<?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-22553581</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:28:57.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pamela-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pam..</name><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>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-116297124552834456</id><published>2006-11-07T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:27:16.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just thought that i'd love to see a template on this blog instead of a 'moved!=)' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i DID move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pamelic.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://pamelic.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-116297124552834456?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/116297124552834456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=116297124552834456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/116297124552834456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/116297124552834456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-thought-that-id-love-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115778885925887460</id><published>2006-09-09T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:16:40.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi babes, tagboard will be removed. use the comment below! *points below*&lt;br /&gt;prelims on next week, so i won't be online. and yea graciee don't count today plsplspls! i won't be online next week. i told my sister to not let me use. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;--Steve Irwin       *»¤® X-ÐøGg ©¤«*         [J\/| ã±± |_ ëø]               ♥                           ` says: lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;--Steve Irwin       *»¤® X-ÐøGg ©¤«*         [J\/| ã±± |_ ëø]               ♥                           ` says: im small cute and strong ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamellows. =D says:&lt;br /&gt;SMALL - yes&lt;br /&gt;CUTE- no&lt;br /&gt;STRONG- NO!&lt;br /&gt;Pamellows. =D says: hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *  ok, and for all my good friends out there, you know where to find me! i love you all! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of late, it's been crazy, i've been smiling more then ever and im happy. whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115778885925887460?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115778885925887460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115778885925887460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115778885925887460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115778885925887460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-babes-tagboard-will-be-removed.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-115755280786171962</id><published>2006-09-06T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T08:46:20.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some birthday shoutouts =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my sweetest cell leader&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jacqueline&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;although i've known you since i was in primary school via my brother, but i guess i've grown closer to you only this year? and you're one great person really. seem to excel in everything. haha, and at the same time you're able to moderate your time, plan it wisely so well that you can juggle mahjong sessions, studying, tuition, time for God etc. well. something, i've to learn haha. anywhoo you're really nice great and everything else that i can't think of on the spur of the moment. i'll tell you more on sunday hahaha. anyway happy birthday! and stop lying about your age to new comers you don't look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;young. hahaha! jk. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jeremy&lt;/span&gt;! (tomorrow; funny it's all the J's)&lt;br /&gt;hey, although you're a little cocky sometimes but it's all good, stay hardworking and man your pinings for amanda is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woah!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. still, grow stronger in the Lord and don't get so stressed up. study hard (As always) =D i'm sure you'd be able to get into SAJC. seeing that you've got a place in it already hahaha. all the same, study hard Geog and art isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;bad. =D hahaha see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebecca! &lt;/span&gt;( on the 8th)&lt;br /&gt;hey! you little girl, small in size, big in humor. nonetheless kind, and i like that drive i see in you when you study goodness. something that i can't achieve. anyway, don't get so pissed at things that seem to matter a lot now, take a nice deep breath and continue with life. =D sorry that i can't attend your party. anywhoo i'll miss you and your crazy antics that never fails to brighten up the class life, your raging hormones, touchy touchy bits, something that i'll always associate you with. and yea man, thanks for all the funky bread you bring to class all that ham and your half-a-chicken pie. haha. see ya! happy birthday! don't eat beef too! ahhaha. -inside joke-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heys! i'm so freaked, it's wednesday already and i've only just began looking at my book, found someplace in the house that's quite conducive to study without having to constantly ask my brother/sister to switch off their music. i'll feel like such a nag, asking them to switch off even if i hear a whisper. so, i'll go to my parents room! why of course, solitude, no computer and the TV doesn't interest me anymore. my phone, ok who cares about my phone when i cannot sms anymore. since i've bombed my messages so i can't message you guys unless it's really important till the 16th is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, monday was good. why? cause i went shopping!! yes. omgah, very broke pamela decides to spend some money. initially i was all moody and didn't try any clothes why? because if i try them on, i'll buy them. and yes my shopping spirit came, i went insane, so mad that i actually bought a skirt. and pamela doesn't wear skirts, moreover it cost a whopping sixty bucks. and no i don't have that kind of money so very nice priscilla paid for me (obviously i've to pay back. nothing comes free =D ) so yea. and when was the last time i actually went out with my girls? say.. last year? and it wasn't even complete then, so i'm so grateful that i actually went out albeit the prelims are next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was spent in school, i tried to study! but got a good hour out of it, spent the rest of the time talking. and seriously i think it's me. when i'm not there people study better. guess i talk too much, i really have to study alone or i'll just yak on like theres no tomorrow. bahah, but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, on sunday my sis and i saw a pushcart-similar stall, and they were selling chocolates 10% off. i was staring at ritter sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/03-09-06_1458.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/03-09-06_1458.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bought this! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes being the very poor me, decided to share it with my sister in the end. while my sister being the richer one, bought many more chocolates! =D she was very nice too, treating me ice-cream. something not quite the norm around here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/03-09-06_1459.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/03-09-06_1459.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my sis's chocs. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/03-09-06_1448.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/03-09-06_1448.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half-eaten ice-cream =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/05-09-06_1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/05-09-06_1633.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my disney princess stickers, goodness i was tearing like crap because i had the flu on that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/05-09-06_1632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/05-09-06_1632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xian, tab (and scissors) juls &amp; all the disney princesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/04-09-06_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/04-09-06_1419.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pris and i. yay, all five of us in this entry. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights i'm SO tired, slept at 4 today/the day before. and it is worth it i guess. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahah, ok photos are up on &lt;a href="http://snapandgo.blogspot.com"&gt;snapandgo&lt;/a&gt; (randoms), and no teacher's day photos yet. it's taking a million years to load. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sitting on the ledge, the moon just above; wind beating softly against your skin. what more can you ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115755280786171962?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115755280786171962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115755280786171962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115755280786171962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115755280786171962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-birthday-shoutouts-d-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-115712414358896581</id><published>2006-09-01T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:15:46.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so free. really, it's tiring to tell a lie, and to keep it, for 3-4 long years. and it's to the very people who are so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut the very long story short. my parents know about me having a phone now. and surprisingly they were quite cool with it. although i sense disappointment. i mean i lied to them, and i expected so much more. like scoldings and all, but my mum.. i guess i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway a little shout out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my friends thank you for 'helping' me, i mean not telling my mum anything, in a way it's helping me but in a way it isn't but still i love you guys. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my brother. omg, without you i don't know what i'll do. i'm sorry that you have to get the short end of the stick because of my wrongdoing. and, i swear you're the bestest brother anyone can have, although you have your moments, but i do too. and yea i'm sorry about the w810i thing and like i said you can use my plan when you want. =D i lovee ya!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis, hahah thanks for everything you've done. you know it well =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, redundant post, just glad to have that burden lifted. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as John 8:32 says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;*bestow the golden words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-26403" class="sup"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; free&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so true, the truth set me free in this area, but there are some other truths maybe, it'll be better if it's kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, ok gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the indian girls i mentioned in my previous post? i took a picture of the one who said 'no cannot' to me, the other one went into the bread shop. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/31-08-06_1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/31-08-06_1437.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a tad bit small cause i zoomed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/31-08-06_1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/31-08-06_1415.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was in bus 13 with the two obnoxious people behind me, so took a nice shot, btw there's a hotel along that line that says GAYWORLD hotel. it's quite gay if you actually see the people that enters the hotel haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/30-08-06_1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/30-08-06_1354.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day it was pouring like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks juls for the fir disc, omgoodness, i adore fir! it's like the nicest chinese band around. although the first disc was the best. but still.. hahaha. omg i sound like some cheenafart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sick, like i don't have the cough or whatever nots you usually get when you get caught under the rain, and then under the aircon for an hour, and more rain, more air con. then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel dehydrated for goodness sakes. i'm suppose to feel hydrated. whats wrong with me, i think i've downed more than 5 litres of water today. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok splitting headache, off to bed. night world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freedom is never free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115712414358896581?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115712414358896581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115712414358896581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115712414358896581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115712414358896581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-feel-so-free.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115703184238153107</id><published>2006-08-31T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T06:44:02.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;landon pig- can't let you go. heard that song on the radio when my mum drove me to school cause, it was raining cats and dogs and rabbits and the list goes on. landon pig. what a name! but if he sings great songs, who cares. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, why rain, why now, all of the sudden it's pouring crazily, and it doesn't stop does it. maybe God is crying ever so badly, because mankind is killing mankind. because we're too selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/30-08-06_1335.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/30-08-06_1335.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was dark, and cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/30-08-06_1337.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/30-08-06_1337.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; two minutes later, the dark clouds moved on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. anyway this week was both good and bad. why good? cause i FINALLY got to breathe shopping air. and it's good. it's been SO LONG since i last went out. and bad because i got pissed at two indian kcians today. and they spoke in tamil, obviously bitching about me cause i told them to tone down. i mean get this, you would do the same if they were SHRIEKING in the bus every minute or so. goodness and the ride from KC to potongpasir is an hour long, and they were screaming nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after half and hour of non-stop screaming ( i don't know how she does it man.)&lt;br /&gt;i turned and told them to tone down, it went something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;screams excitedly because her so-called crush msged her&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;me: *&lt;em&gt;turns&lt;/em&gt;* hey, can you both speak softer?&lt;br /&gt;one of them: &lt;strong&gt;no, cannot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *&lt;em&gt;stares, no GLARES&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;smallergirl said to bigger girl: okok, quiet quiet.&lt;br /&gt;biggergirl *&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i turned back and stone, and since both of them were talking ever so loudly, i could hear their conversation. the bigger girl went like : but mum, today's teacher's day! i HAVE to go back and visit my teacher, she is the one who passed my PSLE for me!! i have to go back *shrieks*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pass her psle for her? wow! thats new.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so using my great inference skills, i reckoned that they were sec ones. and my goodness, they disgraced KC completely. no that i actually mind, but i mean there are people in the bus, and no one in their right mind will scream, blast their music, talk so loudly. all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello, im not exaggerating but she literally screamed. gahh. moreover i was drenched through so i wasn't in an exactly good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, anywhoo it's teachers day! =D last teacher's day in KC, and boy, isn't KC getting duller and duller by the minute. no one shows enthusiasm anymore! when we had mass last time, all of us will sing together in unison, but now? no one does anything, they just sit there while people up in the gallery (sec5s) are enjoying themselves, singing ever so merrily. even during the national day it was boring, no one stands up and sing, doing the train, going mad anymore. we all just sit and &lt;em&gt;s..t..o..n..e..&lt;/em&gt; like it was the best thing to do ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, photos will be up in my photo blog when all's done.&lt;br /&gt;and this post sounds so bitchy, it wasn't intended.&lt;br /&gt;and my pratical was so screwed up, none of my reagents worked, so i inferred my answers all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, happy teachers day to all teachers. =D i love you although it may seem otherwise. oops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;build me up buttercup - foundations.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115703184238153107?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-115651545733436091</id><published>2006-08-25T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:41:58.