watched a rugby match, neither on tv nor in reality ahha. but it was quite cool. took pictures of the match! and the dance. hahaha! will post them another day i suppose. i feel too lazy to walk over to my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. crap i forgot what i wanted to blog about. ok nevermindddd. i'll blog when i remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3612871745899507442?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3612871745899507442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3612871745899507442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3612871745899507442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3612871745899507442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3612871745899507442' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-1533943112843000746</id><published>2008-05-11T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:31.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SCagtuj5TKI/AAAAAAAAC9o/8jeRNhCRfEw/s1600-h/IMAGE_293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SCagtuj5TKI/AAAAAAAAC9o/8jeRNhCRfEw/s320/IMAGE_293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199019527298960546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUZHENGERS GO UPLOAD PHOTOS!! :):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1533943112843000746?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1533943112843000746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1533943112843000746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1533943112843000746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1533943112843000746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1533943112843000746' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SCagtuj5TKI/AAAAAAAAC9o/8jeRNhCRfEw/s72-c/IMAGE_293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-5115516896043342653</id><published>2008-05-09T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:41:40.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fpameliachia%2Falbumid%2F5198416731839490305%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5115516896043342653?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5115516896043342653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=5115516896043342653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5115516896043342653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5115516896043342653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#5115516896043342653' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-7903298314319244283</id><published>2008-05-07T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:05:31.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i was having a phone conversation with tim lo over msn to teach him math. or rather to revise together. and i was listening to your body is a wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timlo: pam, what are you listening to? is it alice in wonderland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timlo's damn classic la i swear. he has all sorts of cartoon ideas. like he thought terrapins were baby frogs?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pam: eh timlo you're damn classic la you know that. rmb the time when you said terrapins were baby frogs?&lt;br /&gt;timlo: oh haha i had a pam moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever timmm. but i feel quite good for my math test now. considering that paranoid timlo was so scared for the test that he decided to pray for us both over msn. ok la thanks tim. although your not gonna see this since you dont know my blog url. damn it's past 12. IM SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING. noooo i shall aim to pack my bag in less than 30 mins from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7903298314319244283?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7903298314319244283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7903298314319244283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7903298314319244283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7903298314319244283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7903298314319244283' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-4808719876412680114</id><published>2008-05-05T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T03:17:39.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;c'est pour faire parler les curieux.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel liberated :) thinking positively, now i do not have watch my tongue carefully when i talk to bao and i can just tell her what i've been keeping secret for 5 months!? haha that's a good thing. yay i'm going shopping with her tomorrow! and at the same time i'm gonna pick up &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;alice sebold&lt;/em&gt;. come to think of it, i've never gone shopping with bao before... ok nvm tmr will be a fun day. iblife's starting to get stressful. nvm practise good time management pam :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE WOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IOP essay (send to tokiop@gmail.com)&lt;br /&gt;2. "Relationships lie at the heart of good fiction."  Compare 2 works of literature in your study in the light of this statement.&lt;br /&gt;3. update cas file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. print french essay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. do french essay&lt;br /&gt;3. study for math test - f(x)s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. bring passport!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. bio IA - simulation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. ring kino up to reserve a copy of lucky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can finish all i have today. i'll be a happy girl. although im quite happy already :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-4808719876412680114?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4808719876412680114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=4808719876412680114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4808719876412680114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4808719876412680114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#4808719876412680114' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-1023441945653899204</id><published>2008-05-03T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T08:10:29.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brain feels like a jigsaw puzzle now. shall write in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-got suaned so much today (ok la. add some pizzazz to my mundane life)&lt;br /&gt;-felt quite productive today&lt;br /&gt;-proud of myself for spending 5 hrs in total on tok&lt;br /&gt;-i was at the astroturf from 630 to 9! &lt;br /&gt;-i like sitting on grass.&lt;br /&gt;-i like the cool breeze at night.&lt;br /&gt;-i hate the noises of cars going by&lt;br /&gt;-i like talking to friends at night&lt;br /&gt;-caleb's damn evil&lt;br /&gt;-my feet are quite dirty now from walking barefooted&lt;br /&gt;-i like humming your body is a wonderland to myself in open air&lt;br /&gt;-im starting to like the meepok in school.&lt;br /&gt;-i hate the long car/busrides home&lt;br /&gt;-excited when kiran replied&lt;br /&gt;-i secretly enjoy emailing teachers&lt;br /&gt;-i enjoy webcamming&lt;br /&gt;-i talked to many many people on msn&lt;br /&gt;-i ate my first munchy donut in a month - chocolate icing, raspberry jam&lt;br /&gt;-i hate being daoed.&lt;br /&gt;-i swear im so gonna get suaned on monday&lt;br /&gt;-i hate myself for being dao.&lt;br /&gt;-DONT DISCRIMINATE&lt;br /&gt;-oh my sexy vaio&lt;br /&gt;-YAY COMMUNION TMR&lt;br /&gt;-ohno hw.&lt;br /&gt;-oh man it's 11:01&lt;br /&gt;-i like my soap&lt;br /&gt;-i should stop emoing&lt;br /&gt;-i wonder why i'm so affected&lt;br /&gt;-I NEED MY PRIVACY.&lt;br /&gt;-leave me alone, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i feel like a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;-i dont need a smartphone&lt;br /&gt;-i need... hm what do i need.&lt;br /&gt;-i feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;-i like my friends&lt;br /&gt;-stop speculating, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i hate it when &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; label random people as my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;-and spread spread spread.&lt;br /&gt;-i feel bad when im emoing and people are talking to me animatedly.&lt;br /&gt;-life is strange.&lt;br /&gt;-stop staring.&lt;br /&gt;-i want to be frank.&lt;br /&gt;-damn tired to the extent that i cant tell if its physical or mental&lt;br /&gt;-i could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;-the human mind is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes i just want people to stop suaning me.&lt;br /&gt;-i think i am a joke.&lt;br /&gt;-stop emoing pam.&lt;br /&gt;-ignored.&lt;br /&gt;-10th may!&lt;br /&gt;-xxxxxxxxxxxxxx &lt;br /&gt;-wanted to say something but cant say&lt;br /&gt;-when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 yr, 1/4 iblife gone.&lt;br /&gt;-forget it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1023441945653899204?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1023441945653899204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1023441945653899204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1023441945653899204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1023441945653899204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1023441945653899204' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-6038417637901267158</id><published>2008-05-02T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:39:19.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. today it feels as though the world hates me. haha not being emo or anything but SERIOUSLY. WHY AM I SO SUAY. like when i tried to zip my pencilcase, the whole zip came out. so now there are like a thousand and one pens and alot of junk (read sweetwrappers, random post-its, pencil lead, eraser dust....!!!) swimming around in my bag. gah. and then i was just being a good girl and actually start doing my chem ia. BUT THEN BUT THEN. SUDDENLY THE PAPER FLEW OUT OF THE WINDOW. I AM NOT KIDDING. so in the end i had to get grace to scan the qn paper for me. THANKS GRACE. grah the world hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqvETYtyFHI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqvETYtyFHI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-6038417637901267158?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6038417637901267158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=6038417637901267158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/6038417637901267158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/6038417637901267158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#6038417637901267158' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-4854357690420360957</id><published>2008-04-30T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:28:57.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGG MY HAIR IS SO FREAKING UGLYYYYYYYYY. the hairdresser went to make it more layered. so it's like untieable now. roarrrr and my emo fringe is too short too haha. walau and that stupid rajesh keeps calling me mariapam. fine la whateverrrrrrrrrrrrr. roar i wanna hide my head behind a paper bag. roarrrrrr. nevermind pam it'll growwwwwwwwww. gah i hope it grows alot tmr. so i can tie my hair on friday. WALAU AND CONCERT IS ON 10TH MAY. dangggggg. grow hair grow!!!!!!!!!!!!! how to face the world la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT BEN AND JERRY'S NEW FLAVOR - CHEESECAKE BROWNIES. awesomeness. someone get me a tub, i'd be eternally grateful hahahahahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah WORK WORK WORK WORK IS KILLING MY ZEST. REVIVE ME SOMEONE. SAVE ME FROM THE TOK SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6C_A8VZmZhs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6C_A8VZmZhs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-4854357690420360957?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4854357690420360957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=4854357690420360957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4854357690420360957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4854357690420360957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#4854357690420360957' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-7573592024537701865</id><published>2008-04-28T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:31.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SBX2gmoCqEI/AAAAAAAACk4/RfAWrn4Xmy0/s1600-h/IMAGE_521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SBX2gmoCqEI/AAAAAAAACk4/RfAWrn4Xmy0/s320/IMAGE_521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194328785226475586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man im starting to feel emo again. I MISS GUZHENG =( suddenly when i read cm's post everything about concert and syf just started flooding in. all the practices, skipping lunches, sectionals, meetings, the emo-shit, the nightmares (HAHA RANIA), roar all of these memories are like crashing against my walls of my skull and i don't know what i'm talking about anymore. feel so incoherent. there's this void? i dont know. this time last year we were like frantically having sectionals and all. and i really miss that. oh man. i really really really miss you all. esp gz 3s. omg i rmb the last time i felt like this was right after syf. it was the "i cant wait to see everyone tmr! i miss everyone (though i saw them ytd)". talking to lydia, emo music playing, crying like shit haha. GUZHENG 3 I REALLY MISS ALL OF YOU. so irreplaceable. i really really mean it. guzheng has taught me so so so much i cannot express how much. oh man i dont want to cry on the 10th of may. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg and chongmin you just had to type this kind of emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And y'know, strangely, i'm missing this senior a lot. She left us last year. I really admired her, SYF and concert stress may have gotten her down, but she never failed to stand up again, to lead the ensemble, to lead part3. She sacrificed so much for NYGZ, and its ironic, really. I talk about sacrificing time, and whatever, but what i've done is nothing compared to what she's sacrificed. She was the SC last year, and it was her, that taught me the meaning of being an ensemble, it was her that taught me the importance of a conductor, it was her that inspired and motivated me to be a conductor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet after SYF, it feels as though we've drifted apart so much we stopped talking as much as we used to, and i really miss talking to her and all. I don't know, nothing makes sense anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEER UP EVERYONE PLSPLSPLS. LYDIA VIVIEN CHONGMIN AND ALL YOU OUT THERE WHO ARE EMO. CHEERUPPPPP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lydia, pls pls pls don't get too stressed over the conducting, your schwork and stuff. omg im so freaking sad now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7573592024537701865?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7573592024537701865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7573592024537701865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7573592024537701865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7573592024537701865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7573592024537701865' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/SBX2gmoCqEI/AAAAAAAACk4/RfAWrn4Xmy0/s72-c/IMAGE_521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-2775270677555545174</id><published>2008-04-26T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T08:25:19.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOHOHOHO MY NEW SEXY LAPPIE'S HEREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, pictures are not showing. but i'll post them pretty damn soon. anyways. tmr i'd be doing hw at rania's house again woohoo yay. can continue watching heroes ahha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar im starting to think that operation dd's not that good an idea anymore =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2775270677555545174?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2775270677555545174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2775270677555545174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2775270677555545174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2775270677555545174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#2775270677555545174' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-5129533898858870225</id><published>2008-04-25T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:12:31.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday has been a fabulous day. after school we had an easy, west lecture which i was late for cos i was photocopying geog notes. anyways after that i stayed back in school cos rania asked me to go to her house at FIVE to bake a cake for her friend. so i went to the library to do work. and i finished 9/10 of my bio ia. damn proud of myself. haha im damn fired up to do better for my ias after seeing the results that i've got so far. ROAR GO ME. then at about 4 something i went home with bao, whose chinese a2 class just ended. she dropped at ny to get her cert while i dropped at coro to wait for rania. that woman was late la as usual, but thankfully not very. so we bought the ingredients before going to her house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her house is freaking huge laaaaaa. anyways. we baked and watched heroes. yea quite nice. and FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A MONTH I FINALLY USED MSN. feel so liberated. and we got to see zhangquan through webcam hoho. it was damnnnnnnnnn amusing cos he looked like he was dozing off half the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fpameliachia%2Falbumid%2F5193354188427536145%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you rania for being such a fabulous host! i enjoyed myself tremendously hoho. yay let's bake again some time soon. or i'll do homework at your place yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the d-d project begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5129533898858870225?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5129533898858870225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=5129533898858870225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5129533898858870225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5129533898858870225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#5129533898858870225' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-9102212253018565264</id><published>2008-04-23T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:40:56.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha has been quite a long time since i'd last uploaded pictures onto the blog. roar feeling quite groggy now. basically the sequence of events after school was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the busstop w bao&lt;br /&gt;realised that i'd left my tout droit in the sac&lt;br /&gt;went back to get it&lt;br /&gt;met zhang&lt;br /&gt;bao got a donut&lt;br /&gt;walked w zhang and bao to bus stop&lt;br /&gt;took mrt instead of bus &lt;br /&gt;talked to jlee sam and zhang on mrt&lt;br /&gt;MRT HAD NO SEAT SO I WAS STANDING FOR 1 HR =(&lt;br /&gt;went to bishan library&lt;br /&gt;borrowed book&lt;br /&gt;helped sam look for books but didnt find the ones she wanted&lt;br /&gt;took bus home&lt;br /&gt;took out contacts&lt;br /&gt;slept for 2 hrs&lt;br /&gt;showered&lt;br /&gt;ate chicken pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am! anyway pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fpameliachia%2Falbumid%2F5192417636448904385%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-9102212253018565264?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/9102212253018565264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=9102212253018565264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/9102212253018565264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/9102212253018565264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#9102212253018565264' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-2010093862042303631</id><published>2008-04-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T07:21:54.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can listen to this all day. it's like not-so-high version of "now that you're near"; the lyrics are damn meaningful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUg_EJg3SR4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUg_EJg3SR4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2010093862042303631?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2010093862042303631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2010093862042303631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2010093862042303631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2010093862042303631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#2010093862042303631' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-9150887229617331202</id><published>2008-04-22T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T05:55:31.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, a long-awaited compliment hoho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;01:13:53Trust in God, he takes care of anytin says: funniest gal ever met= pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:14:07I say: is that a gd thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:14:23Trust in God, he takes care of anytin says: erm some sense yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is for my dear friend bc, since she requested for me to blog about her awesomeness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust in God, he takes care of anytin says: i tink the blurest i have met thus far is actually BAO CHENG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-9150887229617331202?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/9150887229617331202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=9150887229617331202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/9150887229617331202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/9150887229617331202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#9150887229617331202' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-493776204747985585</id><published>2008-04-19T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T07:21:57.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG SO APT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fermer les yeux sur ce qui nous ronge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFZT--QjLXg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFZT--QjLXg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-493776204747985585?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/493776204747985585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=493776204747985585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/493776204747985585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/493776204747985585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#493776204747985585' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-8698846605187679206</id><published>2008-04-17T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:13:16.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY HAS BEEN AN AWESOME DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2.4 and sera ran with me! she was super encouraging and understanding thruout the run. like she kept spouting words of encouragement. after the third round i felt like dying and i kept whining ahha. i was like "sera i feel like dying" "my soles are burning" "slow down seraaaaaa". but she was like super patient with me and kept motivating me to keep running. YAY THANK YOU SERAAAAAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guitar was fun today! i was damn highhhhh. hahaha we sang christian songs like NOW THAT YOU'RE NEAR &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 and bao sang her theme songs a.k.a "your body is a wonderland" and "way back into love". hohoho. oh and i realise that i sing to myself subconsciously. it was really strange cos i was listening to music on my dopod. like get-high songs like bittersweet and get-emo songs like here w/o you. and suddenly bao was like "eh you damn loud leh" then i realised that i was actually singing out loud. literally. damn. so paisehhhh. aiyo. but i like singing :) haha i dont know how people can tahan listening to get-high/emo songs and NOT sing out loud. you have to have a shitload of self-control to do that la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PRIYA OWNSSSSSSSSS. she's damn inspiring!!! omg yesterday she was like talking to us in class and she said it doesn't matter if we don't get a 7 at the end of ib, what matters is that we truly enjoy the subject and french culture. YEAH TO HELL WITH THE SEVENNNNNNN. I LOVE FRENCHHHH. can't wait for my vacation to france in september! i think i'll go crazy there la! all the foodclothescdsbooks omgomgomg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyy. my school life is suffused with funness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-8698846605187679206?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8698846605187679206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=8698846605187679206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8698846605187679206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8698846605187679206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#8698846605187679206' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-3182094591047359854</id><published>2008-04-16T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:47:34.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even if your hands are shaking &lt;br /&gt;And your faith is broken &lt;br /&gt;Even as the eyes are closing &lt;br /&gt;Do it with a heart wide open &lt;br /&gt;Why? Say what you need to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3182094591047359854?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3182094591047359854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3182094591047359854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3182094591047359854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3182094591047359854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3182094591047359854' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-661707436355959810</id><published>2008-04-13T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:21:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg im damn proud of myself. i'll say that again. PAM IM SO PROUD OF YOU. haha. i finished more than i'd expected to do. feel damn high. got nice songs blasting away. and some booze in the fridge from last night's party. shiraz+ribena's damn nice la. OMG IT'S GONE. aiyo. feel damn deprived. ok nvm. i finished my bio ia and mock iop prep. surprisingly the mock iop thing was quite quick to finish, considering that i made slides and got my points out by the time my family brought back my lunch. hm im left with some tok nonsense, trigo worksheet, and french revision. roar french test tmr =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to really start planning my revision. feeling damn freaked out la. ROAR GO ME!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-661707436355959810?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/661707436355959810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=661707436355959810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/661707436355959810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/661707436355959810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#661707436355959810' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-2573029822202654733</id><published>2008-04-12T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:34:51.