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*in loving memory of cikgu rathia, dearly missed always remembered, never forgotten.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;random musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a show on arts central the other day and they were showing the history of the forbidden city, even up till now, with technology so advanced, we are still unable to uncover the secrets within the forbidden city. the building stood the test of time, being the home to 24 emperors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the highlight of the show was something on eunuchs. i've always known eunuchs to be people who are castrated so that they are able to be 'safer servants' to the people in the palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i thought, maybe they will undergo vasectomy! but oh my, technology wasn't THAT advance then. the show said that they used to tie the hands of the men, and cut of their testicles. only half of the people who yearn to become eunuchs survive. afterall, holding a job in the palace then was quite prestigious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what i didn't know is that they cut it off. and by cut it off, i gather you know what i mean (penile amputation). and they showed a picture too! which i found off the net, and if you really want to have a look at it. it's here. &lt;a href="http://www.blubie.de/eunuch.jpg"&gt;CLICKONME&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing to see how people actually will themselves to go through such pain and agony just so they can earn themselves a prestigious job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another point they brought up in the show was about how vicious women really are. there was a dynasty that was cursed to fall if they allow some women of the  'hei' (i think) tribe to enter the palace. so being careful, the emperor then, didn't have anything to do with that tribe. but soon, their dynasty flourished and people grew to respect him. the emperor gradually let his guard down and ignore or rather forgot the curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, there was a woman of that tribe who got herself into the palace, turning on her charms, seduced the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she soon became the emperor's concubine. well of course she got pregnant with a child, male. well given that the traditional chinese (zhong nan qing nu) values of having a male would be honourable , she soon became empress. she abused her power and soon the dynasty fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(empress) Cixi was a devious despot&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Despot" title="Despot"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who maintained a deathgrip on what little power she had until that power faded out completely. even with her last breath she was unwilling to let go of the power bestowed to her. she chose the youngest nephew (of age 3) to rule the dynasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my point is, women even from the dawn of time already have this vicious insidious nature within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. like what mdm foo said; she said something about 'to make a woman smile it'll cost you your palace, to make her laugh, it'll cost you your nation.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, if you want to read up on the empress dowager cixi it's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empress_Dowager_Cixi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Forbidden city is showing again at the esplanade, and really, if you have the time and money. go catch it. i watched it two years back, and it was GREAT. i was still quite dense then (haha, like im any better now?) and i found the show awesome. if it wasn't for the confound prelims, i think i'll be the first to get a ticket. and kit chan is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this entry was done because i was rather amazed at the castration thing and one thing linked to the other.&lt;br /&gt;grace- haha, this time don't count too! i've got reasons. =_=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115651545733436091?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115651545733436091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115651545733436091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115651545733436091'/><link rel='self' 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pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/22-08-06_1042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;untruths. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;need i say more? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why beck's in the pic. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snapandgo.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://snapandgo.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated; lol, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115634343428026902?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115634343428026902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday Gareth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the 25th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll enjoy your birthday despite having exams. =D&lt;br /&gt;and i still owe you jacks place and hans.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, and may you enjoy poly and earn more money by selling those jeans stuffs haha.&lt;br /&gt;=D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;my oral on tuesday was crazy, i went in flustered and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up my picture badly. really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the conversation went pretty well, i even asked the examiners to go down to keppel towers to rock-climb as the rates are pretty reasonable. =D and i mentioned Golden Pines too, and if you don't know golden pines it is some building built to cater to the elderly's needs. and i mentioned that exercise helps to burn fats and that is quite benefical to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence but my examiners were pretty gay, and everyone can vouch for that. they seem to agree happily that exercise is good for burning fats, stretching is good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yadah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, so much has been going on at home. i don't know but if m.h is making us all so unhappy, then i don't really see the point in that. if we can't agree on things, and we fight, i don't know. if my parents are to work so hard for us, i don't see the point too. they're not getting any younger, but they seem to work harder then ever. and shame on me, i'm young and active, and what am i doing? blogging and wasting my days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad talked to us, and my mum talked to me. i've heard both sides and i mean both of them have some sort of logical reason attached to their decisions. i don't know, seriously. i'd rather all this don't happen and we lived like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. p.s don't get all the wrong ideas cause nothing BIG is happening at home. or whatever. nvm, not as if people would read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, praticals are on next week. many of us are really upset with bio, i mean 5.1 did lesser then what we did. which isn't as much as what the 4E is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took lots of photos on tuesday! i'll update it on snapandgo. no captions as usual. haha. i'm so lazy sometimes. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out something on tuesday! haha, from shiew mee, and when i heard it, i nearly fall. i mean seriously i was shocked. ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redundant post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and no one likes to be alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115634268370906542?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115634268370906542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115634268370906542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115634268370906542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115634268370906542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-gareth-for-25th.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115601122108830013</id><published>2006-08-19T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:13:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/07-08-06_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/07-08-06_1645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://snapandgo.blogspot.com"&gt;http://snapandgo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has just been updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chunks of photos from before. &amp;amp; some videos. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115601122108830013?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115601122108830013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115601122108830013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115601122108830013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115601122108830013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/08/httpsnapandgo.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115599898013762955</id><published>2006-08-19T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:42:26.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fireworks video up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfbvIcKHxyo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfbvIcKHxyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it cuts into my template, but nevermind. if you want the full version its here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfbvIcKHxyo"&gt;CLICKME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok grace, i think you really need to kill me. there's SO many stuffs online that's really interesting and i can't stop using the stupid com. omg. i think i'll do that lock-myself-out-of-it thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, anyone read the new recently? it's about jonbenet's death and killer thing. i mean if you see that 6 year old girl's picture she really pretty! pity she died ten years ago. and pity they've not found the murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although theres a suspect now, but his testimony doesn't connect with the autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;i was reading up on all this murder related stories, and they're mighty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crimemagazine.com/jonbenet.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://crimemagazine.com/jonbenet.htm"&gt;read here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's one on the lindbergh baby case which apparently shocked the americans then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.crimelibrary.com/notorious_murders/famous/lindbergh/index_1.html"&gt;read that here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm suppose to study, not read up on all this. sigh. even roch's studying! so proud of her that she's studying. and at the same time ashamed at myself cause i'm not. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what captures your heart, captures you. &lt;/span&gt;how very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plenty of things i want to do after my o's. ( not the right time to think but... i can't help it.) plenty, but i'll name some. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;rebond my hair or something. so that it doesn't stick up so high.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dye my hair to some decent colour! haha mum will flip. but i've got white hair, that's excusable? =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn pilates!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a job. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at the stars, look how they shine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115599898013762955?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115599898013762955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115599898013762955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115599898013762955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115599898013762955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/08/fireworks-video-up.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115582345902134462</id><published>2006-08-17T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T02:56:45.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080848.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if time can stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai, prelims are SO CLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand geog, it's too, boring. i don't know? i look at the book, and nothing seems to enter.&lt;br /&gt;chinese is bad, it's so foreign to me. i can't remember much. oh-no.&lt;br /&gt;my math is as bad as usual.&lt;br /&gt;my English is... !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we had to switch places and miss wong was asking us to sit with people who is able to help us in our studies, and you know what i realised? i need an all-rounder. one who is good in everything cause i can't seem to understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i should take my brain out and give it a good scrub cause i ought to study. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to blog so i'll summarise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;something embarrassing happened to me on sunday, and i can't thank tabitha jacqueline and kenny enough! without them i think i'd just hide at home in shame, never to be seen again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and i thought i lost my belt on wednesday, but i found it in my bag later in the day, sheesh and i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO CLOSE&lt;/span&gt; to being late again. and by God's grace i found my old belt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did DC on tuesday and the prefect was mighty nice to let me have some time off, and i get to pack the stuffs needed for pratical. so it was like the best DC i've done so far, and hopefully the last DC i'd do. i don't need anymore late-ness added to my record!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cik rathia's in hospital now, it's quite critical or so i heard, so hopefully all kc-ians or ex-kcians would pay her a visit or something? or at least keep her in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a strict teacher who blows her whistle at the start/end of recess, i don't know her well. but i miss her, her toilet signs to tell us to wash up the seat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i better get going! tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is spring like, on jupiter and mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115582345902134462?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115582345902134462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115582345902134462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115582345902134462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115582345902134462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-time-can-stand-still.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115529319600450025</id><published>2006-08-11T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:25:50.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i passed my chinese. *amazed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the score that i wanted, and expected seeing how stupidly i chose my composition question, garbled out rubbish and gave inane answers to the questions for the comprehension AND how i read incoherently for my stupid oral. so my kind of pass is VERY expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not happy with it. usually i'll be contented with such a score. but i need chinese to enter into poly(or JC)! but obviously i can't enter the course i desire with THAT kind of grade, can i? so yea, as expected i'll retake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i teared during SS and after school? and what triggered that? it's my chinese tutor, she told me this, in exact words 'to pam, great! now you can go to JC.' WOW so i sat there thinking, right, JC what JC exactly when i've got such few subjects? and then i realised that my future seems so bleak. so there and then, i felt all emotional. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the most frustrating thing ever is that i come from a chinese speaking family! i think we speak chinese more then English even? (and hello, ALL and i seriously mean ALL of my relatives are chinese speaking. they EXCEL in chinese.) so anyway, i take only a handful++ of subjects, PLUS i've got free period. so why am i doing badly? omgsh. so annoying. nevermind. i'm online to upload NDP photos! i've created a blog to upload random photos without captions because i'm tired and lazy to update them here. i'll do when i'm free, but if you want all of the photos, they're on that blog! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*it's still uploading, so patience patience!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://snapandgo.blogspot.com"&gt;ITS-HERE! *WAVES*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway these days i seem to blog straight out from my mind, usually i'll watch the words and stuff. but now i don't really? haha.&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, we're moving to the EOA. isn't that nice? *all hail mrs crossly!*  haha air con and all! even 5.1 is moving to air-con bio lab. now, after sacrificing for so much giving up our class and all. we've got a huge blessing. i love mrs crossly! she's like the nicest VP i've seen in years! and she looks just like mrs Bleem. whose equally nice, and they both walk with that same classy poise too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace- don't count today ok? haha. you know what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115529319600450025?