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i love love love reading up on molecular gastronomy. haha it's freaking cool. we had this prac that has got to do with creating alginate beads for bio, something like what's shown on this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Spherification. Also known as ravioli (not the kind you eat with marinara sauce), spheres are what you get when you mix liquid food with sodium alginate, then dunk it in a bath of calcium chloride. A sphere looks and feels like caviar, with a thin membrane that pops in your mouth, expunging a liquid center. Popular experiments from the chefs above have included ravioli made from purées of things like mangoes and peas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gV_oIuQEmGE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gV_oIuQEmGE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more cool videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6CLoRuvGcY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6CLoRuvGcY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ok3IP201zHw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ok3IP201zHw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah heston blumenthal's tres chic. his lab is too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNX_6qBH8Js&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNX_6qBH8Js&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GzJiZnqNAY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GzJiZnqNAY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9tS9QBB_vQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9tS9QBB_vQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;". . . I see a little technical information as liberating, something that enhances creativity. If you know the limiting factors in a recipe, you're free to go wild with the rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGG INSPIRATION OVERLOAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2573029822202654733?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2573029822202654733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2573029822202654733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2573029822202654733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2573029822202654733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#2573029822202654733' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-310480695778656228</id><published>2008-04-11T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T04:43:33.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was such a strange strange day! it started off awesome. like though i was late, IT RAINED. thank god. i was damn tired cos i've been sleeping at 1/2 recently. so i was damn groggy in the morning. and jgoh was like "aha pam i nv see you so sleepy before" or smth like that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first lesson was math, and i sat on my new favorite seat - the one on the outside, closest to the centre. i was damn glad that i could focus and do the questions on my own hoho. yea so it was kind of like an ego boost. then we had english! watched people do iops and got spooked. roar it's like the best speaker in class, harsh, actually got lower than 20?! and the range was like 13-19 omg. man, im gonna fail. roar nvm I SHALL STRIVE TO GET 20 OR ABOVE. HOHO. go me!!!!!! oh and i finally bought siddhartha. and I WAS EARLY FOR BIO CLASS =) HOHOHO. so proud of myself. and i could actually answer william lai's questions! hahaha im totally zihighing now. haha but really it's quite an achievement. yesterday william lai was like quizzing me about the school compound la. asking me qns like "how many staffrooms are there", "how many general offices are there", "what level is the admin office" etc. cos i &lt;s&gt;am&lt;/s&gt; was always late for bio class. so i think he assumed that i got lost or smth. uh the only question i answered correctly was "what level is the bio lab at". oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that the whole day kind of went downhill. just got damn tired. like i slept during geog class. like OH MY GOD. it's actually my first time sleeping in class?!?!?!??!!? like normally i just rest my head on the table and close my eyes, but today when i did that i actually dozed off. so when i woke up i was groggy and moody la. hahaha. like eyes couldnt open fully. so i was walking abt like a zombie. and the minute i got to class i continued sleeping. apparently astro interpreted my zombie-like movements as me being emo. haha he did his "are you ok" thing and he actually said "it's that time of the month is it" I WAS LIKE :O:O:O:O:O hahahahhhahaha. roar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. maybe i should pia hw now since im going to sch tmr for wow fundraising. hope it'll be fun. somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-310480695778656228?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/310480695778656228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=310480695778656228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fpameliachia%2Falbumid%2F5187256250591225153%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i love talking on the phone. it's so wonderfully liberating. love april.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3269390448917629702?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3269390448917629702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3269390448917629702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgFVzek03SU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgFVzek03SU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2666094266423005703?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2666094266423005703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2666094266423005703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2666094266423005703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2666094266423005703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#2666094266423005703' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-8490785487183600616</id><published>2008-04-06T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:28:08.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>roar. why is everyone becoming muggers! it's freaking me out..! this entire weekend, the only piece of hw that i've completed is the chem monster qns. damn pathetic. so i have bio ia, trigo ws, bio prac9, bio essay and mock iop prep to do. which is quite alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm today i've been having dramatic moodswings. but anywaysss i've realised that i've grown to appreciate silence alot more. dont know if thats a good thing. roar i hate moodswings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a frappe. badly. or a sundae from swirl would work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing that makes me &lt;s&gt;emo&lt;/s&gt; pout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-8490785487183600616?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8490785487183600616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=8490785487183600616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8490785487183600616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8490785487183600616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#8490785487183600616' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-6835297928158484299</id><published>2008-04-05T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T04:07:45.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the harmony's damn pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ud0kaWLHEd4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ud0kaWLHEd4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-6835297928158484299?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6835297928158484299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=6835297928158484299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/6835297928158484299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/6835297928158484299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#6835297928158484299' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-5237822392165099740</id><published>2008-04-04T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:13:18.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im getting pissed off. roar. first there's this stack of weekend homework that i have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bio ia&lt;br /&gt;2. chem monster pg 54, 55&lt;br /&gt;3. trigo ws (ycf didn't specify which wth)&lt;br /&gt;4. bio prac9&lt;br /&gt;5. prepare for mock iop&lt;br /&gt;6. bio essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i came home at 3 something today, after collecting my cert from ny. and from 3 to 6, i just slacked off. did absolutely nothing. just felt my eyes burning in my sockets haha. roar. then i had dinner, showered. and after that i decided to start on the stack of work. so i started with the chem qns. then i realised that i forgot to bring home the yellow tys! like omggggggggg. no wonder my bag was so light. anyways so i started calling people in hope that they'd be at home, and have both their yellow tys and a scanner. but no one answered. roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was slightly pissed at myself then but i kept my cool. and decided to do math. so i just picked the third trigo ws on identities to do. and i couldnt even do the first part of the freaking first question. so i referred to the trigo notes and i realised that ycf hasnt even taught how to do identities la. like wth what's wrong with her. at that point i was still. um relatively calm. i decided to refer to the math tb. BUT I FREAKING LOST THE TB. so i was looking up and down the ENTIRE house just to look for the bloody book and i just couldnt find it. and my study table was so freaking messy with papers and books spilling all over the place that i just gave the idea of studying up altogether. omg i think im on the brink of insanity. someone save me please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TMR omg there's guzheng prac in ny at 1030. there goes saturday morning. the only day of the wk i can wake up late. screw. this honestly sucks. and the humid weather doesn't help. roar im suffering from such dramatic moodswings shoot me someone. the whole day i was feeling damn hyper and all cos i could harmonize amazing grace (my chains are gone). and the whole day was just singing and more singing. with jayne in the sac and cherilyn in the toilet. and just humming to myself in class during chem class was so strangely comforting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG NOW THE PHONE CALLS ARE COMING IN. like asking me why i called them and i had to explain the whole situation. omg it's freaking exhausting. my brain feels gorengpisang-fied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5237822392165099740?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5237822392165099740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=5237822392165099740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5237822392165099740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5237822392165099740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#5237822392165099740' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-512688859337455241</id><published>2008-04-01T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:33:48.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kind of ironic. cos today's april fool and quite a number of people are emoing. aiyo i hate it when people emo cos i'll subconsciously emo too. as in i think it's quite tough to be high and hyper when everyone else isn't. anyways. today was hl day. i realise that im growing to love math. i love it when i understand what she teaches, cos at the start of the year, i couldn't understand any concept that she taught. like it was just so. cryptic. yea and i gave myself excuses, and totally switched of whenever she walked in. but now that i've decided to take responsibility for my own learning, it's like this fresh new optimism. and although i admit that her lessons are still damn boring, i feel this swell in my heart everytime we do practice questions and i get it right or when she gives my working the slightest praise. yay and today yueguang was telling me about his motto and i found it quite inspiring that my classmates actually have mottos. i love mottos. they give your life focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i feel as though my life's just beginning to get spiced up. quite cool. like during yls, i slipped out with timloh and samong with the excuse of going for a "french exhibition" which we really went for. we went for funorama, the french exhibition, and had icecream at swirl@coro which was pretty much like cold rock. cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A FRAPPE :):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-512688859337455241?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/512688859337455241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=512688859337455241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/512688859337455241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/512688859337455241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#512688859337455241' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-3912276930807854845</id><published>2008-03-31T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T07:51:17.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yb655sAoAac&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yb655sAoAac&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kb-73iU6ubQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kb-73iU6ubQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't worry my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasonmraz is sexycool. hoho. his songs are all so swoon-worthy. anyways. today has been a good day. reached school pretty much on time at 725. chapel was cool cos the singers + guitar people were all girls. i particularly liked the last song we sang: potter's hand. roar. i want "now that you're near" haha. chem prac was love. my titration readings were rather accurate =) and. i mastered titrating DROP-BY-DROP. haha. and then. it was damn slack after that. we had tok lecture which i spent stressing over telephone convo. omg WHAT HAPPENED TO MY MOTTO OF TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY LEARNING. damn it. then we had french class! but priya didn't come. so. we celebrated hyeong's bday by getting her eclairs and sticking a candle in one of them. i brought the matches! yea and i finished my french work pretty quickly so yea. love love love. then. ate malt candy. which was so sweet that it made my water taste bitter. hm after that was kiran's lesson. thought i was gonna do ioc! but turns out we had a open book commentary on wilfred owen's poems. i was like OMGSERIOUS??!?!!?! cos my annotations were seriously damn screwed up and messy. so i spent like half of the test making a mindmap. and still the commentary lacks substance. dang. after that... it was the end of school! but i stayed back to wait for bao. and during that period of time, kevin taught me chem. and i did chem ia on paper. so. it was quite fruitful =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3912276930807854845?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3912276930807854845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3912276930807854845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3912276930807854845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3912276930807854845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3912276930807854845' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-8284447215790867623</id><published>2008-03-30T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T02:53:19.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha paint is too cute. i got lazy after a while though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="433" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fpameliachia%2Falbumid%2F5183466508888187489%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-8284447215790867623?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8284447215790867623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=8284447215790867623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8284447215790867623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8284447215790867623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#8284447215790867623' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-8630183757289360341</id><published>2008-03-23T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:39.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church i had a good chinese lunch. i love chinese cuisine. it's always so home-y and unpretentious. and i absolutely adore chinese soups &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom+samuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyIJ9qIKI/AAAAAAAACMY/lOlvKORtlA0/s1600-h/IMAGE_867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyIJ9qIKI/AAAAAAAACMY/lOlvKORtlA0/s320/IMAGE_867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953905775386786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duck salad with honeydew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyIZ9qILI/AAAAAAAACMg/B3tUzw3MHJE/s1600-h/IMAGE_868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyIZ9qILI/AAAAAAAACMg/B3tUzw3MHJE/s320/IMAGE_868.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953910070354098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyIp9qIMI/AAAAAAAACMo/dUV2S_QhHiQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyIp9qIMI/AAAAAAAACMo/dUV2S_QhHiQ/s320/IMAGE_869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953914365321410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyIp9qINI/AAAAAAAACMw/goC3cS6mNTo/s1600-h/IMAGE_870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyIp9qINI/AAAAAAAACMw/goC3cS6mNTo/s320/IMAGE_870.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953914365321426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish maw soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyI59qIOI/AAAAAAAACM4/pcpg5k26A1s/s1600-h/IMAGE_871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyI59qIOI/AAAAAAAACM4/pcpg5k26A1s/s320/IMAGE_871.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953918660288738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OYSTER OMELETTE. I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zyb59qIPI/AAAAAAAACNA/96LajIQwCk4/s1600-h/IMAGE_873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zyb59qIPI/AAAAAAAACNA/96LajIQwCk4/s320/IMAGE_873.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180954245077803250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doumiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZycJ9qIQI/AAAAAAAACNI/Fxqp8i9ygdo/s1600-h/IMAGE_874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZycJ9qIQI/AAAAAAAACNI/Fxqp8i9ygdo/s320/IMAGE_874.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180954249372770562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bao+porkbelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZycZ9qIRI/AAAAAAAACNQ/45BwZHH7_kw/s1600-h/IMAGE_875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZycZ9qIRI/AAAAAAAACNQ/45BwZHH7_kw/s320/IMAGE_875.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180954253667737874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, i was shopping with cheryl for brownie ingredients (we're baking brownies for wow). and i realised that emborg butter has doubled in price =( oh no my favorite butter. LOOK =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zycp9qISI/AAAAAAAACNY/aOR8V_IeJOE/s1600-h/IMAGE_876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zycp9qISI/AAAAAAAACNY/aOR8V_IeJOE/s320/IMAGE_876.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180954257962705186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a sexy kitchenaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZydJ9qITI/AAAAAAAACNg/UdmAes8ZVAM/s1600-h/IMAGE_877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZydJ9qITI/AAAAAAAACNg/UdmAes8ZVAM/s320/IMAGE_877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180954266552639794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baking at my house with cheryl and bao. melting together butter, cocoa powder, sugar, and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zy859qIUI/AAAAAAAACNo/TU_tyjUXwbY/s1600-h/IMAGE_878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zy859qIUI/AAAAAAAACNo/TU_tyjUXwbY/s320/IMAGE_878.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180954812013486402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beating in eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zy9J9qIVI/AAAAAAAACNw/VLYv6LYTza0/s1600-h/IMAGE_879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zy9J9qIVI/AAAAAAAACNw/VLYv6LYTza0/s320/IMAGE_879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180954816308453714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohlala. liquid love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zy9Z9qIWI/AAAAAAAACN4/wuuljKGERYU/s1600-h/IMAGE_880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zy9Z9qIWI/AAAAAAAACN4/wuuljKGERYU/s320/IMAGE_880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180954820603421026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar the lighting sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zy9Z9qIXI/AAAAAAAACOA/a1RFemtk_qQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zy9Z9qIXI/AAAAAAAACOA/a1RFemtk_qQ/s320/IMAGE_881.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180954820603421042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pouring into tin (after adding flour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zy959qIYI/AAAAAAAACOI/sd9_oVTNYa8/s1600-h/IMAGE_882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Zy959qIYI/AAAAAAAACOI/sd9_oVTNYa8/s320/IMAGE_882.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180954829193355650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn artistic photo taken by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0Jp9qIZI/AAAAAAAACOQ/za4PTXdNuE4/s1600-h/IMAGE_883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0Jp9qIZI/AAAAAAAACOQ/za4PTXdNuE4/s320/IMAGE_883.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956130568446354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what it actually looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0Jp9qIaI/AAAAAAAACOY/ytCRAVU6-4s/s1600-h/IMAGE_884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0Jp9qIaI/AAAAAAAACOY/ytCRAVU6-4s/s320/IMAGE_884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956130568446370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay clean utensils and marbletop. thank you cheryl &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0J59qIbI/AAAAAAAACOg/7pIzE18xvMM/s1600-h/IMAGE_885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0J59qIbI/AAAAAAAACOg/7pIzE18xvMM/s320/IMAGE_885.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956134863413682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the un-cut brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0KJ9qIcI/AAAAAAAACOo/ssCqOroU4qs/s1600-h/IMAGE_887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0KJ9qIcI/AAAAAAAACOo/ssCqOroU4qs/s320/IMAGE_887.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956139158380994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for them to cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0KZ9qIdI/AAAAAAAACOw/Yi6A8JVbBcQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0KZ9qIdI/AAAAAAAACOw/Yi6A8JVbBcQ/s320/IMAGE_888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956143453348306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cut brownies. ignore the gap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0ep9qIeI/AAAAAAAACO4/656Y3G2xDi4/s1600-h/IMAGE_889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0ep9qIeI/AAAAAAAACO4/656Y3G2xDi4/s320/IMAGE_889.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956491345699298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to eat a brownie glamly with chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0e59qIfI/AAAAAAAACPA/HP7TWEbOnf8/s1600-h/IMAGE_891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0e59qIfI/AAAAAAAACPA/HP7TWEbOnf8/s320/IMAGE_891.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956495640666610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing a happy brownie dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0fJ9qIgI/AAAAAAAACPI/0Otw_D-a01M/s1600-h/IMAGE_892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0fJ9qIgI/AAAAAAAACPI/0Otw_D-a01M/s320/IMAGE_892.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956499935633922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing my guzheng. roar i'm missing strings 1, 2 and 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bao: eh pam how come you can play tremolo on the guzheng but not on the guitar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0fJ9qIhI/AAAAAAAACPQ/bOS1sGBHQm4/s1600-h/IMAGE_893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0fJ9qIhI/AAAAAAAACPQ/bOS1sGBHQm4/s320/IMAGE_893.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956499935633938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0f59qIiI/AAAAAAAACPY/Bqeu6tWpIZc/s1600-h/IMAGE_894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z0f59qIiI/AAAAAAAACPY/Bqeu6tWpIZc/s320/IMAGE_894.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180956512820535842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electronic weighing scaleeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z1Op9qIjI/AAAAAAAACPg/kaqcSwbrqag/s1600-h/IMAGE_895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z1Op9qIjI/AAAAAAAACPg/kaqcSwbrqag/s320/IMAGE_895.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180957315979420210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escorting bao to the busstop. ahah marita's behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z1O59qIkI/AAAAAAAACPo/Z87JEIeUsws/s1600-h/IMAGE_896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z1O59qIkI/AAAAAAAACPo/Z87JEIeUsws/s320/IMAGE_896.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180957320274387522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i was walking bao the the busstop then suddenly i felt something slimy and cold on my foot. so i thought i'd stepped on some rotten banana or a dead snail. but when i looked at my feet, i saw a frog hopping off. damn scary la. then i was like screaming and rubbing my foot on baocheng haha. lol grosssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z1PJ9qIlI/AAAAAAAACPw/QznENk94MiI/s1600-h/IMAGE_897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-Z1PJ9qIlI/AAAAAAAACPw/QznENk94MiI/s320/IMAGE_897.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180957324569354834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. BUY BROWNIES FROM US. HOHOHO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-8630183757289360341?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8630183757289360341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=8630183757289360341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8630183757289360341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8630183757289360341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#8630183757289360341' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R-ZyIJ9qIKI/AAAAAAAACMY/lOlvKORtlA0/s72-c/IMAGE_867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-5483960403688119041</id><published>2008-03-22T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:15:58.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's raining now. omg i love the rain. hmm today has been a rather good day. quite an equal distribution between work and play. i hate it when something happens and that triggers some bad memories from the past, most often embarrassing ones. it's moments like this when i feel like an ostrich again; dig a hole and bury my head. anyways. last night i had a dream that seemed so believable. haha i remember asking the other people in the dream if it was a dream cos it seemed so real and surreal and at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar i'm feeling bittersweet again. maybe it's cos i'm listening to 我不配. this coming week is gonna be a fairly busy one. i have to get the corporate tee for the class, and go for the guzheng rehearsals in ny. cool stuff. and then there's yls; i've not even started my research. oh oh oh and tomorrow, bao yg and cheryl's coming over to bake brownies for fundraising. fun fun fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm so far my day has been pretty boring. no life. so far i mugged a bit of bio, sent important emails, added graphs into my math portfolio and omg that is all. oh man this sucks. OMGGGGGG MY DAY IS SO BORING. i need spice. hmm actually in ny, my life was pretty much the same, just that apart from doing hw, i planned crazy things with the guzheng people. like baking stuff for gzmates, or. going to the zoo! or going iceskating haha. or just swimming with vivien and tongzhen. roar i miss swimming with them. i can never swim alone, it gets too boring after a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go watch centrestage? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5483960403688119041?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5483960403688119041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=5483960403688119041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5483960403688119041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5483960403688119041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#5483960403688119041' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-865694617439204547</id><published>2008-03-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:48:46.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day went by quite lethargically. anyways after school i stayed back to wait for baocheng, cos she had some green club meeting. so i was outside the cyberac doing my french and chem, while listening to the new songs on my phone. i love doing work there. it's so quiet. and uncluttered. and i have one big bench all to myself! that means my stuff can spill all over the table and i'd still have sufficient space. i like cluttered desks, those with pens splayed randomly across. i think they look damn artsy. like the typical dreamer desk. i think dreamers are beautiful people. haha this is so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-865694617439204547?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/865694617439204547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=865694617439204547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/865694617439204547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/865694617439204547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#865694617439204547' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-3188900592047733523</id><published>2008-03-19T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:10:21.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRR. I FEEL LIKE SLAPPING _____________. walau this seriously screws up my whole day la. like. have you nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay pam stay calm. don't let such a sucker screw up your day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i feel calmer now. i don't have the urge to grab a makeshift voodoo doll and stab at it furiously. but seriously _____________ deserves a slap. like WTH WERE YOU THINKINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!?!?!??!?!!??! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bittersweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3188900592047733523?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3188900592047733523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3188900592047733523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3188900592047733523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3188900592047733523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3188900592047733523' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-2624899424869854051</id><published>2008-03-18T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:40.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_T3nQNlCI/AAAAAAAACKo/ZKApK7sF6N0/s1600-h/IMAGE_830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_T3nQNlCI/AAAAAAAACKo/ZKApK7sF6N0/s320/IMAGE_830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179091048882607138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that picture above sums up how i've been feeling these past two days. clear-headed, optimistic. well quite. my new motto for the week is to take responsibility for my own education. that means listening attentively in class whether i like the subject or not. anyway today after school i just felt this overwhelming sense of happiness. the kind of feeling when you tell yourself "nothing can possibly go wrong". yea the sky's damn beautiful. the clouds just remind me more slightly more substantial candy floss. hmm like a cross between candy floss and mini marshmallows. ahmmmmmmmm. hmm walking back home felt damn nice. mom didnt allow me to walk home using the somewhat secluded route, so i walked from the little sister's busstop to the one at my house and passed the field. it was seriously damn gorgeous. the sun was like liquid gold, spilling all over the grass. was so pretty. see for yourselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_U03QNlLI/AAAAAAAACLw/b4mEDD7hSC4/s1600-h/IMAGE_845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_U03QNlLI/AAAAAAAACLw/b4mEDD7hSC4/s320/IMAGE_845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179092101149594802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh small little things like these make life meaningful. i love taking time to bask in the glory of nature. it's like sometimes (esp on weekends) when i'm typing out some essay on the computer, i'd subconsciously stare out of the window. and before i know it i start gazing for god knows how long. and my work never gets done. but sometimes the clouds really look edible. and the color gradient that my phone camera can never seem to capture is so so so so stuntastic. this shot was taken at about 630:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_UW3QNlGI/AAAAAAAACLI/znkVk41c2Lc/s1600-h/IMAGE_832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_UW3QNlGI/AAAAAAAACLI/znkVk41c2Lc/s320/IMAGE_832.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179091585753519202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg makes the whole area look like some arab city la haha. like there's that mysterious aura. hohoho. roar the edible clouds. so white poufy and all. somehow the surroundings look fake, like some lego dollhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_U0HQNlJI/AAAAAAAACLg/fBr4zAHOAc0/s1600-h/IMAGE_841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_U0HQNlJI/AAAAAAAACLg/fBr4zAHOAc0/s320/IMAGE_841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179092088264692882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway these are the shots taken on monday. the class gave shoban a cube with stuff written on each side. cool idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_Uz3QNlII/AAAAAAAACLY/NYQE214vfcE/s1600-h/IMAGE_838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_Uz3QNlII/AAAAAAAACLY/NYQE214vfcE/s320/IMAGE_838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179092083969725570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_UXXQNlHI/AAAAAAAACLQ/hYmtKPTIVy8/s1600-h/IMAGE_837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_UXXQNlHI/AAAAAAAACLQ/hYmtKPTIVy8/s320/IMAGE_837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179091594343453810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting kind of lethargic now. eyelids closing. but i don't feel like packing my bag. i take forever to pack my bag. i know of people who pack their bags in like 2 minutes? recently i've been taking about 45 minutes. omg that's an awful lot of time. but i should really start sleeping early. i read somewhere that gall bladder detoxification starts at 1130. so if you remain awake at beyond that time, the process of detoxification will not be as efficient as a certain amount of energy is used to keep you awake or something like that. and hence. the main point is. you'll have less radiant skin. HAHA. bleah. shall pack bag now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2624899424869854051?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2624899424869854051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2624899424869854051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2624899424869854051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2624899424869854051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#2624899424869854051' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9_T3nQNlCI/AAAAAAAACKo/ZKApK7sF6N0/s72-c/IMAGE_830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-3196001039210559317</id><published>2008-03-13T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:40.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 12 something today. and i was doing APGP. like omg, can you believe it? me doing math the moment I wake up. anyway, i'm resting now, before i actually start on series, and summation. hmm i'm blog-surfing, and listening to "I'm Yours" (i'm actually not sick of that song yet haha), and i've been doing some dumb quizzes. but i like doing quizzes cos they give me ego boosts ahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are 10:02 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;You are breakfasty, like a pile of pancakes on a Sunday morning that have just the right amount of syrup, so every bite is sweet perfection and not a soppy mess. You are a glass of orange juice that's cool, refreshing, and not overly pulpy. You are the time of day that's just right for turning the pages of a newspaper, flipping through channels, or clicking around online to get a sense of how the world changed during the night. You don't want to stumble sleepily through life, so you make a real effort to wake your brain up and get it thinking. You feel inspired to accomplish things (whether it's checking something off your to-do list or changing the world), but there's plenty of time for making things happen later in the day. First, pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65% assertive: You have enough independence and confidence to stand on your own, but would rather take things the way they are. You aren't exactly bossy, and prefer to have neutrality or have no say in things. This is a good balance, but make sure that you don't hold in what you really want if it's possible to get it without being demanding. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar. boredom killssssss. okay okay let me look in my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;URGENT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. annotate woodpile&lt;br /&gt;2. functions portfolio!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. geog hw on lms (though noone can find it haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. revise APGP!! &lt;br /&gt;2. revise CHEMMMMMM. omg my chem sucks.&lt;br /&gt;3. go through math test paper&lt;br /&gt;4. read through bio tb (chapters that have been covered so far)&lt;br /&gt;5. revise french vocab (unite 1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT I SHOULD DO TODAY - FRIDAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. revise APGP&lt;br /&gt;2. REVISE CHEM - understand emission spectrum and PERIODIC TRENDS.&lt;br /&gt;3. find functions portfolio worksheet =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; WHAT I SHOULD DO ON SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FUNCTIONS PORTFOLIO.&lt;br /&gt;2. annotate woodpile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; WHAT I SHOULD DO ON SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go through math test paper.&lt;br /&gt;2. READ BIO TB!&lt;br /&gt;3. revise french vocab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar chem is pissing me off. haha. let me post a picture to motivate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9oXunQNlAI/AAAAAAAACKA/zNgWSsqmPBA/s1600-h/IMAGE_763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9oXunQNlAI/AAAAAAAACKA/zNgWSsqmPBA/s320/IMAGE_763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177476811194209282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO PAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3196001039210559317?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3196001039210559317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3196001039210559317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3196001039210559317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3196001039210559317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3196001039210559317' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9oXunQNlAI/AAAAAAAACKA/zNgWSsqmPBA/s72-c/IMAGE_763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-5144977177276246811</id><published>2008-03-13T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:07:55.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygodddddd. this song's freaking niceee. and the lyrics are too cute. omgggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEieyhbzb30&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iEieyhbzb30&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i woke up at 325 today. roar. and i hvnt done anything up to now. it's 430 now. i seriously have to stop procrastinating. okay what shall i do today. hmm i shall revise APGP and go through the math test paper. i shall start at 530.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5144977177276246811?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5144977177276246811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=5144977177276246811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5144977177276246811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5144977177276246811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#5144977177276246811' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-7335729855210323508</id><published>2008-03-11T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:45.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like stabbing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being emo. but i like feeling emo. there's like this sudden serenity, away from all that buzz and suddenly you can think straight. and really reflect. but the part i hate about being emo is that after i reflect, i'll normally wallow in self-pity. like now. and just now. i was reflecting on what happened just a few minutes ago. and i really think i'm a joke. i really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything in my head's like chromosomes during interphase. freaking tangled up. roar. i know that it's already passed and i should look ahead instead of dwelling on this incident, BUT WHY DID I DO IT!?!? it was like freaking stupid of me. come bao, bitchslap me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no such thing"'s playing on repeat now. love love love the lyrics. well. it feels good to be home. and it's a good thing that samuel's not home now. i like this serenity. just soothing music, the drizzle of the rain outside, and the swishing of the broom downstairs. all that lacks is, perhaps, a really good chocolate chip muffin. or a blueberry muffin. oh i realized that i haven't watched the last 1/3 of lotr (return of the king). shall watch it now. haha finally something to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;icebreakers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eUv3QNkcI/AAAAAAAACFQ/knNSN1dUOZ8/s1600-h/IMAGE_790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eUv3QNkcI/AAAAAAAACFQ/knNSN1dUOZ8/s320/IMAGE_790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176769846692385218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eU4HQNkeI/AAAAAAAACFg/1tO69YYzxgE/s1600-h/IMAGE_792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eU4HQNkeI/AAAAAAAACFg/1tO69YYzxgE/s320/IMAGE_792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176769988426306018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eU83QNkfI/AAAAAAAACFo/vHOw-YpCOO8/s1600-h/IMAGE_793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eU83QNkfI/AAAAAAAACFo/vHOw-YpCOO8/s320/IMAGE_793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176770070030684658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eU9HQNkgI/AAAAAAAACFw/Ml_xkfLnzaU/s1600-h/IMAGE_794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eU9HQNkgI/AAAAAAAACFw/Ml_xkfLnzaU/s320/IMAGE_794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176770074325651970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eVcnQNkhI/AAAAAAAACGQ/lIz1m-0yhuk/s1600-h/IMAGE_795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eVcnQNkhI/AAAAAAAACGQ/lIz1m-0yhuk/s320/IMAGE_795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176770615491531282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eVfnQNkiI/AAAAAAAACGY/Fg5QvopK5p8/s1600-h/IMAGE_796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eVfnQNkiI/AAAAAAAACGY/Fg5QvopK5p8/s320/IMAGE_796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176770667031138850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eVf3QNkjI/AAAAAAAACGg/02eIRfe26Z8/s1600-h/IMAGE_797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eVf3QNkjI/AAAAAAAACGg/02eIRfe26Z8/s320/IMAGE_797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176770671326106162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eVhXQNkkI/AAAAAAAACGo/OIXyDummsts/s1600-h/IMAGE_798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eVhXQNkkI/AAAAAAAACGo/OIXyDummsts/s320/IMAGE_798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176770697095909954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the way to the matron's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eVhnQNklI/AAAAAAAACGw/9A56fw4yn5U/s1600-h/IMAGE_799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eVhnQNklI/AAAAAAAACGw/9A56fw4yn5U/s320/IMAGE_799.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176770701390877266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eWIHQNkmI/AAAAAAAACG4/1kHWzrkDirU/s1600-h/IMAGE_801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eWIHQNkmI/AAAAAAAACG4/1kHWzrkDirU/s320/IMAGE_801.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176771362815840866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eWJnQNknI/AAAAAAAACHA/Tp9Vcd-7oSI/s1600-h/IMAGE_802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eWJnQNknI/AAAAAAAACHA/Tp9Vcd-7oSI/s320/IMAGE_802.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176771388585644658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;having lunch @ sac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eWJnQNkoI/AAAAAAAACHI/7qN7-CfMYsY/s1600-h/IMAGE_804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eWJnQNkoI/AAAAAAAACHI/7qN7-CfMYsY/s320/IMAGE_804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176771388585644674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eWLXQNkpI/AAAAAAAACHQ/ASH3EUe-Pgw/s1600-h/IMAGE_805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eWLXQNkpI/AAAAAAAACHQ/ASH3EUe-Pgw/s320/IMAGE_805.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176771418650415762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eWLnQNkqI/AAAAAAAACHY/TZ9jHnRdVIY/s1600-h/IMAGE_806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eWLnQNkqI/AAAAAAAACHY/TZ9jHnRdVIY/s320/IMAGE_806.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176771422945383074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;playing with my phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fIsXQNkzI/AAAAAAAACIU/VKTBidXNCXk/s1600-h/IMAGE_808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fIsXQNkzI/AAAAAAAACIU/VKTBidXNCXk/s320/IMAGE_808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176826961167487794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fIsnQNk0I/AAAAAAAACIc/gUy4oQR6nrc/s1600-h/IMAGE_809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fIsnQNk0I/AAAAAAAACIc/gUy4oQR6nrc/s320/IMAGE_809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176826965462455106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fIs3QNk1I/AAAAAAAACIk/Cb41LfTo6hQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fIs3QNk1I/AAAAAAAACIk/Cb41LfTo6hQ/s320/IMAGE_810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176826969757422418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;night games&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fItHQNk2I/AAAAAAAACIs/NLqovB8h2H4/s1600-h/IMAGE_812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fItHQNk2I/AAAAAAAACIs/NLqovB8h2H4/s320/IMAGE_812.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176826974052389730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fItnQNk3I/AAAAAAAACI0/rGN_Dj-xoMw/s1600-h/IMAGE_813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fItnQNk3I/AAAAAAAACI0/rGN_Dj-xoMw/s320/IMAGE_813.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176826982642324338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fJV3QNk4I/AAAAAAAACI8/jBUwMOwPgvg/s1600-h/IMAGE_814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fJV3QNk4I/AAAAAAAACI8/jBUwMOwPgvg/s320/IMAGE_814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176827674132059010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;during nail talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fJWXQNk5I/AAAAAAAACJE/GjdFKnStjcc/s1600-h/IMAGE_817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fJWXQNk5I/AAAAAAAACJE/GjdFKnStjcc/s320/IMAGE_817.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176827682721993618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fJWnQNk6I/AAAAAAAACJM/JVebjCMhnqg/s1600-h/IMAGE_818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fJWnQNk6I/AAAAAAAACJM/JVebjCMhnqg/s320/IMAGE_818.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176827687016960930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ bk after amazing race&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fJW3QNk7I/AAAAAAAACJU/62_uicQrrIk/s1600-h/IMAGE_821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fJW3QNk7I/AAAAAAAACJU/62_uicQrrIk/s320/IMAGE_821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176827691311928242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;breakfast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fJXHQNk8I/AAAAAAAACJc/wL1jfVGnO2A/s1600-h/IMAGE_822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fJXHQNk8I/AAAAAAAACJc/wL1jfVGnO2A/s320/IMAGE_822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176827695606895554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fKiXQNk9I/AAAAAAAACJk/PZzoLT5bavY/s1600-h/IMAGE_823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fKiXQNk9I/AAAAAAAACJk/PZzoLT5bavY/s320/IMAGE_823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176828988392051666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fKinQNk-I/AAAAAAAACJs/mq-gYzZqXbI/s1600-h/IMAGE_824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9fKinQNk-I/AAAAAAAACJs/mq-gYzZqXbI/s320/IMAGE_824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176828992687018978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7335729855210323508?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7335729855210323508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7335729855210323508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7335729855210323508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7335729855210323508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7335729855210323508' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R9eUv3QNkcI/AAAAAAAACFQ/knNSN1dUOZ8/s72-c/IMAGE_790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-2437964945241939063</id><published>2008-03-07T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:39:45.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels damn comfy now. sun is shining, wind blowing, my fat bio tb on my lap and allott on the table. woohoo im actually making biology notes. i absolutely love allott. it's damn pretty!!!!! i bought it at $13. saved $$$$. roar the bio tb is so bulky and glossy. i hate glossy books, cos usually when you highlight, it'll smudge. going for the fun fair with cheryl later. hope it'll be fun and i'll actually win something at the games haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar camp is ______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'll fill that in when on wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2437964945241939063?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2437964945241939063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2437964945241939063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2437964945241939063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2437964945241939063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#2437964945241939063' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-7850239855764766151</id><published>2008-03-06T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:50:13.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;god-shaped holes in our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling damn vapid and everything. so i was listening to music. and i just happened to click on "now that you're near". that song's damn special to me. it's such a beautiful song, especially the lyrics. it's like so damn heartfelt. anyway, i realised why i've been feeling like this. because my life's not god-centered. i've been spending time on studies, friends, family, and hobbies, but less on god. like seriously, when was the last time i talked to god personally and from my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now that You're near&lt;br /&gt;Everything is different&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so different, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm not the same&lt;br /&gt;My life You've changed&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with You&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uOVLrUkno4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uOVLrUkno4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7850239855764766151?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7850239855764766151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7850239855764766151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7850239855764766151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7850239855764766151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7850239855764766151' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-1655507276856557027</id><published>2008-03-05T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:23:43.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah i think i'm falling sick. my hands and feet are like freaking cold, and my face feels flushed. im so damn sick of aircon right now; every classroom's like the freaking north pole. feeling damn zonked out now. like zombie-fied. although today was quite a fun day. madame didn't come for french, so i went to study at the pavillion with adel. wonder why it's perpetually empty, since it's such a cool place to study. ya maybe adel's right, it IS a girl thing. and maybe it's cos of the red ants there too =X omg im going broke. feel damn dumb for eating the donuts la. i swear i'll never touch a munchy donut this whole month (maybe except for rockyroad). GAH I NEED COMFORT FOOD. I DON'T WANT TO BE SICK. just now when i was having dinner, everything tasted bland EVEN my favorite ROAST CHICKEN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being sick sucks. and tmr i have a presentation to do and pe. rawr. hmm anyway guitar was fun today. joshua lim serenaded baocheng (haha you've got your wish girl) and bao did a duet with jasonquah. everything's in my phone. ah. that's what a phone's for. but seriously im damn sad la. i thought the resolution of my dopod's camera is 3.2, turns out that it's only 1 point something. like what kind of smartphone is this!?! ok pam stop being materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are like closing. it's 1015 now. quite excited for guitar camp which is in 4 days. cool shit. oh ya! the career guidance thingy today was cool. yueguang the cheapo took so many freebies. THE FRENCH BOOTH WAS AWESOME. I FOUND A SCHOOL OFFERING FOOD SCIENCES. LIKE HOW TOTALLY AMAZINGLY COOL IS THAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?? haha dramatic moodswings again. but then again it's damn intimidating to study in france, or in any country other than s'pore. you'd have to be super independent. which i'm not. i'm like super dependent on friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY PAM YOUR MOTTO FOR THE MONTH IS "BE INDEPENDENTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1655507276856557027?