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115529319600450025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115529319600450025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115529319600450025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115529319600450025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-passed-my-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115514745253589697</id><published>2006-08-09T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:18:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>get paid to read emails! no, not a scam please! and yea, good deal. haha! so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.emailcashpro.com/?r=kissthewind" target="_blank"&gt;clickonme! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115514745253589697?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115514745253589697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115514745253589697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115514745253589697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115514745253589697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/08/get-paid-to-read-emails-no-not-scam.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115513504396078620</id><published>2006-08-09T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:43:41.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. blogger is being such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;and before i go on. here's a toast to singapore for being nice and old at 41!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i've got truckloads of photos to upload. from the past week! so i've only got my cookies photos which i've uploaded long time ago. so enjoy those first! i promise to put up NDP '06 photos soon ok? and btw. today was AWESOME. i caught the fireworks and it was beautiful. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday was a school holiday, so naturally i decided to do something new. like BAKE COOKIES since i've got the necessary ingredients. so i woke up nice and early (9am haha) and got excited and started to bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i had some help, if not how on earth did my cookies turn out that good! HAHAH. i mean it's beginners luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone said that my cookies are good! like mrs fields, soft and chocolatey! i hoped they meant it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! less talk more images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080652.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080650.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my favourite picture of all, has an artistic feel to it. =) well it's cookies, what's there not to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080651.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080646.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see looks like poop doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more poop in the making to be cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080649.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poop! hahahaha i don't think you guys want my cookies after i keep saying it looks like poop. but oh love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh yes, for a tiny treat. i managed to upload one video from the fireworks. and i've yet to upload the other! so make do with this one ok? anyway really random entry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1u352c0YrI&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fpamela%2D%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F"&gt;YOUHAVETOWATCHTHIS-SOCLICKME.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT A BEAUTY RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;haha, i love fireworks, it's so romantic! hahaha! ok so cheesy. anyway i had REAL fun today despite it being a tuition day. but it was great. haha! happy n'day people! i love national days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! till next time people! im tired. *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115513504396078620?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115513504396078620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115513504396078620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115513504396078620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115513504396078620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/08/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115424996989918533</id><published>2006-07-30T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:38:00.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the first of august! and it's my dad's birthday!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i don't say it ( in fact i only said it once, since the adam khoo thingie) but i love you so much. haha! i just don't dare to say it. and vice versa. but i know actions speak louder then words and you've shown your love for us all in various ways! =D and i know you won't see this. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms of too much caffeine (headache, tremor, nervousness, irritability, increased sensitivity), results from an intake of 200 to 500 milligrams of caffeine daily (two to six cups of coffee or three to eight cups of tea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you drink too much caffeine at one time, it can make you feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nervous or jumpy&lt;/span&gt;. Your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hands may shake&lt;/span&gt;. You may feel like there's something you forgot to do. Too much caffeine will make it hard to fall asleep, which might &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mean you won't be able to pay attention in school the next day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And too much caffeine can give you a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stomachache, headache, or a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;racing heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, kids with heart problems should not drink caffeine because it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;known to affect heart rates and force the heart to work harder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR CUPS&lt;/span&gt; OF BLACK COFFEE ON SUNDAY. all in an hour. omg, and i felt groggy, and my heartbeat increased rapidly. like i'm on the verge of death. i did feel jumpy, and nauseated. why four cups? well, because my sister and i went to coffee bean for breakfast, i paid a dollar because i felt that i could do with some coffee. and when she told me that a cup usually cost 3 bucks, but since it's before 11am, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;flow. and being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrifty/ yao-gui/ giam-siap/ want-more-pay-less&lt;/span&gt; person that i am. i decied to have a new cup in every ten minutes. so by eleven, i would have downed four cups or more. and i did have four cups. (but technically, i shared it with my sister, so it should be two cups per person. two cups of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY POTENT&lt;/span&gt; coffee.) and i went to cell and service all groggy and nauseated. oh-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learn now, that sometimes making your money worth, doesn't apply to somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave tab her bible! she's very happy, or so she claims. nevermind i BELIEVE that she's really happy, and she ought to be cause i took a month to save enough cash. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw! juliana and i went to have our dresses tailored. =) and my mums friend was telling me how MY MUMS' figure was so nice! and that people then, wear jeans waist-high. which explains why they have slender figures. well haha, you want a nice figure? be traditional! don on a waist-high jean(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTI (carpenters tools international) they're a christian band from a church that offers summer services? lol, or rather outreach. and they went to our school to play songs for sec3 students. and us being sec5s and curious, went to join in the fun! i went home and checked out their site. and they do really cool things!! like, intense musical training for two weeks! and then a month long trip OVERSEAS. waw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carpenterstools.org/index.htm"&gt;CLICKHERETOSEEIT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jealousy brings about a bitter and mean feeling. moreover it's the root of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; evil. but why can't i stop being jealous? ugh. is being the best in anything/everything that important? in this world, i'm afraid so. and unfortunately i can't be the best. because i see people better then i am, and yes sadly, i'm jealous. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell group on sunday was fun! we played games of polar bear, game after game. and denise came back. =) mighty great to see her after a long long while. but i think we played too much? and didn't do what we were suppose to do. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so emo(tional) now. don't talk to me. gahh. i wish with all my heart to kick that feeling out. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, intending to bake some cookies on thursday cause it's a holiday. going for festival of praise on saturday. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; wait. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo.emo.emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how i can feel so happy, a surge in my emotions just a minute ago, and now everything seems to spiral downwards.&lt;s&gt; blame melancholic songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why am i not the best! what am i do on earth. i am created. for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; wanted to put up some pictures. but i'll prolly do it later/next time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and my tailored dress haha! i am to keep mum about it. and i hope it'll be as nice as i think it'll be. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had 5 curry puffs today. i think i'm going to stay away from coffee and curry puffs for a long while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think i'll dye and rebond my hair after the o's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and i'll try on contacts before graduation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;post up photos soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my dogs are bald now, many people think that they look like rats! gah! but i still love them all the same!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm DYING to bake some cookies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;tata all. thursday is a holiday, the words CAN'T WAIT is written all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And even when your hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my template's nice! although it's clicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115424996989918533?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115424996989918533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115424996989918533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115424996989918533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115424996989918533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-first-of-august-and-its-my-dads.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115408436671340958</id><published>2006-07-28T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:49:18.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh, i know, i'm not suppose to be online, but i'm sending out math answers. you can't blame me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! my dogs left for their grooming! so they'd be bald when they reach home. and i'm going to get my dress tailored tomorrow! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF A DESIGN!&lt;/span&gt; i just want a simple tube dress that goes down to knee length not anywhere longer. and just one colour. yea, VERY simple, why don't i just get it from some random shop? gosh. i REALLY don't know. i'm thinking of something which i can wear at any suitable occasion not just for graduation which is at *ahem* the &lt;span class="textblack"&gt;Swissôtel&lt;/span&gt; (just in case you can't see the font, it says the SWISSOTEL) *faints* yes the i suppose 5 star hotel?  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) i can't wait for graduation! but that means that i've to do my o's and prelims. and TIME IS PASSING BY SO SO SO FAST. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and very random but i have to say this. i LOVE FIVETWO. you guys rock man. i can't find any other class that showers after PE, eats maggie, buys pancakes, orders donut/macdonalds/ and what have you. omg!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried out the hair straightener today when huanli bought it to class (after my shower, i tried it.=)) turned out nicer then i thought, my hair was flat for a good ten minutes and it went back to normal again! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ten minutes is better then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) and today's bio remedial although it was annoying but when we had our break while waiting for the osmosis reaction to take place, we took A LOT of crazy photos. nerds, ah lians and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juls has been coming by more often then before, and yes she has a motive! (who doesn't! LOL) she wants to walk my dogs. lol! see it works very well in three good ways. firstly i can trail behind her, w/o having to hold on to the leash. secondly, my dogs get LONGER walks because she loves to walk them, the longer the better! and thirdly, she likes to walk my dogs. =) haha! compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i had cell, had A LOT of things on my mind. why? because on that day they were talking about gambling and such. Jac said something like, she never lied FOR her friend. so i reflected. omg, i do lie for my friends sometimes, but the main problem is that i MAKE my friends lie FOR me. and another thing, gambling, everyone knows that we shouldn't gamble. so what if other people gamble, should you? don't you have your own values? and yea, i gamble. although i played mahjong with money once. but i bet a lot. no, not those under horse-racing or 4D/toto kind. but i like to make bets with my friends. because i know that i will win. and usually i do, and what does that do to you? it makes you want to lay down more bets isn't it? it's because you're given a glimpse of hope that you'll earn a really quick buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so, ernie said something like we have to have a stand? or something along that line. we have our values, and we have to stand by them, we need a foundation. what about me? i realised that i'm GREAT at giving excuses. really, that is the one thing i excel in. i set a goal for myself. ie, 2.4km run. i see 4 trees, and intends to run to the 4th three and stop. but i run and run, and see the second tree, and decides to stop. wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another eg. today i will finish nutrition in plants. and what do i do? oh, i play the piano, play with my dogs. sleep. and the day passes again. and that cycle just goes on. because i have that mentality that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow, or later, i will have the time to do. i will have that will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it's ALWAYS LATER. never NOW. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.. i ought to go bathe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D today was great all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh Lord give me the strength to stay awake, bless my family and my friends (and my dogs), help me to grow closer to you because i have that distant feeling (again). and i pray that i can attend the FOP and the planetshakers concert. give me the strength to study for my prelims that is in 45days time. and that i'll do well for prelims AND the o's to get into the school/course i want to. or rather show me what you want me to do. =)  help me to bring more people to you too. amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cooked dinner today!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's a happy day,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everything feels so right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115408436671340958?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115408436671340958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115408436671340958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115408436671340958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115408436671340958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/gosh-i-know-im-not-suppose-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115382330496386580</id><published>2006-07-25T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T04:09:34.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRACIEE! I LOVE YOU A LOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/looney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/looney.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for  being there for us constantly! like 24/7 i could call you and you'd pick up. you've changed for the better in less then a year! and yes the change is remarkable! from someone who throws her tantrum every 5 seconds to someone with amazing patience! =)) now, thats what that convinced me to join you in your business thing at the end of the year! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! i love you! keep up the positive attitude alrights? must always do things in moderation and don't forget to thank God sometime. =)(= and pls START to wear some skirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!! today is tuesday, which also means that it's a very relaxed day for me. well supposedly. but it turned out quite bad. why? because i was feeling so angry at nothing, kept shouting at tab! but seriously! she called me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt; cause i helped her to call mrs lim. stupid! grr.. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i was pissed over math, and then i had to rush home for chem tuition and she came &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTREMELY EARLY&lt;/span&gt;. omg, so she was waiting at my house while i was walking as if im sprinting from school to the bustop! and since i took the bridge (As always when im rushing) i'll look and see what bus is coming and omg! of all buses, 13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; 608 has to come at the same time! omg. so yea, then juls and tab caught up with me and we waited for 13 and i went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways i had the indomee that pris sold to me. btw i have 30++ packs of instant noodles at my house now! just for me. omg, as if i'm preparing for war. lols. hmm feeling so sleepy these days, and it's the CA week! and every paper i sit for, i'll doze off. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. and it's just tuesday. i can't wait for next week! thursday is a HOLIDAY. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's nagging at me, she kept telling me that pei ling is studying her butt off. and she does housework and looks after her sister and such and she still does well. omg, seriously i admire her.. but... sheesh. nvm. and this year, my cousin and pei ling are going to do their o's too! which also means that i'll be facing some serious comparing of results. my mum will go all 'if she can do this why can't you?' it's like asking me to speak chinese like some chinaman because if he can do it why can't i? ok nvm what a stupid analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY REALLY need that momentum to start studying. i chuck all other stuffs aside! push up my glasses, tie up my hair, pull up my socks, pick up the pen, take all texts out, stick my HUGE head in the book, and put my brains to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should. i really should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the going gets tough, the going gets rough&lt;/span&gt;. it's a cynical truth. but, how about,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when the going gets tough, the tough get going&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive my random musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese o's results out in a week or two. hmmm. i'm pretty positive that i'll retake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festival Of Praise!! =) it's don moen this year! from the 4th to the 6th of august in the indoor stadium! (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I THINK, NOT SURE OF DETAILS!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLANETSHAKERS&lt;/span&gt; CONCERT IN SINGAPORE! i've never been to one! so i hope that i can go for this year's. 12th of August. entrance fee is 4 bucks. do go! i'm SURE it'll be GOOD. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel my eye bags, but i can't see them! one more month to my stupid prelims and i've yet to do my revision. omg, KILL ME SOMEBODY. even if you don't kill me, procrastination will, it's giving me a slow torturous death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS my dogs are going for their yearly grooming! =) this friday, so good riddance to their fur. which is a good thing too! considering that the weather here is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfortunately, the world is never fair. it never is, and never will it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115382330496386580?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115382330496386580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115382330496386580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115382330496386580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115382330496386580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-graciee-i-love-you-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115350584141474159</id><published>2006-07-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T06:49:40.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>;manyphotos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI these are the photos we took while we were helping miss wong out backstage for KC's BMW. and yes, as usual my photos are not in order (AT LEAST they're in the proper days? i think.) and i look HUGE in them cause of my stupid arms. but do try to ignore that. anywhoo i'll give some lame caption and no, no proper entry because IM SO TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i won't put my blogging off for tomorrow (omg, i need such enthusiasm for my studies. HMM...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/stairs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took this at the stairs from the back of the stage that leads down to the changing room! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/tabhlfx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/tabhlfx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tubs huan li xianny.  everyone calls tabs tubs now cause of rebecca, haha. becks calls her tubs when tubs is acting cool. ok nvm! inside joke thats realllly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/beckgay%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/beckgay%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gay beck! =) one shot not to miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/chinakids.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/chinakids.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the china people and us! they're really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/busking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/busking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our busking! or is it basking? nvm, you get me. and WE WON THE FIRST PRIZE MIND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/break.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BACKSTAGE CREW having our lunch break while the debators were yakking on. SEE we have great perks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/SHE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/SHE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they think they're rockstars, or SHE. hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/spasm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/spasm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eunice isn't spasm-ing! huanli is. =) thats rare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/instruments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/instruments.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we action-ing, as if we know how to play those instruments. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/%3Dp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/%3Dp.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all of us action-ing again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/hlxianpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/hlxianpainting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more actioning. and xian is rather dramatic don't you think? hmm. and the art's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/HAHAHAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/HAHAHAHA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me!  i'm trying to act sua-ku. but it came out quite nice! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/fireextinguisher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/fireextinguisher.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xian trying to heave the fire extinguisher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/eh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/eh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/emddstufs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/emddstufs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/charlieangels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/charlieangels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;charlie's angels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;the following are cheerleading pictures!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/cheerleader1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/cheerleader1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/cheerleader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/cheerleader.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/clock%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/clock%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CLOCK! ooo amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/julstage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/julstage1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JULIANA our class' spelling bee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/juliscared%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/juliscared%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/julstage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/julstage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/xianbeck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/xianbeck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/4ofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/4ofus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/allofustogether.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/allofustogether.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OUR FINAL BACKSTAGE CREW PICTURE TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/yay%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/yay%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OUR FIRST PRIZE CERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/writing%20on%20the%20board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/writing%20on%20the%20board.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretti, beck, julie and the two guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/usallyay%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/usallyay%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US! US US! love this picture although i look so retarded in it! but haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/wuyueandguanghang1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/wuyueandguanghang1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;left: wu-yue ( we call him WHOOYEAH!) right : she guang hang? (he's quite quiet when he first came, then, he became all fun and all! calling becks BAKA) ooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/wyghcovereyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/wyghcovereyes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/prettimelookingugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/prettimelookingugly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretti and i, looking so... weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/siao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/siao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/toliet%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/toliet%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sisi,me,xian,tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/ooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/ooooo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/fight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;both choir girls fighting. sigh! over the.. TOLIET. which has a seat. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/moreprize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/moreprize.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/game%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/game%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beck's spiderman game got us cracking up! go to her blog to see her captions. really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/kongandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/kongandi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xian and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PICTURES BELOW ARE RANDOM SHOTS FROM LONG TIME AGO OR SO. AND MANY ON CLOUDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/13-07-06_1502.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/13-07-06_1502.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;young tau foo! before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/13-07-06_1520.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/13-07-06_1520.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/17-05-06_2302.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/17-05-06_2302.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like the ad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/19-07-06_1922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/19-07-06_1922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;julie and i after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/%7E6hZI600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/%7E6hZI600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L-R Janice, me and julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/19-07-06_1038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/19-07-06_1038.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY STRANDS OF WHITE HAIR. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/17-07-06_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/17-07-06_0658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TAB's Birthday cake from AwfullyChocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/12-07-06_1909.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/12-07-06_1909.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CLOUDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/12-07-06_1517.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/12-07-06_1517.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/12-07-06_1910.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/12-07-06_1910.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/21-07-06_1734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/21-07-06_1734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/19-07-06_1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/19-07-06_1904.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighties. this entry is focused mainly pictures and what we actually did. my English is all broken and all here, so don't mind me. might just edit the entry. but now i'm so sleepy im going to sleep! ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh footnote: the backstage crew are such lovelies. i felt crampy but they made me feel like laughing and laughing and jumping. the idea of running on stage screaming wildly while collecting our (only) prize was VERY liberating. hahaha! hope that's a trend we set. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the spiderman game left me in stitches. =) love you guys! this would be the most memorable BMW ever!  and one which i actually turn up for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now these are the guys who made my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115350584141474159?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115350584141474159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115350584141474159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115350584141474159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115350584141474159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/manyphotos-hi-these-are-photos-we-took.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115339021697365235</id><published>2006-07-20T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:33:34.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i was feeling all moodly and crampy, so i didn't talk much, much less EAT. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then! tab and julie went to my house! and we went for a long walk with my dogs , felt SO MUCH better!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped out backstage for this year's BMW. and my oh my, if it wasn't for me helping out backstage, i don't think that i'll be going to school at all. and omg doing backstage is FUN. we don't have to stay back and watch boring shows, we can either have our on fun at the back, or just go down for lunch. hahah. moreover it's not stuffy, and there is a really wonderful fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a lot of pictures!!! and i'm feeling lazy so i won't post it up just yet. ok, maybe a photo that i REALLY like. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/timekeeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/timekeeper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think, exams-stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha alrighties and oh yes we celebrated tabs or rather TUBS (rebecca thinks tab's tapdancing is cool and calls her tubs, ok inside joke!) birthday. decided to be REALLY mean to her in the morning not talk to her or wish her happy birthday (hello we were bursting inside, just in case you think that we're mean.) so anyway we ordered macs and bought a cake for her! from awfully chocolate! surprised her. hahaha she thought we forgot her birthday!!! hahaha. ok nvm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm tralala. i feel crampy again. so off i go! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT-] oh btw, the two chinaboys who came to our class seems kinda cool. they're REALLY nice apparently. haha. oh, i screwed up my chinese listening. got about 3 wrong!! die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw just a question. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are tsunamis horizontal waves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115339021697365235?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115339021697365235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115339021697365235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115339021697365235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115339021697365235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-i-was-feeling-all-moodly-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115305244943709227</id><published>2006-07-16T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T08:04:39.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>church!