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1655507276856557027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1655507276856557027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1655507276856557027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1655507276856557027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1655507276856557027' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-4302205942210072343</id><published>2008-03-02T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T04:29:35.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since bao has been telling me to blog more, i shall. MARCH IS HERE! march evokes this promising feeling. so many activities are going on in march! like yls and GUITAR CAMP! i think sleeping over in school is damn cool. you can wander around and explore. and do crazy things with people like play mahjong, or forgo sleep to watch the sunrise. haha that used to be what i did when i went on holidays. i think sleepovers are seriously cool. though i've not had one in years. hmm the last time i had friends coming over to sleep was p1! haha how pathetic. we did alot of silly things like sleep in tents. and we would stuff candies into the tiny bags of our dolls before we sleep so we could eat them when we're hungry in the middle of the night. i even remember the type of candy they were! they were mint candies with chocolate centers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think during guitar camp, if the girls are allowed to sleep over, i need a corner all to myself. cos during the sec 2 lifeskills camp, we were all supposed to sleep in a line. i was sleeping between ferly and pui ian. and when i woke up the next morning i found both of them annoyed+amused+sleepy. ferly said that at night, i turned 180 degrees and started hugging her legs. (i must have thought they were my bolsters) and pui ian said that after turning 180 degrees, i turned another 90 degrees. bleah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought lotr II and III today, cos they were on offer! 15 bucks for 2. and i bought one big bottle of nice-smelling shampoo. hmm maybe i should start using facebook. as in i have an account but it's just there so that i can view other people's profiles. okay i think i shall upload the saturday pictures there since im having problems uploading them onto blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:26's too cute. ahhhhh this song is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Uld4wM7amI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Uld4wM7amI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-4302205942210072343?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4302205942210072343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=4302205942210072343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4302205942210072343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4302205942210072343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#4302205942210072343' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-3218058263624191421</id><published>2008-02-29T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:41:05.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my friends are too amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:05:24♡nia ; this disappointment says: eh how you know him arh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:05:31I say: who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:05:34I say: aravind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:05:36I say: eng class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:05:48♡nia ; this disappointment says: yeah aravind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:06:01♡nia ; this disappointment says: oh i thought he was your og or something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:06:16I say: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:06:26I say: ya then i made him help me w my essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:06:33I say: thats why he thinks im some slave driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:06:40I say: he always say im damn gangster la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:06:43I say: where got lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:06:49I say: im like so shu nu can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:07:39♡nia ; this disappointment says: eh do you have like lack of ego problems? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:07:46♡nia ; this disappointment says: you like need to keep saying good things about yourself haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:24:34School Work Time. says: basil, you hurt my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:24:39School Work Time. says: im going to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:24:42BasiL says: oh, i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:24:46BasiL says: poor thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:24:55School Work Time. says: fdurthulgnjlhbgjuht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:24:55School Work Time. says: bhjkew;htigw'g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:24:55School Work Time. says: wregjwe;gj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:24:56School Work Time. says: erghhewuth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:24:56School Work Time. says: eth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;BasiL has left this conversation&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:25:50School Work Time. says: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:25:51School Work Time. says: pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:25:58I say: yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;School Work Time. just sent you a Buzz!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:26:09School Work Time. says: invite basil in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:26:16School Work Time. says: thx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;BasiL has joined this conversation&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:26:34School Work Time. says: basil, i love you, but i hate you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;BasiL has left this conversation&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:26:43School Work Time. says: dont block me for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09:26:54School Work Time. says: ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3218058263624191421?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3218058263624191421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3218058263624191421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3218058263624191421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3218058263624191421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3218058263624191421' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-5143045080666065984</id><published>2008-02-29T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T03:10:18.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>roar. i didn't follow celestyn to the chocolate factory today. went to tp to get my passport photo taken and then i came home and did homework. though it wasn't really productive. because all i did was pg 92-93 of the chem hl book, and the geog essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up this morning and looked into the mirror, i found this circular black thing on my lip. being half-awake, i thought it was a beetle or something, so i tried getting it off. but it didn't budge. then i looked at my finger; there was some red stuff. like dried blood. so i was damn freaked out cos this has never happened to me before. well it turns out that i bit my lip while i was sleeping and there's internal bleeding or something like that. yea so i went to school with that ugly thing on my lip. and that shoban HAD to suan me during the award ceremony. can't rmb the exact words, but it was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoban: what's that thing on your lip? you bit yourself is it?&lt;br /&gt;pam: yea i think i bit myself when i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;shoban (in his saccharine sick sacarstic suggestive voice): ohhhhhhhhhhhhh....! what were you dreaming of...? *stupid facial expression similar to that in the photo below*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wth!! feel like punching him now haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, yimin's coming for founder's day tmr!!!!! like YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY. after founder's day celebrations, i have to rush down to AMK mrt station to get my replacement ezlink card, and after that head to dhoby ghaut for the class outing. roar. busy busy. hohoho bittersweet's such a multipurpose song. love it love it. haha it's one of those songs that make me high. &lt;em&gt;you cut me deep bitch you cut me like surgeray.&lt;/em&gt; haha cool song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5143045080666065984?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5143045080666065984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=5143045080666065984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5143045080666065984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5143045080666065984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#5143045080666065984' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-1257600391453797302</id><published>2008-02-28T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:20:24.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg im so in love with the pratas in school. they are seriously freaking nice. i stayed back in school for a short while today with bao because bao wanted to get her bottle from the guitar room. so while she went to get her bottle, i had 2 pratas. and they were HOT FROM THE GRIDDLE. serious. like lifted off the hotplate and into my plate right before my eyes. haha ok this sounds a bit too obsessive. but this is the first time im having a hot prata in school. HAHA. it's like when you cut into it with a fork, it shatterssssssssssss. haha im going insane just thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hiccuping now. hmm. OH i saw tongzhen, shuhui and vivien today!! hoho tongzhen has her typical blur face lol. i want to go swimming with tongzhen and vivien!!!!!!!! but i have guitar on wednesdays. so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i have chem ia and cas file to do.&lt;br /&gt;ohno ohno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1257600391453797302?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1257600391453797302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1257600391453797302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1257600391453797302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1257600391453797302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1257600391453797302' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-5673799892075882734</id><published>2008-02-25T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:46.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo everyone. today was an okay day. i realised that stoning on the bus with the acsi uniform feels strangely comfortable. anyway my eyelids are closing again. I DID 10 QUESTIONS FROM THE MI WORKSHEET FOR 2 HOURS. OMG. so i was kind of sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until my mom bought JAPANESE CHEESECAKE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i found these pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YUEGUANG SO ACT CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R8K-09wf6tI/AAAAAAAAB5k/rzQf6-45OFw/s1600-h/IMAGE_650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R8K-09wf6tI/AAAAAAAAB5k/rzQf6-45OFw/s320/IMAGE_650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170905139315206866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out vikram's eyes ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R8K-1dwf6uI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Zsqp5K7IyZw/s1600-h/IMAGE_652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R8K-1dwf6uI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Zsqp5K7IyZw/s320/IMAGE_652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170905147905141474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHA THIS ONE IS THE FUNNIEST. LOOK AT SHOBAN!!!!! DAMN FUNNY. click on the picture to enlarge, stare, and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R8K-1twf6vI/AAAAAAAAB50/ESNfCHdSN4w/s1600-h/IMAGE_651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R8K-1twf6vI/AAAAAAAAB50/ESNfCHdSN4w/s320/IMAGE_651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170905152200108786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5673799892075882734?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5673799892075882734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=5673799892075882734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5673799892075882734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5673799892075882734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#5673799892075882734' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R8K-09wf6tI/AAAAAAAAB5k/rzQf6-45OFw/s72-c/IMAGE_650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-4183638512008923168</id><published>2008-02-24T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:54:41.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hohoho i like the scent of my shampoo! haha i just ate a banana and a ferrero rocher. anyway i have been thinking. i realised that at this point, one statement that would sum up how i've been feeling lately is "sian on life". i feel damn vapid. like something's missing. it's like im doing things that i feel are quite irrelevant to my life. um. i don't know how to put it. last time on msn zhang was telling me that people who have very little hobbies get sian of life easily. hmm let me think what i like doing. the last time i tried thinking, i could think of quite a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm i like... singing songs that make me super duper high. baking! (haha but i hate cleaning up.) uh. singing and strumming the guitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I CANT BELIEVE IT. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg how come i suddenly become so no life. damn. wait i try thinking again. sure have. i rmbed that i thought of some in church today. aiyo. uh uh uh uh uh i like. OMG I REALLY CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! roar. ohmygod. this is like freaking me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( really can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg im really becoming an alien. it's like last time my life's like damn interesting la. now im becoming danielyee-fied. like NOTHING INTERESTING to post about. NOTHING INTERESTING in my life. DAMNNNNNNNNNNN. and last time i used to look forward to mondays. but now. aiyo. aiyo. aiyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please come spice up my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-4183638512008923168?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4183638512008923168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=4183638512008923168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4183638512008923168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4183638512008923168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#4183638512008923168' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-1620550136605490966</id><published>2008-02-22T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:46.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R77YAtwf6sI/AAAAAAAAB5c/fY5Jh9JEDKo/s1600-h/IMAGE_653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R77YAtwf6sI/AAAAAAAAB5c/fY5Jh9JEDKo/s320/IMAGE_653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169806929062521538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIMIN I MISS YOU VERY MUCHLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya nvm even if you're in nj now i can still tell you my dark and dangerous secrets hoho. and you shall in turn tell me yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar my eyelids are closing involuntarily again. 've been feeling so sleepy these few days. i sleep on the bus ride home la! that's like so damn rare. in all my four yrs in ny I NEVER SLEEP ON BUSES. im getting panda eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya tmr guzhengerssssssssss =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1620550136605490966?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1620550136605490966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1620550136605490966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1620550136605490966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1620550136605490966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1620550136605490966' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R77YAtwf6sI/AAAAAAAAB5c/fY5Jh9JEDKo/s72-c/IMAGE_653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-2608234636300564383</id><published>2008-02-18T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:48.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lju9wf6jI/AAAAAAAAB4U/WwtMv92Ipus/s1600-h/IMAGE_622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lju9wf6jI/AAAAAAAAB4U/WwtMv92Ipus/s320/IMAGE_622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168271705887468082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amusing sunday. tried studying at cheryl's house. failed horribly. instead we played badminton, did random things, practised the guitar...etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, bao and cheryl impersonated me on msn again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES PICTURES PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7ljvdwf6kI/AAAAAAAAB4c/hno9ewLr-DA/s1600-h/IMAGE_624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7ljvdwf6kI/AAAAAAAAB4c/hno9ewLr-DA/s320/IMAGE_624.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168271714477402690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7ljv9wf6lI/AAAAAAAAB4k/J5ZPGUfYSDU/s1600-h/IMAGE_632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7ljv9wf6lI/AAAAAAAAB4k/J5ZPGUfYSDU/s320/IMAGE_632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168271723067337298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7ljtNwf6hI/AAAAAAAAB4E/LpPTLKmZkZw/s1600-h/IMAGE_617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7ljtNwf6hI/AAAAAAAAB4E/LpPTLKmZkZw/s320/IMAGE_617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168271675822696978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7ljttwf6iI/AAAAAAAAB4M/RI8hwwW02gQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7ljttwf6iI/AAAAAAAAB4M/RI8hwwW02gQ/s320/IMAGE_618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168271684412631586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lmXdwf6mI/AAAAAAAAB4s/N141Kb-uGu8/s1600-h/IMAGE_633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lmXdwf6mI/AAAAAAAAB4s/N141Kb-uGu8/s320/IMAGE_633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274600695425634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lmX9wf6nI/AAAAAAAAB40/DpqPp96SpUE/s1600-h/IMAGE_634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lmX9wf6nI/AAAAAAAAB40/DpqPp96SpUE/s320/IMAGE_634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274609285360242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lmY9wf6oI/AAAAAAAAB48/px2L3-mDDRo/s1600-h/IMAGE_639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lmY9wf6oI/AAAAAAAAB48/px2L3-mDDRo/s320/IMAGE_639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274626465229442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lmZNwf6pI/AAAAAAAAB5E/z-_AXdf_2H0/s1600-h/IMAGE_640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lmZNwf6pI/AAAAAAAAB5E/z-_AXdf_2H0/s320/IMAGE_640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274630760196754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lmZdwf6qI/AAAAAAAAB5M/aLUyHakHQgc/s1600-h/IMAGE_643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lmZdwf6qI/AAAAAAAAB5M/aLUyHakHQgc/s320/IMAGE_643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274635055164066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha suddenly i feel so happy =) yay people whom i wanted to talk to talked to me! yep that's you lydia! yay yay im going to visit nygz on SATURDAY. and YIMIN'S coming to crash founder's day hohoho. yay happy shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2608234636300564383?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2608234636300564383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2608234636300564383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2608234636300564383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2608234636300564383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#2608234636300564383' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R7lju9wf6jI/AAAAAAAAB4U/WwtMv92Ipus/s72-c/IMAGE_622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-8406346445702340941</id><published>2008-02-15T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T06:44:13.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling strange. the kind of feeling you get when your head is throbbing and you're stony. the kind of feeling you get when you watched too much tv. haha i think i got it from talking too much on the phone. like the radiation has penetrated my skull =/ um this week has been strange. it seems unreal and fake. haha. no i'm not emo. just contemplative. and incoherent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly. all of a sudden it feels like i'm involved in so many things. like the preu seminar (though i've told brian ng that i'm withdrawing from it), and lee suan yew thingy (someone please remind me to withdraw). aiya like damn loser. keep withdrawing from stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many strange things also happened. strange, like unexpected. like totally expected. there's &lt;em&gt; that &lt;/em&gt; to deal with though the situation's not as bad as i'd thought it'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's with me. but my phone's like a voice library now. it has the recordings of people's voices. bewareeeeeeeee. hohoho. oh and i made alot of new friends. ok that's like so totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superwoman's a strange song. it makes you higher when you're high, but it doesn't make you high when you're stony. rah. brings back some memories though. i rmb in secondary school, chengxin yuhui and i were singing this song and chengxin was trying to hit the high notes haha. oh the good old dayssssssssss. haiyo i'm really starting to miss nygz. guitar's fun, but it's not bonded like nygz. rahhhhhh i miss you guzhengerssssssss =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i realise that this post has a significant lack of exclamation marks and emotions. god i'm so incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i LOVE french class. priya owns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-8406346445702340941?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8406346445702340941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=8406346445702340941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8406346445702340941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8406346445702340941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#8406346445702340941' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-7162884054127363748</id><published>2008-02-10T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:53.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE. omg im like super high now cos hardworking me finished (almost) all my homework. i tell you these few days i've been sleeping at 2am, chionging essays. omg nightmare. kk here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reunion dinner @ NUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AJtwf6MI/AAAAAAAAB1c/9QiR83hpblY/s1600-h/IMAGE_501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AJtwf6MI/AAAAAAAAB1c/9QiR83hpblY/s320/IMAGE_501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277095774906562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AJ9wf6NI/AAAAAAAAB1k/MkXEXhT84wg/s1600-h/IMAGE_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AJ9wf6NI/AAAAAAAAB1k/MkXEXhT84wg/s320/IMAGE_502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277100069873874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AJ9wf6OI/AAAAAAAAB1s/fzaWZpMD_8I/s1600-h/IMAGE_504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AJ9wf6OI/AAAAAAAAB1s/fzaWZpMD_8I/s320/IMAGE_504.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277100069873890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AKNwf6PI/AAAAAAAAB10/_gbDE55vzfM/s1600-h/IMAGE_505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AKNwf6PI/AAAAAAAAB10/_gbDE55vzfM/s320/IMAGE_505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277104364841202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AKNwf6QI/AAAAAAAAB18/RZzhzPqyQO0/s1600-h/IMAGE_506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AKNwf6QI/AAAAAAAAB18/RZzhzPqyQO0/s320/IMAGE_506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277104364841218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AxNwf6RI/AAAAAAAAB2E/8yTEvR1MKd8/s1600-h/IMAGE_517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AxNwf6RI/AAAAAAAAB2E/8yTEvR1MKd8/s320/IMAGE_517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277774379739410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AxNwf6SI/AAAAAAAAB2M/_ZTyjeksldg/s1600-h/IMAGE_519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AxNwf6SI/AAAAAAAAB2M/_ZTyjeksldg/s320/IMAGE_519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277774379739426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AxNwf6TI/AAAAAAAAB2U/l0Dm4jwkIV0/s1600-h/IMAGE_522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AxNwf6TI/AAAAAAAAB2U/l0Dm4jwkIV0/s320/IMAGE_522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277774379739442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67Axdwf6UI/AAAAAAAAB2c/Kr75KQ8o0YE/s1600-h/IMAGE_524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67Axdwf6UI/AAAAAAAAB2c/Kr75KQ8o0YE/s320/IMAGE_524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277778674706754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67Axdwf6VI/AAAAAAAAB2k/-03Bi7xDHkI/s1600-h/IMAGE_527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67Axdwf6VI/AAAAAAAAB2k/-03Bi7xDHkI/s320/IMAGE_527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165277778674706770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67BGNwf6WI/AAAAAAAAB2s/PfsJrMgNQQ8/s1600-h/IMAGE_539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67BGNwf6WI/AAAAAAAAB2s/PfsJrMgNQQ8/s320/IMAGE_539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165278135156992354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67BGdwf6XI/AAAAAAAAB20/XydIbQ9h1kU/s1600-h/IMAGE_544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67BGdwf6XI/AAAAAAAAB20/XydIbQ9h1kU/s320/IMAGE_544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165278139451959666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67BGtwf6YI/AAAAAAAAB28/5KhDREliN_c/s1600-h/IMAGE_547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67BGtwf6YI/AAAAAAAAB28/5KhDREliN_c/s320/IMAGE_547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165278143746926978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ gran's house on first day of cny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67BGtwf6ZI/AAAAAAAAB3E/BKYwG4GRQm8/s1600-h/IMAGE_554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67BGtwf6ZI/AAAAAAAAB3E/BKYwG4GRQm8/s320/IMAGE_554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165278143746926994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67BG9wf6aI/AAAAAAAAB3M/yQR3C47cOjQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67BG9wf6aI/AAAAAAAAB3M/yQR3C47cOjQ/s320/IMAGE_555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165278148041894306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67B3twf6bI/AAAAAAAAB3U/wE1HG5Wk0Go/s1600-h/IMAGE_577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67B3twf6bI/AAAAAAAAB3U/wE1HG5Wk0Go/s320/IMAGE_577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165278985560517042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67B39wf6cI/AAAAAAAAB3c/e8fZVyElOIQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67B39wf6cI/AAAAAAAAB3c/e8fZVyElOIQ/s320/IMAGE_578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165278989855484354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67B4Nwf6dI/AAAAAAAAB3k/YH9A9uBcr4A/s1600-h/IMAGE_579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67B4Nwf6dI/AAAAAAAAB3k/YH9A9uBcr4A/s320/IMAGE_579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165278994150451666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67B4dwf6eI/AAAAAAAAB3s/UpZ8XajQR1w/s1600-h/IMAGE_580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67B4dwf6eI/AAAAAAAAB3s/UpZ8XajQR1w/s320/IMAGE_580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165278998445418978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family portrait (i have no idea why the lighting is like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67CSNwf6gI/AAAAAAAAB38/WbqSOnY4mPM/s1600-h/IMAGE_557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67CSNwf6gI/AAAAAAAAB38/WbqSOnY4mPM/s320/IMAGE_557.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165279440827050498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ some relative's house. omg the dog is too cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67B4dwf6fI/AAAAAAAAB30/DfW9sgym3xU/s1600-h/IMAGE_585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67B4dwf6fI/AAAAAAAAB30/DfW9sgym3xU/s320/IMAGE_585.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165278998445418994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7162884054127363748?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7162884054127363748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7162884054127363748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7162884054127363748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7162884054127363748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7162884054127363748' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R67AJtwf6MI/AAAAAAAAB1c/9QiR83hpblY/s72-c/IMAGE_501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-5639532366842369415</id><published>2008-02-04T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T02:22:02.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG IM SO SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE 4 THINGS TO DO BY TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CHEM ERROR PROPAGATION&lt;br /&gt;2. ENG ESSAY ON "THE VICTIMS"&lt;br /&gt;3. GEOG ESSAY&lt;br /&gt;4. GEOG WS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL DUE TOMORROW. WTH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SIX THIRTY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I SLEEP AT ELEVEN, AND START WORK AT SEVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'D HAVE 4 HOURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE TO DO EACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO. SO. SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. SO. SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. SO. SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. SO. SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I CAN'T FIND THE WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and i forgot what i wanted to blog about. omg i'm like getting dementia :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ig0GdSHDCfs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ig0GdSHDCfs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5639532366842369415?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5639532366842369415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=5639532366842369415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5639532366842369415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/5639532366842369415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#5639532366842369415' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-749791815965640921</id><published>2008-01-31T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:57.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised that there's an awful lot of photos in my comp!! i was sorting out my photos cos my mom wanted to develop some to hang on the walls -.- most photos were from last yr, probably one of the more memorable years of my life haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg this picture is like super ancient. it's our sec one class photo. doubt you can find me anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KTHHTMqlI/AAAAAAAABy8/t9yPrGQxJYY/s1600-h/class+photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KTHHTMqlI/AAAAAAAABy8/t9yPrGQxJYY/s320/class+photo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161849873347947090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken before guzheng concert last yr! that's jolyn on the left, and there's the frozen strawberry thingy she gave me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KT83TMqmI/AAAAAAAABzE/VIdNcvLJCJE/s1600-h/IMAGE_515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KT83TMqmI/AAAAAAAABzE/VIdNcvLJCJE/s320/IMAGE_515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161850796765915746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the concert; sec fours! ('07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KT9XTMqnI/AAAAAAAABzM/dU52d-l8FbM/s1600-h/IMAGE_526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KT9XTMqnI/AAAAAAAABzM/dU52d-l8FbM/s320/IMAGE_526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161850805355850354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guzheng fingers unite~ hahaha this was taken backstage ^^ (my fingers are the ones without nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KT9XTMqoI/AAAAAAAABzU/LX4T1blz5uA/s1600-h/IMAGE_521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KT9XTMqoI/AAAAAAAABzU/LX4T1blz5uA/s320/IMAGE_521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161850805355850370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA OMG RANIA RMB THIS PIC? the so called "expressionless face" -.- yea. it's the picture that rania took during our sectional meeting. i rmb i was damn pissed at her la! but now we're good friends yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KT93TMqqI/AAAAAAAABzk/TJpBp0hNVI8/s1600-h/Pamthinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KT93TMqqI/AAAAAAAABzk/TJpBp0hNVI8/s320/Pamthinking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161850813945784994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA BAO AND SHIRU DURING GRACES CAMP! bet you guys forgot that i've this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KWQnTMqrI/AAAAAAAABzs/vSFV9Ogn0YM/s1600-h/IMAGE_289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KWQnTMqrI/AAAAAAAABzs/vSFV9Ogn0YM/s320/IMAGE_289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161853335091587762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year; on the way to cameron (bus). sherlyn erin and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KWRHTMqsI/AAAAAAAABz0/O6f-Sa-c3vk/s1600-h/IMAGE_609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KWRHTMqsI/AAAAAAAABz0/O6f-Sa-c3vk/s320/IMAGE_609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161853343681522370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KWRnTMqtI/AAAAAAAABz8/hphH1QnEy_I/s1600-h/IMAGE_610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KWRnTMqtI/AAAAAAAABz8/hphH1QnEy_I/s320/IMAGE_610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161853352271456978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KWR3TMquI/AAAAAAAAB0E/TNdVcItkl8U/s1600-h/IMAGE_611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KWR3TMquI/AAAAAAAAB0E/TNdVcItkl8U/s320/IMAGE_611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161853356566424290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forest trekking in cameron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KWSHTMqvI/AAAAAAAAB0M/a79F995O_4A/s1600-h/IMAGE_662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KWSHTMqvI/AAAAAAAAB0M/a79F995O_4A/s320/IMAGE_662.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161853360861391602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i like this pic! i took this picture. DAMN NICE RIGHT. mom and pherlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KXtnTMqwI/AAAAAAAAB0U/wci4vDzgsgM/s1600-h/IMAGE_690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KXtnTMqwI/AAAAAAAAB0U/wci4vDzgsgM/s320/IMAGE_690.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161854932819421954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and pherlyn at the bee farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KXt3TMqxI/AAAAAAAAB0c/NiPF3D00Wsg/s1600-h/IMAGE_712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KXt3TMqxI/AAAAAAAAB0c/NiPF3D00Wsg/s320/IMAGE_712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161854937114389266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hamster. now dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KXuXTMqyI/AAAAAAAAB0k/L9LJY8Offvs/s1600-h/IMAGE_444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KXuXTMqyI/AAAAAAAAB0k/L9LJY8Offvs/s320/IMAGE_444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161854945704323874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KXunTMqzI/AAAAAAAAB0s/XFyY2Z00wj0/s1600-h/IMAGE_252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KXunTMqzI/AAAAAAAAB0s/XFyY2Z00wj0/s320/IMAGE_252.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161854949999291186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya i shall get back to work. i hate elearning =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sho bun i can't find a picture of mindy tan. get one from her yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-749791815965640921?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R6KTHHTMqlI/AAAAAAAABy8/t9yPrGQxJYY/s72-c/class+photo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-843581355717061231</id><published>2008-01-29T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T07:55:18.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall stop being vulgur =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-843581355717061231?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/843581355717061231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=843581355717061231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/843581355717061231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/843581355717061231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#843581355717061231' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-3809131230256487327</id><published>2008-01-29T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:26:42.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i've got so much homework =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) TOK: think of 5 qns &lt;br /&gt;2) geog: read first 3 pgs of notes&lt;br /&gt;3) TOK: read galileo thingy and do reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) bio: IA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) math: binomial worksheet&lt;br /&gt;6) math: p+c worksheet&lt;br /&gt;7) math: FILE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) math: revise p+c, and try to understand what the hell ycf was talking abt in class&lt;br /&gt;9) chem: get someone to teach me qn 6,7 of backtitration =(=(=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i think im gonna baozha. aiyo. anw today was quite a strange day. tied my hair up. felt damn weird. but at least it's fairly neat =) aiyo and on the busride home which takes about an hour i tried doing my math binomial worksheet BUT i only managed to do 2 parts of ONE QUESTION. wahlau. and my eyes were hurting so bad after that. and someone brought a cat on the bus wth. it was like mewing nonstop la! i almost went insane. and monkeys started walking towards me on my walk home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah basically the whole day i felt damn boozy and drugged. and the classroom's freaking cold =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRRRRRR I HATE DRAWING GRAPHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay it's about 630 now. i shall shower and prepare all the doing-homework-material. and at 7 SHARP i'll do &lt;strong&gt;MATH BINOMIAL&lt;/strong&gt;. after that i'll do the bloody &lt;strong&gt;IA&lt;/strong&gt;. then then then &lt;s&gt;if i do not fall asleep&lt;/s&gt; i'll do the &lt;strong&gt;P+C&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!! file. i'll do tmr morning la. and before i sleep i shall read the &lt;strong&gt;geog notes&lt;/strong&gt;. aiya to save time, i shall think of the &lt;strong&gt;5 TOK qns &lt;/strong&gt;while showering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay my time management skills have improved =)=)=)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw thnks sera for telling me that next yr's gonna get worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3809131230256487327?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3809131230256487327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3809131230256487327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3809131230256487327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3809131230256487327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3809131230256487327' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-9049349391455747953</id><published>2008-01-27T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:58.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shobun says that all girls under the age of 21 can't cook. so tonight i was out to prove him wrong, by making my own noodles ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was damn hungry, and i was craving for mee pok so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the cooked HANDMADE noodles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbTnTMqeI/AAAAAAAAByI/TwT7gchgeUY/s1600-h/IMAGE_455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbTnTMqeI/AAAAAAAAByI/TwT7gchgeUY/s320/IMAGE_455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160099665584892386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised there wasn't any sambal belachan in the fridge. so i couldn't make dry meepok. so smart and resourceful me did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made the noodles cold by tossing them with ice cubes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbVHTMqfI/AAAAAAAAByQ/G2CeNZdkhnY/s1600-h/IMAGE_456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbVHTMqfI/AAAAAAAAByQ/G2CeNZdkhnY/s320/IMAGE_456.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160099691354696178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tossed them with this cold jap salad sauce that i so so so love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbWnTMqgI/AAAAAAAAByY/a-hOXpv_zKo/s1600-h/IMAGE_457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbWnTMqgI/AAAAAAAAByY/a-hOXpv_zKo/s320/IMAGE_457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160099717124499970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that seemed kind of blah. so i opened a can of abalone which was meant for cny =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbXnTMqhI/AAAAAAAAByg/e3Ql6Ta7rXk/s1600-h/IMAGE_458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbXnTMqhI/AAAAAAAAByg/e3Ql6Ta7rXk/s320/IMAGE_458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160099734304369170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sliced it up and squeezed half a lime's juice over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbeXTMqiI/AAAAAAAAByo/YsLexyRhfM0/s1600-h/IMAGE_463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbeXTMqiI/AAAAAAAAByo/YsLexyRhfM0/s320/IMAGE_463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160099850268486178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xcj3TMqkI/AAAAAAAABy0/UpJlenbLNRc/s1600-h/IMAGE_464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xcj3TMqkI/AAAAAAAABy0/UpJlenbLNRc/s320/IMAGE_464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160101044269394498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE IT LOOKS QUITE APPETIZING RIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! shobun, who's the one who can't cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-9049349391455747953?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/9049349391455747953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=9049349391455747953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/9049349391455747953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/9049349391455747953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#9049349391455747953' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5xbTnTMqeI/AAAAAAAAByI/TwT7gchgeUY/s72-c/IMAGE_455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-3437801308725144624</id><published>2008-01-26T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:51:16.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love love love love this song &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(esp 0:02 to 0:10!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uOVLrUkno4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uOVLrUkno4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3437801308725144624?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3437801308725144624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3437801308725144624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3437801308725144624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3437801308725144624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3437801308725144624' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-7774058519188827112</id><published>2008-01-23T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:27:02.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I MUST BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THIS LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh yes... Pamelia if you're reading this, I'd just like to say how sorry I am for telling everyone in school about your blog. I understand that even though anyone can gain access to it, some degree of privacy must be maintained and I am full of remorse as I know that there are many deep, dark secrets and stupid things that you've done (that you always like to blog about) such as drink-driving, hiring male strippers on your 16th birthday party, getting engaged to a Swedish woman etc. that I know you would never want to tell the public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore as a sign of my upmost repentence, I appeal to all of the kind souls who might be reading this to spam tag her blog and tell her to forgive me:&lt;br /&gt;dreammilk.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;dreammilk.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;dreammilk.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;dreammilk.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;dreammilk.blogspot.com&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like OMG?!?!?! WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU BAOCHENG.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and better still. immediately after reading that the king of suan talked to me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;19:38:40Shoban says: hey did u oe ur best fren publicised ur blog...... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid sho bun. i can't believe this is happening to me la!! let me tell you what sho bun did to sabo me in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bao called. phone vibrates in pocket. i take it out and click ignore."&lt;br /&gt;sho bun in the super irritating (and loud) voice: wah chairlady using phone ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing that im quite a lucky person and that the teacher didn't hear. if not there won't be any photos to share in this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that incredibly evil classmate of mine also did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lab tech's phone beeps*&lt;br /&gt;sho bun (exclaiming): wah! pamelia, your phone ah!&lt;br /&gt;*whole class laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau i tell you can die being in the same class as him ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway apart from the sarcastic remarks from sho bun and the my friends' (cheryl and baocheng) betrayal, it has been quite a fun week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sho bun told us his theories about girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) girls like to say 3 words - &lt;em&gt;shut up&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;B) girls like to say "grrr" on msn.&lt;br /&gt;C) girls often laugh till they stoop to the ground&lt;br /&gt;D) girls, when excited, fan themselves with their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super funny. esp when he says it cos he has damn dramatic expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crk3TMqNI/AAAAAAAABwA/Mj05OScPJjk/s1600-h/IMAGE_369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crk3TMqNI/AAAAAAAABwA/Mj05OScPJjk/s320/IMAGE_369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158639810495949010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crlHTMqOI/AAAAAAAABwI/_nxBIbxgsao/s1600-h/IMAGE_370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crlHTMqOI/AAAAAAAABwI/_nxBIbxgsao/s320/IMAGE_370.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158639814790916322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crlXTMqPI/AAAAAAAABwQ/YU9trODFL8E/s1600-h/IMAGE_373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crlXTMqPI/AAAAAAAABwQ/YU9trODFL8E/s320/IMAGE_373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158639819085883634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crl3TMqQI/AAAAAAAABwY/_BHcnRywiBQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crl3TMqQI/AAAAAAAABwY/_BHcnRywiBQ/s320/IMAGE_374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158639827675818242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crmHTMqRI/AAAAAAAABwg/A-g5A0x9nM8/s1600-h/IMAGE_375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crmHTMqRI/AAAAAAAABwg/A-g5A0x9nM8/s320/IMAGE_375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158639831970785554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5ctMXTMqSI/AAAAAAAABwo/6cSmnBZ4cFY/s1600-h/IMAGE_372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5ctMXTMqSI/AAAAAAAABwo/6cSmnBZ4cFY/s320/IMAGE_372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158641588612409634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5ctMnTMqTI/AAAAAAAABww/OFlT-NmuQdI/s1600-h/IMAGE_371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5ctMnTMqTI/AAAAAAAABww/OFlT-NmuQdI/s320/IMAGE_371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158641592907376946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;during break&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sho bun killing someone because of cheryl ma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5ctNnTMqUI/AAAAAAAABw4/fsw5-d0KIw0/s1600-h/IMAGE_383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5ctNnTMqUI/AAAAAAAABw4/fsw5-d0KIw0/s320/IMAGE_383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158641610087246146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bao taking pictures of them two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cvOnTMqYI/AAAAAAAABxY/gMBKxOTH0vQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cvOnTMqYI/AAAAAAAABxY/gMBKxOTH0vQ/s320/IMAGE_382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158643826290370946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two betrayers!!! they should seriously be named judas. or 933 is another good alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5ctN3TMqVI/AAAAAAAABxA/9zsEOLicdHo/s1600-h/IMAGE_379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5ctN3TMqVI/AAAAAAAABxA/9zsEOLicdHo/s320/IMAGE_379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158641614382213458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sho bun and cheryl bought milk to suan me cos my blog url's dreammilk. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5ctOHTMqWI/AAAAAAAABxI/dRRW7yNtzeo/s1600-h/IMAGE_380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5ctOHTMqWI/AAAAAAAABxI/dRRW7yNtzeo/s320/IMAGE_380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158641618677180770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cvOXTMqXI/AAAAAAAABxQ/bB1noVdbBhs/s1600-h/IMAGE_381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cvOXTMqXI/AAAAAAAABxQ/bB1noVdbBhs/s320/IMAGE_381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158643821995403634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rajish and vicrum doing a dare! AHAHHA HOLD HANDS AND SAY "I'M GAY".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cvO3TMqZI/AAAAAAAABxg/dQlnzGAtz_c/s1600-h/IMAGE_387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cvO3TMqZI/AAAAAAAABxg/dQlnzGAtz_c/s320/IMAGE_387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158643830585338258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after guitar prac&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bao and i were being pessimistic and she said that it might be our last times being in the acsi compound so we decided to snap a few shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cvPHTMqbI/AAAAAAAABxw/Lfq96qIdTgI/s1600-h/IMAGE_392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cvPHTMqbI/AAAAAAAABxw/Lfq96qIdTgI/s320/IMAGE_392.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158643834880305586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bao made me do this haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cwX3TMqcI/AAAAAAAABx4/PaJLP7TC724/s1600-h/IMAGE_391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cwX3TMqcI/AAAAAAAABx4/PaJLP7TC724/s320/IMAGE_391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158645084715788738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cwYHTMqdI/AAAAAAAAByA/Nu-l_2gX9Hg/s1600-h/IMAGE_395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cwYHTMqdI/AAAAAAAAByA/Nu-l_2gX9Hg/s320/IMAGE_395.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158645089010756050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the way to the classroom in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moon's damn round la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cvPHTMqaI/AAAAAAAABxo/p7LUNf7mylI/s1600-h/IMAGE_385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5cvPHTMqaI/AAAAAAAABxo/p7LUNf7mylI/s320/IMAGE_385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158643834880305570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-7774058519188827112?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7774058519188827112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=7774058519188827112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7774058519188827112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/7774058519188827112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#7774058519188827112' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5crk3TMqNI/AAAAAAAABwA/Mj05OScPJjk/s72-c/IMAGE_369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-485993461251096512</id><published>2008-01-19T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:27:11.