</title><content type='html'>Today, Pastor Tommy Barnett came to our church as a guest speaker and i must say that he is very very GOOD. =)))  very refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat there for two sermons straight without leaving the sanctuary, and despite me being all tired after sleeping for a few hours, i was really energise and eager (for once haha!) to hear what he has to say. well firstly its because the sermons were different, and it was very personal. he shared a lot about himself and used actual events to show us how God works. it's AMAZING. i wish i had gone for the 3pm and 7pm service! maybe i'll just get the disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i didn't know our church donated money to help the hurricane katrina victims! pastor barnett whose also the senior pastor of some Arizona church provides humanitarian aid to the hurricane katrina victims, giving them homes to live in and about US10,000 for some families (im talking EACH here) to rebuild their lives and jobs. pretty much A LOT for so many people. click here to see &lt;a href="http://www.dreamcenter.org/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dream Centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway! in order to show their gratitute, they did a thank-you video and it was so nice!! =) i loved the video. it brings me such joy to see those victims laughing and crying because they have found new homes. it's like a God given chance to live again. hahaha. anyway his sermon rocks and i don't mind going over to Arizona one day to pop by their church and see it. one day, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway it's amazing to see how God works, pastor barnett said something about ''&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you put God first, he will take care of the rest&lt;/span&gt;'' something along that line and it's so true. i wish i had greater faith, and believe in things which are not visible to the naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish that God would show me what he wants me to do in my life, i feel so goal-less like my life revolves around books and more books, i mean like what ministry i would want to or ought to do? like what i ought to do for my future and such. relying on myself all the time isn't a good thing. not like im good at relying on myself in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i must have faith. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pastor barnett doesn't look anything close to the photos! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday tabby!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i know you won't see this so i won't bother to write a loooong note for you. but i love you so! my bestest bestest kindest friend. =) may we be friends till...??!? God-knows-when. &lt;3s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to change my world~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed template, looks better i guess because i can put up my archives and the links all show moreover it's in purple!! do let me know if the links don't work ok? because i changed it from 'options' to normal links and i did it in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese o's listening tomorrow. hmm mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy birthday ben too! for tuesday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT-] i didn't save my cookies template!!!! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secretly... i wish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115305244943709227?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115305244943709227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115305244943709227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115305244943709227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115305244943709227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/church.html' title='church!'/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115290741216106255</id><published>2006-07-14T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:54:57.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi, thought that while i'm still online (After watching the very nice HSM) i'll blog about EMDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/08-07-06_1614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/08-07-06_1614.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ailin and me.  (reg, 2&amp;3)! hehes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/08-07-06_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/08-07-06_1647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HuanLi and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/08-07-06_1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/08-07-06_1428.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xianny and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/08-07-06_1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/08-07-06_1908.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matilda! and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/08-07-06_1918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/08-07-06_1918.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tabby and I! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/08-07-06_1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/08-07-06_1915.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SJI's Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/08-07-06_1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/08-07-06_1916.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SJI's REALLY big theatre with a very big school too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/08-07-06_2333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/08-07-06_2333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cathy Cineplex. omg, i WANT to go there. the building is *jawdrops* awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are just photos on EMDD, and those photos that i took with the rest is taken while we were waiting to enter the SJI theatre which is mighty huge. =) well thats all. hahaha. the rest of pre-EMDD is found in julie's blog. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagged by Grace a long LONG time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if i'm angry, i throw things around. literally.&lt;br /&gt;2. i LOVE ice-kachang.&lt;br /&gt;3. i love the arts! especially musicals.&lt;br /&gt;4. i can't stand losing. so i'll complain when i do, which means i'm a sore loser. =(&lt;br /&gt;5. i like to drink tap-water... fine, any kind of water. even distilled water in the bio lab. HAHA xian.&lt;br /&gt;6. i like food with a twist! like... ice cream and... hahaha. curry?&lt;br /&gt;7. i wish my dogs would just reproduce, although it's odd cause they're both males.&lt;br /&gt;8. i am intolerant to noise, although i produce a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;9. i've got a penchant for blogging. i can blog all day and night. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;10. i don't like people who walks slowly and in a line horizontally so that they block the way. and they practically STROLL, basically i don't like people who walks slowly hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people i tag:&lt;br /&gt;juliana, fengxian, whoever else who wants to do. people whose names are on my links. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;start of something new. lalalaala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115290741216106255?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115290741216106255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115290741216106255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115290741216106255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115290741216106255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hihi-thought-that-while-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115289308696822909</id><published>2006-07-14T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:11:16.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/nk.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/nk.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is ultra sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the north koreans made a nuclear bomb, and they're going to set it off if i'm not wrong. or rather they set it off last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Japs are waging a war. tsk. all that jazz about world peace. what IS world peace. just two words that miss world says to gain moral support. sometimes, just sometimes i wish that the End Times might just come a tad bit faster. selfish thought i must say, but i can't imagine living in a world where in Africa, children starve because they can't afford to eat. while here in Singapore, people starve just so they can get nods from others. and people fight for this and for that, oil is depleteing, how are we going to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;school's been crazy. not that it's tough and all, rather slack-ish i must say. although it's annoying that some teachers don't make full use of the time during the holidays to teach us, or even don't use a full 1 and a 1/2 hour to teach us proper. and all of the sudden cram remedials. wow, people in class probably know who i'm talking about. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, didn't have English tuition yesterday cause mr tan felt sick i guess? so i went to have yong tao fu with julie pris tab and eunice. it was SO SO good. i took some photos will post it up soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch they went over to my house for a game of mahjong. and i lost!! im a sore loser man. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never i mind, i'll look forward to future mahjong sessions! it's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMW up next week. gosh, the school wants the graduating classes to study but yet we have to put up a busking item. sheesh. *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh nevermind. i'm off to watch High School Musical now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this could be a start of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EDIT-] HSM is SO SO GOOD. you ought to watch it! =) &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youtube.com/profile_videos?user=AnimeAnge"&gt;CLICKHERETOWATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115289308696822909?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115289308696822909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115289308696822909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115289308696822909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115289308696822909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-ultra-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115262988723785924</id><published>2006-07-11T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:00:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ate SO MUCH today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for dinner i had chilli crab, curry fish head, prata, sotongs, veg and tomyam soup. now i feel so full! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ester looks really different! and she has the slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random entry, don't know why i'm posting it anyway! and finally, i have my geog tys answers ( marills it's ok, grace gave me hers thanks anyway.) ok i should not procrastinate as i've yet to touch on my geog when i've got a test on it first thing in the morning. and it's 10.51pm now. oh heck, i have to learn how to plan my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw ester's dad says that i know how to save money! i buy stuffs that ''&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pay-less-have-more&lt;/span&gt;.'' haha. well i guess he hasn't seen how i splurge on unnesessary stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's everything i'm not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115262988723785924?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115262988723785924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115262988723785924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115262988723785924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115262988723785924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-ate-so-much-today-just-for-dinner-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115260474580362912</id><published>2006-07-11T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:59:05.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/lovee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/lovee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy birthday julie!! lovelove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my orals yesterday. and the topic plus passage was quite easy! but knowing me, i screwed it up. big time. i stammer, i ramble on about the same points. i fumbled and did many other things you should not do during orals. think i'll get a c6-f9 for my overall. sod it, i'll retake. :| i have to anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've not studied? for anything!! i laid down all my plans for the week, today i'll do this and tomorrow that. but guess what? i just procrastinate again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jac asked us to share about stuffs that we would blog about. and while scanning through my past entries, i realise that recently i've been blogging about food and more food. like it's an obsession! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some one broke into our school! ok, they threw trash all over the field ( or rather those white balls? softball?)  and took 15 cans of drink and 2 bottles of fizzy drink from the fridge. it's wicked man, whoever that did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, im off for a buffet later! ester is coming! ester is my dad's friend's daughter and the last i saw her was about 8 years ago? when she was just two. and now she's ten. =) i wonder how does she look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;respect, it means all that jazz, but do we do it? respecting i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115260474580362912?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115260474580362912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115260474580362912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115260474580362912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115260474580362912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-julie-lovelove-had-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115237704154333304</id><published>2006-07-08T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:07:43.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, i saw derek on the bus just now, but didn't tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said if i called him, i could've gotten free ice cream from hagen daz. woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! EMDD was great. awesome. the best performance i've seen in YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;hmm celebrated juliana's birthday and the fish at fish&amp;co. was good, cam-whore after that.&lt;br /&gt;went for EMDD at SJI. and almost all the cab drivers don't know where it is. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;and SJI is huge! lucky dudes.&lt;br /&gt;went to lucky plaza after that. the rest had supper and i finished up the rest. :)&lt;br /&gt;went home with pris and eunice and vincent! pris's cute lil bro. whose really cute!&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm home trying to do the question for cell tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They knew better, still you said forever, and ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115237704154333304?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115237704154333304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115237704154333304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115237704154333304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115237704154333304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-i-saw-derek-on-bus-just-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115219470069397317</id><published>2006-07-06T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T08:12:35.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/kindersb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/kindersb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there you go xianny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omg, chocolates are to-die-for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hello! my parents are going to be home soon, like real soon. so i'll make this entry as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway school's so hectic that, i don't know? my chem practical is so screwed up (class) because i just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; that i have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bubble&lt;/span&gt; gas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;into &lt;/span&gt;limewater. not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;add&lt;/span&gt; limewater &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; solution. thats like a *tian jing di yi de shi* (means everyone knows that fact). and that's what i did, so i redid my experiment three times. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i won't blog about chem practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's birthday week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday it was seraphina's birthday&lt;br /&gt;on thursday(today) it was stephanie's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow it's JULIANA's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seraphina&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellohello! cheer up girl! study hard and remember to look to God alright? although we have our differences sometimes but i know ultimately it'll all be solved. =)&lt;br /&gt;loveloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stephanie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellohello! i'm not close to you! but i do know that you like to dream! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;julie!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! you're so nice to me? like buying me burger and noodles and all that jazz? and i know i kept saying that i'll stop hitting you and all but it's like... a habit! i'll tell you more of what i think of you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;=) till then. i love you! and you have duck-like lips. just like me! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pot calling kettle black!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;this year's world cup is disappointing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese orals on monday, and my chinese is so... i can't bring myself to say it!&lt;br /&gt;EMDD on sat! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i know people who are dense, and that i think i'm also like them irks me.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i see people MY age moving on with their life, going places and i'm stagnant in secondary school irks me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;life gets me, as always.&lt;br /&gt;p.s class photos are out, and my head is extremely huge with a capital E. so yea, maybe it's the hair, it must be the hair. i should rebond or something. but then again, i'll look weirder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115219470069397317?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-115177470646997320</id><published>2006-07-01T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:34:27.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/tolietbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/tolietbowl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how cute! i would love to have a toliet like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/baby-hershey-kiss-costume-lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/baby-hershey-kiss-costume-lg.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUTE!! baby in a hershey kisses costume! =) hershey's galore! i'm surfing all over google on hersheys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115177470646997320?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115177470646997320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115177470646997320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/pretty%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every cloud has a silver lining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh...&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had more focus. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had studied harder.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya right, if wishes came as easily as i thought it would, i would be some pretty, rich, successful, carefree yadah person by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im not so damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;i need to focus, but my mind just drifts off to some where or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;i like clouds, just today when i was walking my dogs. i saw some clouds that had a swirling shape? it was so so so so so nice. and if you take note, during morning assembly, clouds are nicer. but now that we've changed places, the view isn't that great anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majestic clouds. how liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take me away, fly up high, above seas and oceans; above all the wonders of the world, sit me in the middle of nature. &lt;/span&gt;in stark contrast to studying, i want to enjoy the best things in life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord, help me.&lt;br /&gt;( i wish i went for fire convention, everyone is saying that it's SO good.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115176588690642433?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115176588690642433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115176588690642433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115176588690642433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115176588690642433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/07/every-cloud-has-silver-lining.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115174434919337507</id><published>2006-07-01T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T02:02:23.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't come online for close to a week already? =)&lt;br /&gt;anyway! went over to becks house to have a haircut. yea, i thinned my fringe and trim the back, because it's too long! and it's sheer luck that i didn't get caught yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, school's taxing. everyday it's just information information workload workload labwork labwork blah blah bambam. and we're suppose to know EVERYTHING that they're saying. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brain works slowly. so slow that i take a mighty long time to absorb it all. sheesh. and i get tired easily? just yesterday i slept for 11 good hours, and i took a 2 hour long nap in the afternoon. gosh. and i'm suppose to study like this this this thing and all that jazz by the end of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this week&lt;/span&gt;. and guess what! i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although technically the week has not ended yet. but what can i do in a day when i've wasted six others. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth day on monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;can you sense my happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i need a life. everyday my head is buried in books (sleeping, not absorbing), my body is transported to places of -tuition? and school- i don't go anywhere fun anymore. i'm becoming like a nerd. or rather a nerd that can't sit still and actually study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello? prelims is two months away, and i know practically nothing. i ought to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss the good ol' holidays, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115174434919337507?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-115124320512698953</id><published>2006-06-25T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:46:45.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i didn't get my shoe, cause they didn't have my size. and i didn't like the black one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;schools starting tomorrow, which means i've to wake up nice and early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and i have to wear my uniform. with the shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and what about my hair then? i can't tie it cause it's too weird. and and ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and my homework! it's piling up so high. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, life can never be any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not a perfect person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i wanna be one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fa lala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sod it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115124320512698953?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115124320512698953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115124320512698953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115124320512698953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115124320512698953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-didnt-get-my-shoe-cause-they-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115116657529603433</id><published>2006-06-24T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:23:13.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, i'm dang tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i saw this pair of white shoes in century square. and i'll probably get them tomorrow! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i won't come online as often as i do now. cause school's starting. dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun you guys! although it's just a day, but it's better then nothing. and think of youth day holiday next next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which also means mother tongue orals are coming soon. speak good chinese! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holidays was pretty good, i had more activities then before. but i became complacent. and since when was i ever hardworking anyway? so nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! that mexican guy sent the piano scores. how nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time, take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i need money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115116657529603433?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115116657529603433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115116657529603433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115116657529603433'/><link 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emailed him. so he being very gracious, sent me the scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm asking him for the ones from kevin kern and another one by richard clayderman. =_='' man, i bet he's beating himself up for leaving that comment. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i should just give piano a rest since school's starting and i bet my maid is turning deaf. moreover, it's piano. i should look disinterested so that my mum won't force piano on me. it took me 1 and a half years to actually like piano again. hmm, the first time i liked piano was 11 years ago, or so back? i was walking past some shop and went like, ' waaa, thats so nice.' i meant the piano. and my mum was like, 'ok, you're learning it' and she hired a very nice teacher for me. just that i piss her off so often that she resort to tearing my book up, beating me, shouting. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went through great lengths just to fire her. ooo. but she is nice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this sounds crazy. but i'm obsessed with yoga. it's like late last month it was guitar; earlier this month, it was piano, now it's yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like twisting! yea, i sound mad saying that but twisting makes me feel much more flexible. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell outing tomorrow! i pray that it'll be a blast and that the weather will be nice and sunny. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting. and like everyone else, i'm dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priorities pamela, priorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115107848639012095?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115107848639012095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115107848639012095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115107848639012095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115107848639012095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/omgah-im-hounding-this-guy-from-mexico.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115099638041043274</id><published>2006-06-22T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:18:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watch this, it's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=xoKbDNY0Zwg&amp;search=charlie%20chaplin"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this you hear what he has to say. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=QcvjoWOwnn4&amp;amp;amp;mode=related&amp;search=charlie%20chaplin"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I did not have to read books to know that the theme of life is conflict and pain. Instinctively, all my clowning was based on this." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;" class="spip"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115099638041043274?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115099638041043274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115099638041043274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115099638041043274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115099638041043274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/watch-this-its-so-cute-this.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115090650932110906</id><published>2006-06-21T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:15:09.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah! mr tan's essay, not done yet. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i like this picture. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/memrschanber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/memrschanber.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey there mrs chan! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115090650932110906?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115090650932110906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115090650932110906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115090650932110906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115090650932110906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/gah-mr-tans-essay-not-done-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115081798760073782</id><published>2006-06-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:22:21.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi! this entry has all the photos (almost all, i left out the mahjong ones) and it may take a while to load. photos are not in order too! cause yea, i'm to lazy to arrange them oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mrs chan's house just now, and she still looks the same after 10 good years, more photos taken but they're in ili's cam now. =) enjoy my messed up photos. and some lame captions. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/20-06-06_1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/20-06-06_1634.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brownie and me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/20-06-06_1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/20-06-06_1819.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mrs chan's gift to us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/20-06-06_1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/20-06-06_1820.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/20-06-06_1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/20-06-06_1608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ili and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/20-06-06_1558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/20-06-06_1558.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/20-06-06_1610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/20-06-06_1610.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mrs chan and i! &lt;3s &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/20-06-06_1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/20-06-06_1609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;candice and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/20-06-06_1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/20-06-06_1633.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/16-06-06_1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/16-06-06_1823.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rochelle's hamster, went over to her place on someday and her hamster 'hammie' is sooo adorable. and he/she doesn't bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/16-06-06_1554.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/16-06-06_1554.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/16-06-06_1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/16-06-06_1822.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/16-06-06_1555.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/16-06-06_1555.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/16-06-06_1556.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/16-06-06_1556.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/12-06-06_2242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/12-06-06_2242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;night safari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/12-06-06_2141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/12-06-06_2141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/12-06-06_2120.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/12-06-06_2120.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bongo burger's meal. it's quite expensive but really it's worth your money. tasty, and filling! what more can you expect? and the sauce is out-of-this-world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/13-06-06_1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/13-06-06_1415.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tattoo! =) when julie pris and tab stayed over, we did some tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/13-06-06_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/13-06-06_1439.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/12-06-06_2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/12-06-06_2118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and julie =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/20-06-06_1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/20-06-06_1821.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oops, mrs chan's gifts. =) - told you the photos are jumbled up. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/12-06-06_1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/12-06-06_1911.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;night safari's elephants. fake ones of course. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/09-06-06_2355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/09-06-06_2355.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rascal! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/09-06-06_2354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/09-06-06_2354.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like this photo! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/16-06-06_1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/16-06-06_1555.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hammie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/06-06-06_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/06-06-06_1600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pris's birthday. we can't bring in outside food, so we made do with their octo balls and a candle. =) aren't we innovative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/06-06-06_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/06-06-06_1716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and xianny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/06-06-06_1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/06-06-06_1721.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tab and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/06-06-06_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/06-06-06_1607.