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I shall blog about the weekend; the long awaited weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um I think I post Friday's pictures first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Daryl+Cheryl+Bao+Me+Zhongen) went Holland V for lunch, and played Dai Dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3bmTZAiI/AAAAAAAABsg/o_n52_knUOE/s1600-h/IMAGE_292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3bmTZAiI/AAAAAAAABsg/o_n52_knUOE/s320/IMAGE_292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157456576803045922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My losing card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3b2TZAjI/AAAAAAAABso/ua74MjAOwkQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3b2TZAjI/AAAAAAAABso/ua74MjAOwkQ/s320/IMAGE_296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157456581098013234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight: the psychotic-murderer lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3b2TZAkI/AAAAAAAABsw/NQR-7-C1Fh8/s1600-h/IMAGE_298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3b2TZAkI/AAAAAAAABsw/NQR-7-C1Fh8/s320/IMAGE_298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157456581098013250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3b2TZAlI/AAAAAAAABs4/qgmz3ICy4Aw/s1600-h/IMAGE_306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3b2TZAlI/AAAAAAAABs4/qgmz3ICy4Aw/s320/IMAGE_306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157456581098013266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhongen drinking on the bus, tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3cGTZAmI/AAAAAAAABtA/zkYHnyQBuws/s1600-h/IMAGE_308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3cGTZAmI/AAAAAAAABtA/zkYHnyQBuws/s320/IMAGE_308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157456585392980578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WEEKEND&lt;/strong&gt; @ Gran's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sherlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L4h2TZAnI/AAAAAAAABtI/sJe1eJcOisY/s1600-h/IMAGE_316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L4h2TZAnI/AAAAAAAABtI/sJe1eJcOisY/s320/IMAGE_316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157457783688856178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Pherlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L4h2TZAoI/AAAAAAAABtQ/9HF-g6ERLj0/s1600-h/IMAGE_325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L4h2TZAoI/AAAAAAAABtQ/9HF-g6ERLj0/s320/IMAGE_325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157457783688856194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Dai Dee again. Muaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L4iGTZApI/AAAAAAAABtY/spyakNPzvy0/s1600-h/IMAGE_319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L4iGTZApI/AAAAAAAABtY/spyakNPzvy0/s320/IMAGE_319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157457787983823506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton: the retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L4iGTZArI/AAAAAAAABto/dX9v2qpBQu4/s1600-h/IMAGE_333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L4iGTZArI/AAAAAAAABto/dX9v2qpBQu4/s320/IMAGE_333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157457787983823538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton: the gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L5X2TZAsI/AAAAAAAABtw/K9BfMx3q5aE/s1600-h/IMAGE_334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L5X2TZAsI/AAAAAAAABtw/K9BfMx3q5aE/s320/IMAGE_334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157458711401792194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton: the act-cool-buay-cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L5YGTZAtI/AAAAAAAABt4/mW5jibtpxws/s1600-h/IMAGE_335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L5YGTZAtI/AAAAAAAABt4/mW5jibtpxws/s320/IMAGE_335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157458715696759506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Pherlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L5YGTZAuI/AAAAAAAABuA/zPhJBV7bfTg/s1600-h/IMAGE_336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L5YGTZAuI/AAAAAAAABuA/zPhJBV7bfTg/s320/IMAGE_336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157458715696759522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WEEKEND&lt;/strong&gt; @ home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar, Sam, Erin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L5YGTZAvI/AAAAAAAABuI/BaL8ysgFpCk/s1600-h/IMAGE_338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L5YGTZAvI/AAAAAAAABuI/BaL8ysgFpCk/s320/IMAGE_338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157458715696759538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam looks cute in this picture haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L5YWTZAwI/AAAAAAAABuQ/a6Hb6bAGJHU/s1600-h/IMAGE_340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L5YWTZAwI/AAAAAAAABuQ/a6Hb6bAGJHU/s320/IMAGE_340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157458719991726850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Sam, Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L6Q2TZAxI/AAAAAAAABuY/jWWTNZjQdQE/s1600-h/IMAGE_341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L6Q2TZAxI/AAAAAAAABuY/jWWTNZjQdQE/s320/IMAGE_341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157459690654335762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I LOVE THIS SHOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L6RGTZAzI/AAAAAAAABuo/05aSoAv8qUI/s1600-h/IMAGE_347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L6RGTZAzI/AAAAAAAABuo/05aSoAv8qUI/s320/IMAGE_347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157459694949303090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone trying to enlarge my eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L6RGTZA0I/AAAAAAAABuw/luaGKRbt3_g/s1600-h/IMAGE_348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L6RGTZA0I/AAAAAAAABuw/luaGKRbt3_g/s320/IMAGE_348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157459694949303106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sadist face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L6RGTZA1I/AAAAAAAABu4/aNYwFvdXOnY/s1600-h/IMAGE_349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L6RGTZA1I/AAAAAAAABu4/aNYwFvdXOnY/s320/IMAGE_349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157459694949303122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, Sam's huge eyes. Damn jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L6Q2TZAyI/AAAAAAAABug/b6T3Yg3i87g/s1600-h/IMAGE_343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L6Q2TZAyI/AAAAAAAABug/b6T3Yg3i87g/s320/IMAGE_343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157459690654335778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah and the super long lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7MmTZA2I/AAAAAAAABvA/_CpVPfjW_SU/s1600-h/IMAGE_354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7MmTZA2I/AAAAAAAABvA/_CpVPfjW_SU/s320/IMAGE_354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157460717151519586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksa from AC Barker: the ultimate indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7M2TZA3I/AAAAAAAABvI/p7V9MJcO4HI/s1600-h/IMAGE_357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7M2TZA3I/AAAAAAAABvI/p7V9MJcO4HI/s320/IMAGE_357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157460721446486898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7NGTZA4I/AAAAAAAABvQ/4cbXYpPnA4M/s1600-h/IMAGE_356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7NGTZA4I/AAAAAAAABvQ/4cbXYpPnA4M/s320/IMAGE_356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157460725741454210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me carrying my 145% overweight brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7NGTZA5I/AAAAAAAABvY/1kgQtCl9APE/s1600-h/IMAGE_358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7NGTZA5I/AAAAAAAABvY/1kgQtCl9APE/s320/IMAGE_358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157460725741454226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and got carried by him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7NGTZA6I/AAAAAAAABvg/dI4g40YhzhU/s1600-h/IMAGE_360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7NGTZA6I/AAAAAAAABvg/dI4g40YhzhU/s320/IMAGE_360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157460725741454242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by Erin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7_GTZA7I/AAAAAAAABvo/Ze8d2ZMODYM/s1600-h/IMAGE_361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7_GTZA7I/AAAAAAAABvo/Ze8d2ZMODYM/s320/IMAGE_361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157461584734913458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played gameboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7_GTZA8I/AAAAAAAABvw/ukMYfnlfTN0/s1600-h/IMAGE_363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7_GTZA8I/AAAAAAAABvw/ukMYfnlfTN0/s320/IMAGE_363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157461584734913474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stupid multiplayer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7_WTZA9I/AAAAAAAABv4/iFnArgfXojU/s1600-h/IMAGE_367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L7_WTZA9I/AAAAAAAABv4/iFnArgfXojU/s320/IMAGE_367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157461589029880786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's back to the commentary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-485993461251096512?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/485993461251096512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=485993461251096512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/485993461251096512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/485993461251096512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#485993461251096512' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R5L3bmTZAiI/AAAAAAAABsg/o_n52_knUOE/s72-c/IMAGE_292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-4280980708701462006</id><published>2008-01-18T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:36:01.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOD. CLIFTON IS FREAKING FUNNY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:54:37CLifton says: so what cca you joining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:54:47I say: im alr in guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:55:27CLifton says: oh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:55:43CLifton says: i thought like girls will join dance or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:56:08I say: so stereotypical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:56:25CLifton says: yup you stereotype also wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:56:31I say: fine lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:56:41I say: but actually i wanted to play guitar during hols alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:56:44I say: but no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:56:53CLifton says: you just started learning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:56:55I say: ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:56:57I say: a wk ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:56:59I say: yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:57:04CLifton says: they accept beginners!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:57:07I say: i know how to play 3 songs alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:57:09I say: yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:57:15I say: jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:57:22CLifton says: of course not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:57:27CLifton says: i know how to play musical instruments too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:57:31CLifton says: i play the recorder quite well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:58:02I say: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:58:21I say: haha damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:59:02CLifton says: fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:59:50I say: i mean the statement's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:00:24CLifton says: oh the sense of joy i get from reading that is positively overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:03:49I say: thought you are v stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:04:26CLifton says: oh no lah i just thought the guys in the OG make such corny jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:04:32CLifton says: so most of the time i was rolling my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:04:57I say: ya your facial expression in the og photo was damn constipated la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:05:18CLifton says: oh that was the look i was trying to go for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:05:32CLifton says: its the "in" thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:32:56I say: eh! do you have a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:33:05CLifton says: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:33:17CLifton says: you got ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:33:22I say: ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:33:42CLifton says: is it interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:33:57I say: haha how do you define interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:34:16CLifton says: when i dont roll my eyes&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try to blog about today tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-4280980708701462006?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4280980708701462006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=4280980708701462006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4280980708701462006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4280980708701462006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#4280980708701462006' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-2902405483678927332</id><published>2008-01-05T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:27:13.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMG IT'S BEEN SUPER LONG SINCE I'D LAST UPDATED. cos 1) orientation was tiring!! 2) internet was spoilt. anyway. these 3 days of orientation was really really really fun. okay basically this is what i did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i went to the wrong school:&lt;/strong&gt; i went to ACS (international) instead of ACS (independent). the culture at international really sucks. i decided to go early on the first day to leave a good impression, so i reached the international compound at 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: (steps down from car, sees people coming to ying jie me.) *trying to be friendly* Hello.&lt;br /&gt;people: *snigger and walk away*&lt;br /&gt;I: *WTH?! face* &lt;br /&gt;girl: hey what year are you?&lt;br /&gt;I: year 5.&lt;br /&gt;girl: ok can you wait in the G.O? *brings me into the office*&lt;br /&gt;people around the office: *screaming* WE'VE GOT OUR FIRST ORIENTEE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I: (tries to contact ny people, and finds out that they were in the office) *asking random girl* is there another office in this school, cos my friends said that they are in another office.&lt;br /&gt;girl: no... the school has only one office; could they be in the bookshop?&lt;br /&gt;I: (gives up. goes look for ny people)&lt;br /&gt;girl: *stopping me* eh, where are you going? can i help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had no choice but to stay in the general office till like 8? then i was brought up to the hall where they were marking attendance. that was when they realised that my name wasn't on my list. and right at that instant, baocheng called and told me that she was in a classroom and my name was on the list there. then the girl was like "are you in the wrong school? are you in acs international or independent?" then i was like "omg. i dont know." that's when i realised that my school was independent. so the girl brought me down to one guy near the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: so you going already ah?&lt;br /&gt;I: yea.&lt;br /&gt;guy: ok bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME HOW TO GET THERE LA PLEASE. so i walk walk walk walk all the way. thought of taking a taxi but that area was so pian pi! there were no taxis! lucky i met a nice auntie who walked with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached at 9. one hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i ate paper:&lt;/strong&gt; omg i can't believe i did this! yesterday was the orientation dinner. and we (people at my table) were playing games. the forfeit was eating paper, wiping another group's table with paper, and twisting someone's sideburns. then after that we changed game and the losers had to eat paper. we ate alot of paper. seriously. and halfway through the eating, we were told that the paper had been used to wipe someone's shoes. omg. that whole night i had stomachache la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got picked on by the teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; this is a really minor point, but quite amusing la. it was during class contact time and mr kishore was talking about something and i was being attentive and all, listening intently okay! suddenly he said "yes pamelia? why do i always see you smiling and laughing? maybe you should be our class rep!" WAH LAU! WHAT'S WRONG WITH SMILING/LAUGHING! AHHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at acs (international)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john barett! (the principal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-mVGTZASI/AAAAAAAABqg/pSArN1neFaM/s1600-h/IMAGE_259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-mVGTZASI/AAAAAAAABqg/pSArN1neFaM/s320/IMAGE_259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019380134543650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the p6 raffles girl that i made friends with there, and the acs (international) tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-mVWTZATI/AAAAAAAABqo/3ak7e2NzrXg/s1600-h/IMAGE_260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-mVWTZATI/AAAAAAAABqo/3ak7e2NzrXg/s320/IMAGE_260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019384429510962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first day of orientation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during chapel. see the band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-mVmTZAUI/AAAAAAAABqw/OnDqNa2qof0/s1600-h/IMAGE_261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-mVmTZAUI/AAAAAAAABqw/OnDqNa2qof0/s320/IMAGE_261.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019388724478274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;during orientation dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-mWGTZAWI/AAAAAAAABrA/53QSqtj20So/s1600-h/IMAGE_263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-mWGTZAWI/AAAAAAAABrA/53QSqtj20So/s320/IMAGE_263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152019397314412898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-ncGTZAXI/AAAAAAAABrI/EvFqxl83Btg/s1600-h/IMAGE_264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-ncGTZAXI/AAAAAAAABrI/EvFqxl83Btg/s320/IMAGE_264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152020599905255794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eka doing forfeit: wiping table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-ncWTZAYI/AAAAAAAABrQ/e01Q3zHBpew/s1600-h/IMAGE_265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-ncWTZAYI/AAAAAAAABrQ/e01Q3zHBpew/s320/IMAGE_265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152020604200223106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wiping shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-ncWTZAZI/AAAAAAAABrY/uqYxC8Tt15M/s1600-h/IMAGE_266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-ncWTZAZI/AAAAAAAABrY/uqYxC8Tt15M/s320/IMAGE_266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152020604200223122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-ncmTZAaI/AAAAAAAABrg/chFZQFa1Y2Y/s1600-h/IMAGE_267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-ncmTZAaI/AAAAAAAABrg/chFZQFa1Y2Y/s320/IMAGE_267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152020608495190434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl twisting sideburns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-nc2TZAbI/AAAAAAAABro/F2hF7Wb86QQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-nc2TZAbI/AAAAAAAABro/F2hF7Wb86QQ/s320/IMAGE_268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152020612790157746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo. the poor paper that we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-n2mTZAcI/AAAAAAAABrw/-ZKHtv3yM1o/s1600-h/IMAGE_270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-n2mTZAcI/AAAAAAAABrw/-ZKHtv3yM1o/s320/IMAGE_270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152021055171789250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo monday, lessons start :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm taking spanish :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2902405483678927332?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2902405483678927332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2902405483678927332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2902405483678927332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2902405483678927332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#2902405483678927332' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3-mVGTZASI/AAAAAAAABqg/pSArN1neFaM/s72-c/IMAGE_259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-3494500182736535347</id><published>2007-12-27T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:27:17.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I shall blog about yesterday, which was a long, eventful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode I - The Watermelon Granita Saga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, Sai was supposed to come over to prepare the watermelon granita (see picture below) for the 203 class gathering on the 29th, which is Saturday. I was supposed to meet her and her blender at 930 at the busstop near my house. Guess what? The incredibly clever Sai woke up late, and she forgot the blender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RMxmTY_6I/AAAAAAAABng/g7gynZD8oSU/s1600-h/ytd+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RMxmTY_6I/AAAAAAAABng/g7gynZD8oSU/s320/ytd+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148824688970497954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to NTUC to buy 2 watermelons (3kg each), and by the time we reached my house, it was about 1115? So. First we had to get the flesh off the watermelons. Sai was doing the chopping; halves first, then quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RMzGTY_9I/AAAAAAAABn4/2D2Ukoxw1-E/s1600-h/ytd+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RMzGTY_9I/AAAAAAAABn4/2D2Ukoxw1-E/s320/ytd+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148824714740301778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RPD2TY__I/AAAAAAAABoI/WZ2L8sxRqqc/s1600-h/ytd+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RPD2TY__I/AAAAAAAABoI/WZ2L8sxRqqc/s320/ytd+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148827201526366194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai: (upon slicing the watermelon into halves) OOH IT'S SO RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RPEmTZABI/AAAAAAAABoY/CahpwRxMclc/s1600-h/ytd+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RPEmTZABI/AAAAAAAABoY/CahpwRxMclc/s320/ytd+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148827214411268114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RPE2TZACI/AAAAAAAABog/hpzwpEz3CDU/s1600-h/ytd+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RPE2TZACI/AAAAAAAABog/hpzwpEz3CDU/s320/ytd+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148827218706235426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai has an incredibly funny way of getting the flesh off the melons; she chops the quarters into little slices, then slices the flesh off one by one. "Less wasteful", she said. "Think of the little children of Africa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RPFGTZADI/AAAAAAAABoo/6WWP22_ZC7E/s1600-h/ytd+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RPFGTZADI/AAAAAAAABoo/6WWP22_ZC7E/s320/ytd+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148827223001202738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think my method is more sensible - just scrape all the flesh from the quarter into the pot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai: (disapprovingly) See! So ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RQH2TZAEI/AAAAAAAABow/YJOonV6bQ8Y/s1600-h/ytd+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RQH2TZAEI/AAAAAAAABow/YJOonV6bQ8Y/s320/ytd+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148828369757470786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got tired of both our methods. So we grabbed one half of the watermelon and tried to scoop the flesh out using metal spoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RQIWTZAFI/AAAAAAAABo4/tPwBqilRujw/s1600-h/ytd+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RQIWTZAFI/AAAAAAAABo4/tPwBqilRujw/s320/ytd+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148828378347405394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RQImTZAGI/AAAAAAAABpA/N5qDNIL0uYQ/s1600-h/ytd+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RQImTZAGI/AAAAAAAABpA/N5qDNIL0uYQ/s320/ytd+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148828382642372706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RQI2TZAHI/AAAAAAAABpI/lSH8GUJj_3s/s1600-h/ytd+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RQI2TZAHI/AAAAAAAABpI/lSH8GUJj_3s/s320/ytd+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148828386937340018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good idea, cos this was how the spoon looked like after bending. (look at spoon on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RQJGTZAII/AAAAAAAABpQ/PtYrzvgI1AY/s1600-h/ytd+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RQJGTZAII/AAAAAAAABpQ/PtYrzvgI1AY/s320/ytd+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148828391232307330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we placed our chunks in the pot cos we had seriously alot of watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RPEWTZAAI/AAAAAAAABoQ/_45R9zsR97o/s1600-h/ytd+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RPEWTZAAI/AAAAAAAABoQ/_45R9zsR97o/s320/ytd+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148827210116300802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we had to weigh the watermelon chunks. I took out my electronic scale, but realised that it had died on me. Then I remembered that I had washed it the day before. Then Sai started OMG-ing, and saying "Isn't it like common sense not to wash machines! It's like washing your refrigerator!" :(:(:(:( I have to get a new one = byebye 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RMyWTY_7I/AAAAAAAABno/g17Z8qIxrq4/s1600-h/ytd+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RMyWTY_7I/AAAAAAAABno/g17Z8qIxrq4/s320/ytd+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148824701855399858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sai told me to get my weighing scale out (the one used to measure body weight). And we realised that it was spoilt as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RMy2TY_8I/AAAAAAAABnw/5NRK8mWlBK4/s1600-h/ytd+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RMy2TY_8I/AAAAAAAABnw/5NRK8mWlBK4/s320/ytd+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148824710445334466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we looked for a recipe for watermelon granita that called for a certain VOLUME of watermelon juice instead of WEIGHT. That brings us to the next step - converting the chunks to juice. And we realised once more that the smart Sai forgot the blender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam: (exasperated) See la! Who ask you to forget the blender! Now what do we use to blend the watermelon chunks!&lt;br /&gt;Sai: (neutral expression) Our hands la! &lt;br /&gt;*stupefied silence*&lt;br /&gt;Pam: (laughing) Omg are you serious.&lt;br /&gt;Sai: (whips out metal spoons) Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Pam: CHEY! I thought you meant use our hands to mash the watermelons. &lt;br /&gt;Sai: (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Pam: But how you mash with the spoon; got alot of watermelon leh.