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my udon! :D not that good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rascal and brownie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080383.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080384.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080384.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*sniffs sniffs.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/titaandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/titaandme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tita and i! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/sunflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/sunflower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sunflower! i tell you how come it's on my table. well, some passer-by liked my mum's flowers that he/she decides to pluck one for herself/himself. and on the first try, it failed. so he/she decided to leave that poor flower hanging on it's stalk. broken. and pluck another flower! and wow, on the second attempt it worked. so my mum decided to make use of the poor hanging flower. ok i ought to learn how to phrase my words properly. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/usall%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/usall%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;night safari! me julie pris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/usall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/usall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/zebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/zebra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tab and i. and the zebra. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/prisjulzebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/prisjulzebra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie and pris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokies, sorry if the pictures are all jumbled up and all. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyways! my math is crap, i can't do simple sums, and my english is going down the drain as well. i better buck up, pull up my socks and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115081798760073782?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115081798760073782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115081798760073782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115081798760073782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115081798760073782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi-this-entry-has-all-photos-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115073954893985378</id><published>2006-06-19T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:52:28.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>julie's back!! julie's back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now there's xian, and pris to come back from somewhere or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i miss you guys?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now don't be all bashful and all. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing mrs chan tomorrow! yes, my primary school teacher. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115073954893985378?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115073954893985378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115073954893985378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115073954893985378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115073954893985378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/julies-back-julies-back-now-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115066166937891807</id><published>2006-06-18T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T13:14:29.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>checked up my cheek twitching thing online, and i realise it may be due to, lack of sleep or too much caffeine. which results to not sleeping. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that causes the spasms in my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;even my sis saw it twitch just now! she was like, look! your cheek is twitching like up and down and up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad showed me the floorplan of my room-to-be, and i realised that i can't fit much into it cause i have plenty of windows. and when you have windows it's inconvenient to put stuffs near it. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that youtube is deleting videos that violate the copyrights? so means i can't watch my devil beside you. but the good part about that is that i can focus on &lt;s&gt;greys anatomy now.&lt;/s&gt; my studies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myohmy, i dream an awful lot. but dreams are good. =))&lt;br /&gt;like how i dream of happy people.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, people who make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;haha! now now, don't ponder too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115066166937891807?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115066166937891807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115066166937891807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115066166937891807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115066166937891807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/checked-up-my-cheek-twitching-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115064751721460746</id><published>2006-06-18T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T09:20:13.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christiananswers.net/q-dml/dml-y025.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after reading this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be still. =)&lt;br /&gt;you know, seriously, it's one of the rare few times in my life that i feel that God is real to me, and that i appreciate having him around.&lt;br /&gt;and really, i'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through difficult times do we really look around and appreciate people around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procrastination is the thief of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God helps those who help themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like quotes all of the sudden. they make an awful lot of sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115064751721460746?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115064751721460746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115064751721460746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115064751721460746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115064751721460746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/edit.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115054329235342673</id><published>2006-06-17T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T04:34:27.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went over to roch's place yesterday and rewatched X-men. i just wanted to watch the part i've missed, but in the end we watched it all. anyway! roch pointed out a line that was mentioned in the show. and it's funny k. not funny-funny, but just funny in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; sense. ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok my sense of humour is so weird. =)&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 5, woke up for chem tuition, and surprisingly i was so awake! after tuition i went back to sleep again until now which is six something. watched an episode of greys though. so it's pretty obvious i didn't do anything constructive today huh. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh such sweet berries. buffet tomorrow! whees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115054329235342673?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115054329235342673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115054329235342673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115054329235342673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115054329235342673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-over-to-rochs-place-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115048327259874166</id><published>2006-06-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:42:59.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the uses and problems of pain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pain in the butt to write an essay on that (for tuition! so the others in class, don't fret and immediately write an essay on that). sighh. anyway, the holidays are going to end! gee, just a week more of sheer bliss. waking up at twelve, using the computer, snacking out like theres not tomorrow. watching greys anatomy (taking forever, cause i'm watching so many shows!), aqmfs, devil beside you. many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my homework? all left untouched. i wanted to do math all june, but obviously the computer got the better of me, and i used it like mad. ie. it's 2.35am now. and i just got online. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my social studies, my english, my math, my sciences, my tuition homework! all piling up as high as a mountain. and it keeps increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done that is constructive this hols? well, i went to night safari, i watched fullhouse, i am watching lots of shows, i spend money unwisely, i had loads of fun and i learnt mahjong. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints* make me study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've got glitter all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115048327259874166?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115048327259874166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115048327259874166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115048327259874166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115048327259874166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/uses-and-problems-of-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115038614058777040</id><published>2006-06-15T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:12:36.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRISCILLA!!! &lt;3's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*fireworks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/prisoverall.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/prisoverall.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't do photoshop, and did that in a minute flat, so obviously everything is messed up, quality isn't good. oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you grow nice and well, you know you know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;prissy!!&lt;/span&gt; the only girl i know with a huge butt and who likes to flaunt her assets, crude in your words. albeit being mean with sharing your food with me, but still enormously generous to people around you. likes to clean the classroom like it's some sort of fetish, very motherly!! =) has nice puppy look eyes. as strong as an ox, muscles from top to toe. likes to say 'seriously' and 'actually'. =) owns a black money-flapping wallet. with truckloads of cash in it. and never fails to leave it around. very nice, very unique, very motherly, very clever, extremely good in math and mahjong! waves her middle finger at anything, it's so natural. just about the nicest girl i've known who likes cleaning, and talks about the dead as if they're alive. hmmm... and you're so sweet luh, in the mean way. don't leave your things lying about again ok? when you go to God-knows-where to study, no one will go and dig your bag in the middle of the bus just to find your handphone. study hard for the o's!! lets all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pia &lt;/span&gt;together (and thats to the rest too.) whee! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yay, i love you girl. SO SO MUCH! i'll miss you when you leave to further your studies!! and i miss you when we're all done in KC.&lt;br /&gt;lovelove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;so many photos, no time to upload. maybe i'm too lazy! but i've got the sushi ones, the ones for night safari and many many more. gahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115038614058777040?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115038614058777040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115038614058777040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115038614058777040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115038614058777040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-priscilla-3s-fireworks.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115025115202605843</id><published>2006-06-13T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:22:23.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, i take back whatever i said about not blogging, you know its highly impossible. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!! my friends are the best! they knew that i didn't have camp, so they knew how disappointed i am. so they decided to spend two days with me! woo. we went to night safari, all expenses paid by the bestest priscilla who left her mahjong tiles at my place. =_='' ; headed home in tab's father's car. and then to my place for a sleepover. cause i can't stay anywhere else. it's like some values my mum has instilled in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juli then painted my nails! it was nice, but after my constant movement, everything is ruin. well most of it. oops. so anyway we played mahjong from 1-4am. wow, and how did we do it? considering that i didn't have a mahjong table. we played mahjong on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rectangular&lt;/span&gt; dining table, on a towel (to reduce noise).  =) and we pigged out. so much that i had 4 burgers in two days. ahh, and the bongo burger is good, worth your money although it's a tad expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we finished 3 cans of pringles. and we slept, watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the chronicles of narnia&lt;/span&gt;. which is mighty good. you should watch it! and when i relate it to the bible, i sort of turned emo and teared. pris and all were giving me weird stares. =_='' i mean it's just a lion thats dying. but if you think about it, it's Jesus dying. ok now, thats sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, pictures will be up sooner or later, i won't know, but what i know is that i'll die if i don't finish mr k's math papers. and i wrote all this now, is to keep the very bored xianny over at london happy. =) and there was a cute mexican over at night safari's. julie likes him. woo. his name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roooobbeerttro. &lt;/span&gt;something along that line. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pris's mahjong set is at my house! she said that i can use it until she takes it back. but now, who would play mahjong the old fashion way? hmm. and animals are the cutest thing. im amazed at the hyenas ( i STILL can't pronounce it right.) and pris relates those animals to me just cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they listen to anyone who gives them food&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DO NOT. do that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister pam (Yea same name) called me and asked me to join the dramalight logistics team. i'd be more then happy, but my mum said no, cause of the o's. so no it is. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115025115202605843?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115025115202605843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115025115202605843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115025115202605843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115025115202605843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha-i-take-back-whatever-i-said-about.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115005255434187875</id><published>2006-06-11T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:38:50.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! =)&lt;br /&gt;henceforth i would stop blogging about my pathetic life (i know i bore you guys immensely with my life), so if i have nothing else fanciful to blog about, i won't blog. AHA. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i am online at 4.35am now, just before this i was browsing webpage after webpage, and i chanced upon this! the ultimate Einstein question. lol, like they say 98% of the people in the world can't solve it. but i did! it must have been the luck or im naturally intelligent. i hope to believe the latter. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway im pretty sure almost everyone will get it sooner or later. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, try solving the question below, i'll tell you the answer when you're done. i took a long time! about 25mins. thats long. gah. but i solved it, and that calls for a celebration. =) whees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Einstein's Question&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua,Times New Roman,MS Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This quiz is         supposed to have been written by Einstein. He said that 98% of the         people in the world cannot solve the quiz. Could you be among the other         2%?