&lt;br /&gt;Sai: (demonstrates: held one metal spoon in both hands the way one holds a golf club, and starts jabbing pot of chunks repeatedly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RTUGTZAJI/AAAAAAAABpY/4DiAlAe-Ayk/s1600-h/ytd+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RTUGTZAJI/AAAAAAAABpY/4DiAlAe-Ayk/s320/ytd+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148831878745751698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up and brought out my trusty handheld blender :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RTUWTZAKI/AAAAAAAABpg/yGCUbn0TPYg/s1600-h/ytd+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RTUWTZAKI/AAAAAAAABpg/yGCUbn0TPYg/s320/ytd+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148831883040719010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After liquefying the chunks, we sieved the juice. So we were left with watermelon mush and ruby-red juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai: What do we do with the mush?&lt;br /&gt;Pam: You eat la!&lt;br /&gt;Sai: Ew. It looks disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Pam: What happened to the little children of Africa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we measured out the amount of juice needed (x4) and drank the rest. Yes, the mush got discarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RTUmTZALI/AAAAAAAABpo/zLvIKl4vQCY/s1600-h/ytd+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RTUmTZALI/AAAAAAAABpo/zLvIKl4vQCY/s320/ytd+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148831887335686322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We added sugar, lime juice, and salt to the mixture. Then came storing. We decided that to ensure the vitamins do not escape the juice, freezing would be the best storage method. Here's Sai packing my freezer to fit the huge pot in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RTVWTZAMI/AAAAAAAABpw/_Z9onjYqvq0/s1600-h/ytd+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RTVWTZAMI/AAAAAAAABpw/_Z9onjYqvq0/s320/ytd+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148831900220588226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RTVmTZANI/AAAAAAAABp4/gasOLDf5ues/s1600-h/ytd+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RTVmTZANI/AAAAAAAABp4/gasOLDf5ues/s320/ytd+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148831904515555538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode 2 - The Farewell Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aiyo. I didn't take alot of pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games like TREASURE HUNT, and ate nice food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RdpGTZAOI/AAAAAAAABqA/7Ok5chKnT6g/s1600-h/ytd+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RdpGTZAOI/AAAAAAAABqA/7Ok5chKnT6g/s320/ytd+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148843234639282402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the highlight of the evening was the performances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RdpmTZAPI/AAAAAAAABqI/xY1WnsSHoOs/s1600-h/ytd+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RdpmTZAPI/AAAAAAAABqI/xY1WnsSHoOs/s320/ytd+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148843243229217010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3Rdp2TZAQI/AAAAAAAABqQ/kuecjsOEaa0/s1600-h/ytd+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3Rdp2TZAQI/AAAAAAAABqQ/kuecjsOEaa0/s320/ytd+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148843247524184322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RdqWTZARI/AAAAAAAABqY/7TIkEfAEXT4/s1600-h/ytd+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RdqWTZARI/AAAAAAAABqY/7TIkEfAEXT4/s320/ytd+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148843256114118930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every sec 4 had a card pasted with lots of messages, 2 snickers, SYF photo and the new guzheng jacket :D The messages were very cute; brought back lots of memories. Like "shaky hand girl", "don't call me hui ker again". Some were damn funny; like Tongzhen's with so many "Hoho!"s, and Keyu's "FORGET" hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you juniors for such a wonderful farewell dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3494500182736535347?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3494500182736535347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3494500182736535347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3494500182736535347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3494500182736535347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3494500182736535347' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3RMxmTY_6I/AAAAAAAABng/g7gynZD8oSU/s72-c/ytd+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-1723326128428394025</id><published>2007-12-26T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:27:17.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyo. what nice friends i have. aiyo aiyo aiyo i cannot believe i got tricked!!!!!!!!! aiyo. shiru lied. she told me that acsi's uniform was a purple sleeveless blouse, green pencil skirt, and yellow scarf to protect the girls' faces from the MONDAY sun. and i can't believe i believed her :( eeyer. haha but it's a good thing that that's not the uniform. hahah yes tongzhen you can stop gloating alr. wahaha. cos this is how the uniform looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3IwUmTY_5I/AAAAAAAABnY/CC0zGOB7PfE/s1600-h/drama-blog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3IwUmTY_5I/AAAAAAAABnY/CC0zGOB7PfE/s320/drama-blog.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148230454475292562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SHIRUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE SO MEAN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;aiyoooooooooooooooo how could you trick me for so long!!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE SO STUPID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OMG Hahaha it's the funniest thing ever, ok!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HOW I KNOW LAHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT THE DESIGNERS AT ACSI WERE LIKE. WEIRD?&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HOW I KNOWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's IMPOSSIBLE for any school to have such ugly uniform?!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;why not!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;GREEN and PURPLE eh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;geniuses are weird what&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;there's why the scarf part was so weird&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At least you should've realised when I said "orange scarf to protect you from the monday sun"&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;what "monday sun"&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That was R I D I C U L O U S and you believed, alamak&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Best part is that Felicia believed also.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How did you find out? Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yuhui told me today at gz&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i got the shock of my life ok!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA YUHUI IS SO BORINGGGGGGG!!! WHY SHE TELL YOUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She's so nice, omg.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;cos she's kind! not like somebody &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hey. You better be more discerning about funny details like that. I can't see how I myself will believe that, man! I can't believe you did, ok!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;im in the same jc as youuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;die liao la&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you'll probably tell all our classmates next yr -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You deserve a big bonk on the head, ok&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh no oh no.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;what.......&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so what's the uniform like?&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly remember the blouse colour, but it's the crumply crinkly kind of material. &lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's quite light in colour, like off-whitish or yellow&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;are you lying.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And the skirt is black&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NO, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NOT LYING, REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I found out from my friend yesterday that we've to wear black shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now that's real.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You better be more discerning about funny details like that&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;how can uniform be of "crumply crinkly kind of material. "&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No really&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You should see it&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;where!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Omg you're a bit dumb&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHAT!!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;im so hurt&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You'll see it for yourself lah!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The uniform is pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think it's better than Hwa Chong's.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;do you have a photo of it?&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No but I can look for one, haha.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i tried!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhhhh i feel like strangling youuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.....!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You ought to strangle yourself first, Pomme.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;aiyo, you'll torture me in acsi ahha.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;aiyo&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yuhui was laughing at me la!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaa! She ought to, ok.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;EH&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;eh it's believable la&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU BELIEVED ME, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHY NOT&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO it ISN'T&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you know why&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;cos you typed it in caps&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as in&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the first letter of each sentance&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sentence&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*sentence&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ahahha&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so it looked like you copy-paste-ed it from somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just take that as a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But I still am ... shocked that you (AND FELICIA) believed me.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;whyyyyyyy &lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;lynette believed me&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SAI believed me&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS. &lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PAM!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;?????????&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Did you realise how much harm this is doing to your reputation! I can't believe you told so many people about the purple and green uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Btw&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Looks like all of you didn't listen during the talk Dr Ong and the VP gave in the auditorium some months back.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;omg for a minute there you sounded like PETER STOCKMANN&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They actually described the uniform, ok.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i vaguely remember&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;describe to me&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Black skirt, white (or something) blouse&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And the VP said it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't think the blouse is crumply lah&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It just tears easily&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i think crumply blouses are super bohemian&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;for school wear it should be something. cool?&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;like smart&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;http://acsis.wordpress.com/about/&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There's a group photo at the top&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That's the uniform.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YAY OMG THE TIE&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE TIE&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT THE GIRLS WERE GONNA WEAR THAT TIE TOO&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but still the uniform's nice  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the uniform (female) looks abit like rj's!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hey I think the skirt's dark blue. Not black. &lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Same colour as the guys' pants.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mm yea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's one of the better looking uniforms, k.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;at least it's not a PENCIL SKIRT&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're so funny omg hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bishhhh&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At least it isn't purple and green.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;at least the guys are not wearing pink&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And PAM the BEDROOM slippers were really stupid, k.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;?????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHAT BEDROOM SLIPPERS&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DONT SCARE ME&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Remember I told you about the bedroom slippers they have to wear in class? You said you're afraid those they provide won't be comfy enough and you'd like to take your own to school hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;did i!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i didnt!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Shiru sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YOU DID&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i only rmbed this part: "Remember I told you about the bedroom slippers they have to wear in class? "&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and not the second part!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No really you did.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I nearly died when you said that.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but you were lying right&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as in about the slippers.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;omg this is scary&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YEAH OF COURSE OMGGGGGGGGGGGG DO YOU STILL HAVE TO ASK ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OK FINEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SO MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of your ...... ________ness.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;haiyo. you are a hyena.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HEY&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe SAI believed.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ahahhahah eh. that proves that the purple green uniform was believable1&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No. It just proves that there's more than one goon.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;... that proves that i trusted you and she trusted me. what good and trusting friends we all are.&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's true. All hail optimism.&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ANW&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;Shiru says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See ya later!&lt;br /&gt;pamelia says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hahaha cya then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1723326128428394025?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1723326128428394025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1723326128428394025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1723326128428394025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1723326128428394025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1723326128428394025' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R3IwUmTY_5I/AAAAAAAABnY/CC0zGOB7PfE/s72-c/drama-blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-8148170571025860876</id><published>2007-12-21T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:27:21.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6OGTY_yI/AAAAAAAABmg/NwEqnbIXwx0/s1600-h/australia+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146622856806334242 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6OGTY_yI/AAAAAAAABmg/NwEqnbIXwx0/s320/australia+063.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from australia. bloody hell, my phone's line has been cut off. my house phone. so i can't call people when i really want to now!! aiyo. the repair man's coming anytime from 2-6. wth. anyway, &lt;STRONG&gt;in australia, i... ... stayed in a wild dolphin resort!&lt;/STRONG&gt; where i &lt;EM&gt;fed dolphins&lt;/EM&gt;, &lt;EM&gt;got woken up by kookaburras&lt;/EM&gt; and &lt;EM&gt;took photos by the beach&lt;/EM&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6N2TY_xI/AAAAAAAABmY/WQgX6ZMUU3s/s1600-h/australia+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146622852511366930 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6N2TY_xI/AAAAAAAABmY/WQgX6ZMUU3s/s320/australia+057.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x1qWTY_pI/AAAAAAAABlY/qdoyRtHPGrQ/s1600-h/australia+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146617844579499666 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x1qWTY_pI/AAAAAAAABlY/qdoyRtHPGrQ/s320/australia+023.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x1q2TY_qI/AAAAAAAABlg/aE_AZt7bvXc/s1600-h/australia+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146617853169434274 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x1q2TY_qI/AAAAAAAABlg/aE_AZt7bvXc/s320/australia+040.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x1rGTY_rI/AAAAAAAABlo/7ak51_Qbi6U/s1600-h/australia+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146617857464401586 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x1rGTY_rI/AAAAAAAABlo/7ak51_Qbi6U/s320/australia+053.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x1rWTY_sI/AAAAAAAABlw/k7X8y5wlwyQ/s1600-h/australia+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146617861759368898 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x1rWTY_sI/AAAAAAAABlw/k7X8y5wlwyQ/s320/australia+055.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x1rmTY_tI/AAAAAAAABl4/AesMa5Q6NfU/s1600-h/australia+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146617866054336210 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x1rmTY_tI/AAAAAAAABl4/AesMa5Q6NfU/s320/australia+056.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x0i2TY_kI/AAAAAAAABkw/LvDLbfKoDdo/s1600-h/australia+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146616616218852930 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x0i2TY_kI/AAAAAAAABkw/LvDLbfKoDdo/s320/australia+003.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x0jWTY_lI/AAAAAAAABk4/yxuncrBuHEI/s1600-h/australia+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146616624808787538 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x0jWTY_lI/AAAAAAAABk4/yxuncrBuHEI/s320/australia+004.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;... went to movie world!&lt;/STRONG&gt; where i &lt;EM&gt;got tricked into going on a rollercoaster&lt;/EM&gt; (that moved backwards!), &lt;EM&gt;took photos with the characters&lt;/EM&gt;, &lt;EM&gt;watched a performance&lt;/EM&gt;, and &lt;EM&gt;helped my siblings take videos of their rides&lt;/EM&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6LWTY_uI/AAAAAAAABmA/oRk6iwYtRHM/s1600-h/australia+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146622809561693922 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6LWTY_uI/AAAAAAAABmA/oRk6iwYtRHM/s320/australia+119.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6LmTY_vI/AAAAAAAABmI/QIH0c1KmRcg/s1600-h/australia+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146622813856661234 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6LmTY_vI/AAAAAAAABmI/QIH0c1KmRcg/s320/australia+124.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6L2TY_wI/AAAAAAAABmQ/4cbM2c9QfI8/s1600-h/australia+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146622818151628546 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6L2TY_wI/AAAAAAAABmQ/4cbM2c9QfI8/s320/australia+126.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... went to the kangaroo reserve!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;EM&gt;fed kangaroos&lt;/EM&gt; &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3 and stared at koalas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2yDoWTY_0I/AAAAAAAABmw/7SCmwM9GBsE/s1600-h/australia+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146633203382550338 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2yDoWTY_0I/AAAAAAAABmw/7SCmwM9GBsE/s320/australia+067.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2yDpGTY_1I/AAAAAAAABm4/OJCzqYfTisI/s1600-h/australia+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146633216267452242 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2yDpGTY_1I/AAAAAAAABm4/OJCzqYfTisI/s320/australia+068.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2yDp2TY_2I/AAAAAAAABnA/WWRwVz5RlVY/s1600-h/australia+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146633229152354146 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2yDp2TY_2I/AAAAAAAABnA/WWRwVz5RlVY/s320/australia+069.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2yDqGTY_3I/AAAAAAAABnI/2uoCq9iJMpw/s1600-h/australia+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146633233447321458 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2yDqGTY_3I/AAAAAAAABnI/2uoCq9iJMpw/s320/australia+070.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of uploading pics alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-8148170571025860876?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8148170571025860876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=8148170571025860876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8148170571025860876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8148170571025860876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#8148170571025860876' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R2x6OGTY_yI/AAAAAAAABmg/NwEqnbIXwx0/s72-c/australia+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-6872831932424975308</id><published>2007-12-12T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:27:23.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, mom and I are sick. She's down with cough and i'm suffering from flu. So I decided to make soup, since it's supposedly good for sick people, and besides my mom, being a cantonese, loves soup. The recipe that i chose to do is the very first recipe in "Mastering the Art of French Cooking". I was inspired to cook something from there after reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Julie-Julia-Year-Cooking-Dangerously/dp/0316013269/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1197464887&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;the Julie Powell book&lt;/a&gt; that I borrowed from the library. Anyway the recipe's damn straightfoward; I can type everything that I did here without referring to the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Slice thinly 1 pound of onions (454g) and dice/slice up 1 pound of potatoes. Honestly, this is the toughest part of the whole recipe; the onions made me cry. Dump the chopped vegetables, 1 tablespoon, and 2 litres of water into a huge pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_d40tNSdI/AAAAAAAABjg/MOmTVUkW9Jo/s1600-h/IMAGE_161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_d40tNSdI/AAAAAAAABjg/MOmTVUkW9Jo/s320/IMAGE_161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143073267771066834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bring to a rolling boil and reduce to a simmer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_eqktNSeI/AAAAAAAABjo/FAxfW6wK40s/s1600-h/IMAGE_162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_eqktNSeI/AAAAAAAABjo/FAxfW6wK40s/s320/IMAGE_162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143074122469558754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cover the pot partially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_erUtNSfI/AAAAAAAABjw/gD3_0nHoYss/s1600-h/IMAGE_163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_erUtNSfI/AAAAAAAABjw/gD3_0nHoYss/s320/IMAGE_163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143074135354460658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) ... and set your timer to anywhere between 40 and 50 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_erktNSgI/AAAAAAAABj4/THawQO3piW0/s1600-h/IMAGE_164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_erktNSgI/AAAAAAAABj4/THawQO3piW0/s320/IMAGE_164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143074139649427970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) By the time your timer sounds, the vegetables should be fork tender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_erktNShI/AAAAAAAABkA/bOE0tyx3mIs/s1600-h/IMAGE_166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_erktNShI/AAAAAAAABkA/bOE0tyx3mIs/s320/IMAGE_166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143074139649427986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Now you'd have to mash the vegetables. You can do this with a fork/food mill/food processor/blender, but I chose my hand-held blender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_er0tNSiI/AAAAAAAABkI/xxATOXXZN_s/s1600-h/IMAGE_167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_er0tNSiI/AAAAAAAABkI/xxATOXXZN_s/s320/IMAGE_167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143074143944395298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) And you'll now have yourself a pot of richly-coloured soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_gAEtNSjI/AAAAAAAABkQ/kiXetbcQ4UY/s1600-h/IMAGE_168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_gAEtNSjI/AAAAAAAABkQ/kiXetbcQ4UY/s320/IMAGE_168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143075591348374066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ladle some into your bowl and stir in a little softened butter, making the soup a little richer. (Use quality butter; the flavor of the butter here will be quite prominent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_gAEtNSkI/AAAAAAAABkY/F3UeF21ozIE/s1600-h/IMAGE_169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_gAEtNSkI/AAAAAAAABkY/F3UeF21ozIE/s320/IMAGE_169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143075591348374082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Sprinkle on some chopped chives and you are good to go. Chives have an onion-y taste, not unlike springonions, and they taste wonderful with the soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_gAUtNSlI/AAAAAAAABkg/VUy7vQJJotE/s1600-h/IMAGE_170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_gAUtNSlI/AAAAAAAABkg/VUy7vQJJotE/s320/IMAGE_170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143075595643341394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If you don't like the idea of butter in the soup, you can make garlic bread and spread the butter on the bread instead. To make garlic bread, toast some bread in the toaster. You don't have to use fancy bread for this; mass-produced, store-bought bread is fine. Peel a large clove of garlic and cut it into half. Get a fork and pierce the clove in such a way that the cut side is facing outwards. Hold the fork and use it to rub the clove on the toasted bread, till the bread smells garlicky. Spread some butter onto the bread, and eat with the soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_gAUtNSmI/AAAAAAAABko/pwkqtTRif50/s1600-h/IMAGE_171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_gAUtNSmI/AAAAAAAABko/pwkqtTRif50/s320/IMAGE_171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143075595643341410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-6872831932424975308?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6872831932424975308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=6872831932424975308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/6872831932424975308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/6872831932424975308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#6872831932424975308' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1_d40tNSdI/AAAAAAAABjg/MOmTVUkW9Jo/s72-c/IMAGE_161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-4879034821640574214</id><published>2007-12-09T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:27:23.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1vb3EtNScI/AAAAAAAABjY/IhjQ2Ztou3I/s1600-h/IMAGE_158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1vb3EtNScI/AAAAAAAABjY/IhjQ2Ztou3I/s320/IMAGE_158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141945138776197570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the salted butter caramel ice cream that i made yesterday... without an ice cream machine! despite that, the texture is quite creamy cos i kept beating up those ice crystals every few minutes. it's tasty! but it melts very quickly, so fast that it'd melted by the time i was halfway down the cone. but i think i'm the only one who's going to eat it, cos my mom has cough, M doesn't like eggy stuff, and my brother doesn't like caramel. but sam was forced by me to taste it, and he thought it was not bad just that it was too sweet. i'm now so insane over making ice cream, convinced that i can make ice cream of passable texture without a bloody machine. i think i'm gonna try cheesecake ice cream next, or maybe toasted coconut icecream marbled with a mango sorbet. haha i'm so going to put on weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm in love with david tao's voice. i realize that i like his take on old songs better than his new songs. 4:22 onwards is HOT!!! omg i can't believe i'm saying this. haha but the start and ending is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ugYR2qld3f8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ugYR2qld3f8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-4879034821640574214?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4879034821640574214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=4879034821640574214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4879034821640574214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/4879034821640574214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#4879034821640574214' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1vb3EtNScI/AAAAAAAABjY/IhjQ2Ztou3I/s72-c/IMAGE_158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-8099128018286685712</id><published>2007-12-03T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:27:26.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i shall blog about SUNDAY and TODAY with pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday;&lt;/strong&gt; i was helping out backstage for the guzheng concert. here's me and sai - the cool backstage crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QVxUtNSPI/AAAAAAAABhw/dotF7wAM6V0/s1600-R/IMAGE_120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QVxUtNSPI/AAAAAAAABhw/Blmn-Fe87Ag/s320/IMAGE_120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139757011852675314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QVx0tNSQI/AAAAAAAABh4/uL_v1ghbBZ4/s1600-R/IMAGE_121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QVx0tNSQI/AAAAAAAABh4/hwsI-2USxfk/s320/IMAGE_121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139757020442609922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we helped to "take care" of the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QV0EtNSRI/AAAAAAAABiA/7XF_jFcJqVU/s1600-R/IMAGE_122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QV0EtNSRI/AAAAAAAABiA/NdwWMhStZlQ/s320/IMAGE_122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139757059097315602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... which looked like this! but the packet that i got had roast chicken instead. haha damn lucky right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QV0ktNSSI/AAAAAAAABiI/ymTUqxEvvTo/s1600-R/IMAGE_123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QV0ktNSSI/AAAAAAAABiI/CkxelGJw7So/s320/IMAGE_123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139757067687250210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't help out with the make up though. aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QV00tNSTI/AAAAAAAABiQ/czfS2oZcDc4/s1600-R/IMAGE_125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QV00tNSTI/AAAAAAAABiQ/U-CxnaSaxK0/s320/IMAGE_125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139757071982217522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QWuEtNSUI/AAAAAAAABiY/DWpfLbV6RMI/s1600-R/IMAGE_131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QWuEtNSUI/AAAAAAAABiY/K5aC8MpAaPc/s320/IMAGE_131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139758055529728322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QWuEtNSVI/AAAAAAAABig/NaT69tMc21k/s1600-R/IMAGE_132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QWuEtNSVI/AAAAAAAABig/OW6oohRiswA/s320/IMAGE_132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139758055529728338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i helped rania tie a french plait, though people like tongzhen thought it was ugly. aiyo! it's quite neat what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QWuUtNSWI/AAAAAAAABio/SutsNl5KOtE/s1600-R/IMAGE_133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QWuUtNSWI/AAAAAAAABio/U3y0ZjpdTsk/s320/IMAGE_133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139758059824695650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? (haha that extra hand is sai's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QWuUtNSXI/AAAAAAAABiw/pktVsB_GFB0/s1600-R/IMAGE_138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QWuUtNSXI/AAAAAAAABiw/rSFrDq-_bn0/s320/IMAGE_138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139758059824695666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha a shot of them waiting backstage before their item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QWuktNSYI/AAAAAAAABi4/w8ccfVouORU/s1600-R/IMAGE_139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QWuktNSYI/AAAAAAAABi4/9BabrIv3_AU/s320/IMAGE_139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139758064119662978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today;&lt;/strong&gt; went swimming with tong and vivien. lydia came to watch haha! hmm the water temp was quite nice and i wanted to stay there and drift, but the sun was shining so intensely, i was afraid i would get sunburnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins came over to sleepover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QXuEtNSZI/AAAAAAAABjA/DS6RcrRDb5I/s1600-R/IMAGE_140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QXuEtNSZI/AAAAAAAABjA/m6nWhZhf-jM/s320/IMAGE_140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139759155041356178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked cookies with them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QXuUtNSaI/AAAAAAAABjI/MKJk8FnCxco/s1600-R/IMAGE_142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QXuUtNSaI/AAAAAAAABjI/tcf-uzq22EQ/s320/IMAGE_142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139759159336323490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got bullied haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QXu0tNSbI/AAAAAAAABjQ/kQnSl9Q3L1I/s1600-R/IMAGE_144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QXu0tNSbI/AAAAAAAABjQ/i_06wS-VZwo/s320/IMAGE_144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139759167926258098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-8099128018286685712?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8099128018286685712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=8099128018286685712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8099128018286685712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/8099128018286685712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#8099128018286685712' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R1QVxUtNSPI/AAAAAAAABhw/Blmn-Fe87Ag/s72-c/IMAGE_120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-9075803070113299610</id><published>2007-12-01T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T03:03:42.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AIYOAIYO I'M HERE TO BLOG ABOUT EMBARRASSING, SICK, HILARIOUS YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sai went to yuhui's house to bake cheesecake brownies for the people performing tomorrow. what nice seniors we are :D yuhui's house is damn convenient la!! so close to the mrt and MOST IMPORTANTLY, PHOON HUAT. and the sembawang branch is damn big somemore. aiyo. anyway when we finally reached her house, me and sai realised that yuhui, other than getting her dinner, has NEVER EVER gone into the kitchen before O.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first step was to melt the chocolate and butter, and after about 15 mins of searching, we found a suitably sized bowl that 260g of chocolate and 160g of butter can be melted comfortably inside. yuhui was in charge of mixing the cheesecake batter. nothing really disastrous happened, just that yuhui broke the egg JUST BY HOLDING ONTO IT. it was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuhui: but the egg needs to be at room temperature leh (or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;egg: *CRACK!*&lt;br /&gt;yuhui: *SCREAM!*&lt;br /&gt;pam and sai: *stares at egg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! i can't believe we forgot to add the flour!!! we were happily mixing the choc-butter mix with the egg-sugar mix, and piping; then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sai: what's the flour on the table for?&lt;br /&gt;yuhui and pam: *stare*, *scream*&lt;br /&gt;*kitchen erupted in OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG sounds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo aiyo. so the first few batches went without flour, baking powder and salt; and tasted like chocolate-air. haha. the final few batches were TASTY :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY AT THIS POINT OF TIME, I MUST TELL THE READERS OF SAI'S BLOG THAT I WAS NOT THE ONLY SICK ONE!! okay i'll give her, i was the one who said the brownies looked like boobies, but that was only cos the dome was so, um, spherical? ahahah. and sai was the sick one la! she was classifying them into c/d/e cups -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were quite bored because the "fa yu guo cheng" of the brownies were super long (actually only 15 mins heehee), so we decided to post on the gz blog, since it has been stagnant for about a month. and we came up with the idea of SPY (our initials), and to publicize we tagged on every blog, including ours! so that people would not suspect us!! then we asked tongzhen to see, and she guessed that P was me!! and we realised that it said PAM on blogger. gahhhhh. so dumb. and we thought we were smart... aiyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more details of the day, go visit sai's blog! i'm lazy to type more haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-9075803070113299610?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/9075803070113299610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=9075803070113299610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/9075803070113299610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/9075803070113299610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#9075803070113299610' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-1803458552104240246</id><published>2007-11-29T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:06:25.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first and foremost, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU RUTH, YUHUI, RANIA, TONGZHEN, AND LYDIA FOR THE CAKE :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that nowadays i'm more into cooking than baking! cos i don't know what to bake, cos almost every baked good in my recipe box sounds boring. cookies, cakes, browines. nothing special. gah. or maybe it's the influence of the library books that i've been borrowing. the most recent book that i'd borrowed so far is "a pig in provence". love the book, especially the chapter on goats and making cheese. it includes some scrumptious recipes that i want to make!! like "porc a l'ancienne avec moutarde et capres". i decided to cook whatever i want in the book before returning it, rather than photocopying recipes and filing them for later use. i shall go to the library again tomorrow :) the 8-books-limit is thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating a pork floss bun now! i love pork floss. okay that was quite random. anyway i realised that my blog has a lack of posts, making it look quite empty. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i brought mini cheesecakes for the guzhengers :D but they softened under the heat of the afternoon sun. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to type further&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1803458552104240246?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1803458552104240246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1803458552104240246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1803458552104240246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1803458552104240246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1803458552104240246' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-1240738661264164727</id><published>2007-11-28T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:00:58.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we went swimming again today! i love swimming cos i feel good after that. like... my arms will ache, and my cheeks will feel super hot. so when i bathe in the super cold water, it will be super SHUANG. lost my strawberry stud while swimming :(:( haha. after exercising i ate belly pork, which is super unhealthy. aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyooooo tomorrow have to go for cca practice cos lydia lee forced me to. boring boring boring. haha today i entertained myself with my library books, but after that my eyes were very tired. so i tried to sleep but couldn't. suay. lydia says she will write me a timeplan haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! OH! OH! and jingjing is super healthy! she swims before every cca practice; maybe i should join her tomorrow. but she swims at clementi swimming complex. so far... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'm going to bake later. therapy therapy therapy. but i realise that recently i've been hesitating to bake. i don't know why. anyway thanks everyone who wished me happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1240738661264164727?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1240738661264164727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1240738661264164727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1240738661264164727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1240738661264164727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1240738661264164727' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-5158981853091695806</id><published>2007-11-23T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:27:28.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my new specs are here! haha anyway i decided to start testing recipes for the christmas party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Dong po braised pork&lt;br /&gt;(b) Chicken Gambonettes with Soy-Honey Glaze&lt;br /&gt;(c) Poached Chicken with Green Apple and Curry&lt;br /&gt;(d) Boneless stuffed chicken&lt;br /&gt;(e) Yakitori&lt;br /&gt;(f) Coconut and almond crusted prawns with grapefruit salad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was my half of the recipes. my mom is doing the more traditional dishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Suan pan zi&lt;br /&gt;(b) Fried mee siam&lt;br /&gt;(c) Wafu salad&lt;br /&gt;and probably (d) Oxtail stew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, all her recipes are tried and tested, and mine aren't. yesterday i started cooking from my list. i started with the coconut and almond crusted prawns with the salad cos i had nice jumbo prawns yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the recipe's fairly straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) peel and devein prawns. save prawn shells for flavoring pasta/making prawn stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQee4JPNI/AAAAAAAABhA/Ywiogqapz8I/s1600-h/IMAGE_099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQee4JPNI/AAAAAAAABhA/Ywiogqapz8I/s320/IMAGE_099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136232753398365394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQe-4JPOI/AAAAAAAABhI/dJnriqkCLXI/s1600-h/IMAGE_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQe-4JPOI/AAAAAAAABhI/dJnriqkCLXI/s320/IMAGE_101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136232761988300002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) then you start the breading process: coconut milk, flour, coconut milk, toasted almonds and dessicated coconut mix. left to right: flour, toasted almonds and dessicated coconut mix, coconut milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQfe4JPPI/AAAAAAAABhQ/lS2QKQrbpDM/s1600-h/IMAGE_102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQfe4JPPI/AAAAAAAABhQ/lS2QKQrbpDM/s320/IMAGE_102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136232770578234610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eSAO4JPQI/AAAAAAAABhY/95UFAkv14lE/s1600-h/IMAGE_103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eSAO4JPQI/AAAAAAAABhY/95UFAkv14lE/s320/IMAGE_103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136234432730578178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) fry the prawns no longer than 2 minutes and arrange on salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eSAu4JPRI/AAAAAAAABhg/a-zhzln_G50/s1600-h/IMAGE_105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eSAu4JPRI/AAAAAAAABhg/a-zhzln_G50/s320/IMAGE_105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136234441320512786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eSA-4JPSI/AAAAAAAABho/qyzeAznHEXo/s1600-h/IMAGE_107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eSA-4JPSI/AAAAAAAABho/qyzeAznHEXo/s320/IMAGE_107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136234445615480098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prawns were fairly good right after frying, but i thought it would be better to serve them with a sweet and sour dip rather than a salad. they had an uber thick crust though, probably due to the vicosity of the coconut milk. and that was made apparent when they cooled to room temperature, and the crust became less crisp. i will not make this for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE HORRORS OF SHOPPING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQdu4JPLI/AAAAAAAABgw/hHH8u6v7lqQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQdu4JPLI/AAAAAAAABgw/hHH8u6v7lqQ/s320/IMAGE_090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136232740513463474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQeO4JPMI/AAAAAAAABg4/tWb_vHLWhWI/s1600-h/IMAGE_091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQeO4JPMI/AAAAAAAABg4/tWb_vHLWhWI/s320/IMAGE_091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136232749103398082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-5158981853091695806?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHDuy290uVg/R0eQee4JPNI/AAAAAAAABhA/Ywiogqapz8I/s72-c/IMAGE_099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19990792.post-1958297921713025786</id><published>2007-11-22T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:12:12.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm home now looking after my sick brother. i think i'm wasting my holidays away. these few days all i have been doing is go for cca practices to help babysit the sec ones, go swimming, jogging, very minimal shopping, a little baking, and just practically rotting at home. gah. i'm probably not going for guitar classes till maybe next year? cos i'd feel damn guilty if i spend that much money before i actually earn it. haha. so chong you go learn first bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm what are my plans for the following days? i was thinking of testing out recipes for our christmas party this year, and probably buying christmas presents for my family, and yes, bake for the guzhengers :D but recently i've been having abit of a baker's block. i don't know what to bake! although my house has almost all the ingredients needed for all the "sweet" recipes in my recipe box. suggestions would be greatly appreciated (please don't tell me frozen yoghurt). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've recently realized that i'm ADDICTED to shopping. omg. i can't believe it. maybe that's what a year worth of deprivation does to a person, but all around me, all i see are CLOTHES. hahaha. i want to go shopping, but i must save money. aiyo. so people, please don't don't don't tempt me by asking me to go shop this month k. you can ask me next month when my pocket money comes :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TODAY (FRIDAY) TO SUNDAY THERE IS A 20% DISCOUNT FOR KINO CARD HOLDERS! hahaha. maybe i shall get my journal. it's $16 ++ before discount. it's quite worth it to buy it now actually cos i'll only have to pay $12 ++ after the discount.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the temptation..........!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1958297921713025786?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1958297921713025786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1958297921713025786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1958297921713025786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1958297921713025786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1958297921713025786' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-1770616600487858807</id><published>2007-11-19T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T02:57:52.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY I'M VERY HAPPY NOW COS I BOUGHT ALOT OF NICE PRETTY CLOTHES :D:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i just came back from shopping! me and mingyi went shopping at bugis (only) from 11 to now, which is um about 6. anyway. i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) a big, white, waterproof, glittery bag for my swimming stuff&lt;br /&gt;b) a plain brown dress that can be worn over jeans&lt;br /&gt;c) a little miss shirt&lt;br /&gt;d) strawberry earstuds&lt;br /&gt;e) strawberry cloth slippers &lt;br /&gt;f) a tube for wearing inside some of my clothes&lt;br /&gt;g) a tank top! it was on offer @ 9 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH I'M SO DAMN EXCITED. but i did not buy my journal as planned cos the kino branch at bugis did not have the kind i wanted (it's at orchard). aiyo. anyway on the bus home there were some people gaying around. like live brokeback in front of me. bloody irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet feel like they are about to shatter to pieces cos we walked so much. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-1770616600487858807?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1770616600487858807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=1770616600487858807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1770616600487858807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/1770616600487858807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#1770616600487858807' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-2110257349414617484</id><published>2007-11-17T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:41:39.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't understand my mom. she keeps buying animals for my brother to kill. she just bought a terrapin today. poor thing. oh and the salted-butter-caramel macarons that xinni, mel and i made was quite successful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i already decided what i'm gonna buy when i go out with mingyi tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY JOURNAL! i saw the one that i wanted couple months ago. it's sleek, slim and black. ming said i should probably get one with dates on it so that i would be motivated to write an entry daily. i want a journal cos often after a particular event/incident, i would have alot of gan xiang on the bus ride and walk home, but when i get home, the thoughts just vapourize into nothingness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) CLOTHES! we're going fareast and bugis to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it haha. BUT BUT BUT. I DECIDED NOT TO BUY COOKBOOKS COS THEY ARE FREAKING EXPENSIVE. i shall faire des economies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-2110257349414617484?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2110257349414617484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=2110257349414617484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2110257349414617484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/2110257349414617484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#2110257349414617484' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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-19990792.post-3857195679683247157</id><published>2007-11-17T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T01:53:27.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>modem's confiscated by mom. so i'm using my gran's computer now. i've been so bored these few days la. nothing to do :( so! so! so! i shall bake more, swim more?, and go for guzheng practices more often. i've sort of given up on finding a job cos most places want people who are 17/18 years and above. my stupid cousin's now here beside me waiting for me to play mahjong as usual -.- anyway. think i'm not going school on monday le la cos im going out w mingyi. so in love w this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-Flgwb1pI8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-Flgwb1pI8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19990792-3857195679683247157?l=dreammilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3857195679683247157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19990792&amp;postID=3857195679683247157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3857195679683247157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19990792/posts/default/3857195679683247157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreammilk.blogspot.com/index.html#3857195679683247157' title=''/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10296523085558320786</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>