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:book antiqua,palatino,times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:book antiqua,palatino,times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;There are five houses of five different colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In each house lives a person of a different nationality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Each owner only drinks a specific beverage, eats a specific dish, and keeps a specific pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The Briton lives in the red house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The Swede keeps a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The Dane drinks tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The green house is to the left of the white house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The owner of the green house drinks coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The person who eats pork chops keeps a pet bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The owner of the yellow house eats fish and chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The man living in the house right in the center drinks milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The norwegian lives in the first house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The man who eats beef steak lives next to the owner who keeps a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The man who keeps a horse lives next to the man who eats fish and chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The owner who eats grilled chicken drinks beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The German eats lamb chops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The man who eats beef steak has a neighbour who drinks water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTION IS, 'Who keeps the fish?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) now, grab your pen and paper and put your mind to good use; come to me for the answer, and maybe i'll bring you good news. till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plenty of &lt;3s. pamela!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115005255434187875?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115005255434187875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115005255434187875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115005255434187875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115005255434187875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-henceforth-i-would-stop-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-115003249506935674</id><published>2006-06-11T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T07:46:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salvation sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell was fun, i liked the who huh game, haha! cause i finally made ben and naz lose! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amid all the fun and laughter, there was also a skit done by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dramalight&lt;/span&gt;! it was nice, i really really really really really want to join &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dramalight&lt;/span&gt;. sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me."  ~Erma Bombeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home feeling all cranky despite having a meaningful day, i liked what brother sam said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in this age, promises are easily made, but rarely honoured&lt;/span&gt;. along that line. well i guess it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: just saw something, and maybe i didn't get it the right way, but it made me HAPPIER! whees. i feel so released, something i've not felt for the past * years. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (ya, AGAIN) : gar gave me a link, it's a video, hilarious. is all i can say, when you're free watch it and have a laugh or two. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvruY7fy1dg&amp;search=terminator"&gt;watch it here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i thank God for friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-115003249506935674?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/115003249506935674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=115003249506935674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115003249506935674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/115003249506935674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/salvation-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114995718858992779</id><published>2006-06-10T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:01:42.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;if only i had SCV. oh man. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch the England match! i mean thats the only team i'm rooting for. i have no idea what soccer is about anyway. i watched the opening match yesterday night (Germany and Costa Rica) and i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, if it's England playing i'll be all anxious - even though i know that England will win. - should have laid down some bets huh. ahhhh. sucks, im looking at msn nicks seeing people saying things like England Vs Paraguay half time score 1:0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, im so used to free channels that SCV seems redundant now. but why can't i see the match. gahh. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is salvation sunday, i hope the drama that's showing will be 'live' instead of over-the-screen from woodlands. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to kill boredom i did some quizzes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personality test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela, you're a &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;Millionaire!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i'm a millionaire!! *shouts gleefully*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very ambitious and personable, and you've got a great sense of humor &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DO??&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You care a lot about how you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;You're bursting with self-confidence&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i am?&lt;/span&gt;, and people admire you for your achievements and determination &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you do?&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behind that bold exterior you sometimes worry that you're not good enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;im a worrywart. tsk.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can also be so critical of your work that it verges on self-destructive.&lt;/span&gt; You aim to succeed — and you'll quickly crush anyone who stands in your way &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;now, honestly, i crush people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ho-hum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quizzes aren't accurate, or maybe it's just me not wanting to believe it. i'll take the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a relationship quiz, and man, it made me laugh my butt off.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Information&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im antisocial?! maybe i am.&lt;br /&gt;i ought to stop doing quizzes and sleep. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;*coughcough.* bad cough, just wouldn't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take me someplace faraway, on an aeroplane above the clouds, where the skies are beneath my feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;funny, how i can be home, in Singapore, but the airport makes me feel nostalgic. does it get you sometimes? it gets me everytime i'm at the airport, whether its to send someone off, or just for a meal. the airport, ahh, when was the last time i've travelled? three long years back. i'd say im lucky to travel already, but... it just so happens that if you have everything, you want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; then everything. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing is ever enough.&lt;/span&gt; greedy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114995718858992779?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114995718858992779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114995718858992779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114995718858992779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114995718858992779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-only-i-had-scv_10.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114975018728474098</id><published>2006-06-08T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T02:06:03.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! i changed my template. well i'll put it up for a while, leave comments. haha, the template is pretty i think. but i'll prolly switch back to the cookie one cause it's spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my tag board looks odd here; pictures of sakae up soon, feeling lazy and sick now. stupid flu and throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time; smile! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP.S who has 'sundial dreams' and 'through the arbor' by kevin kern? piano scores.pls email to me? i'm learning marriage D'amour! yays. the guitar? lets just say my passion for some things just ran low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114975018728474098?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114975018728474098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114975018728474098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114975018728474098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114975018728474098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-i-changed-my-template.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114969611062078010</id><published>2006-06-07T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:01:50.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at five the day before cause i was watching full house all the way. and i must say it was worth it. =) hahah! i still like the song! so anyway i went to school at 8.30 everyday when classes starts at 8.00. but it's ok, the teachers were pretty lenient anyway. nice people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tab came over after school to watch aqmfs, and we both then set off for eastpoint sakae! yays! *fastforward* blahblah, after we ordered takoyaki, like say, six oh a plate? and when it was delivered, juls began to arrange it nicely and pris made a comment. =_='' and i passed the candle to julie and we surprised her with a birthday song and a lighted candle on the octoballs. =) she sat there with a nice big smile plastered across on her face. man, it was classic! (we wanted to present her with a cake, but they didn't allow outside food in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then more food, and i had the complimentary udon, witch wasn't good even after i added the red pepper thing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complimentary&lt;/span&gt;, what was i expecting? nice hot noodles filled to the brim like the ones in parkway at that certain shop? well haha. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then xianny came and she ordered potato salad? and it was disgusting! it's like mashed potatoes with some odd sauce and it tasted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. and we went on around eastpoint snapping photos every now and then, until the guard said that it wasn't allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to this fashion cause i thought that i should start wearing skirts. (not intending to just yet.) and the skirts were either to short, or at the right length but with the ugliest prints ever. and we went home. pictures up tomorrow or someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, omgsh, speedlight camp is cancelled!!!! gah. it felt terrible initially but juls, pris and tab said that they wont' mind gg to night safari and come on over to my house for a sleep over. and juls will do my nails. aww sweeties! meanwhile xian will be halfway across the world enjoying her holiday! (think of us! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i know why my cheek has been twitching for the past week, maybe it's like a gut feeling thing, something is going to happen, i know it! i just do. =)  maybe God will appear to me! yay! a revival will take place, yay! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something good is gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, come to lighthouse evangalism on the 11th of june for a fun-fill exciting time! we're having 'salvation sunday' and you can be part of it too! time would be from 11-3 (there about) let me know!&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/22553581-114969611062078010?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114969611062078010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114969611062078010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114969611062078010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114969611062078010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-was-good_07.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114948627068048760</id><published>2006-06-04T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:11:22.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>randoms. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/31-05-06_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/31-05-06_1707.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/31-05-06_1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/31-05-06_1708.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coke in glass bottle; it's nice and it's only a dollar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/01-06-06_1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/01-06-06_1908.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/04-06-06_1719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/04-06-06_1719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chips. see how it shrinked? it's pringles bytheway. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/04-06-06_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/04-06-06_1442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;huanli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/01-06-06_2155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/01-06-06_2155.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pris;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/yay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/yay2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;teehee. this was taken after watching X3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;church camp next week!!! *squeals.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i live for you, forever and a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was topping up my ez-link card yesterday, and then i saw this guy who has problems walking and stuff, his hands and feet were shaped oddly and he was trying to put his card (with that string thingie what is it called?-) over his neck and he had some difficulty doing so. SO, obviously he needs help. and being the afraid-to-do-things person that i am, i didn't do anything. and the poor guy had to wait for the girl at the counter to ask someone else to help him with his tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, i feel disgusted at myself cause i didn't help him cause of my pride. whatthe* right? i mean if someone needs help, it's only right to help him/her. gah. likewise if someone needs a seat. i'll ponder and debate if i should give up my seat. and i'll take forever, until someone else kinder then i am gave up his/her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is wanting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt; more important then other people's needs? i would say no, but my actions say otherwise. gah, i'll be much more considerate in future then i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114948627068048760?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114948627068048760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114948627068048760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114948627068048760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114948627068048760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/randoms.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114930307413114272</id><published>2006-06-02T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:51:14.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my right cheek has been twitching for days now. any idea what that means?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114930307413114272?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114930307413114272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114930307413114272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114930307413114272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114930307413114272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-right-cheek-has-been-twitching-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114922893290296632</id><published>2006-06-01T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:29:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum asked me to help her take some pictures of her flowers. =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080285.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brownie! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080279.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080282.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'a bowl of noodles'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1080306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1080306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lunch! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;watching 'over the hedge' later, for free! my brother's paying, although i don't like animal shows. i hope it'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ulcers on my tongue, such a pain to eat. gah! anyway i had two packs of instant noodles just now, it's quite filling. you should have it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ulcers, ow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114922893290296632?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114922893290296632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114922893290296632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114922893290296632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114922893290296632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-mum-asked-me-to-help-her-take-some.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114914399642874789</id><published>2006-05-31T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:45:34.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't go to school today cause i overslept. sigh. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed home, and was watching full house for hours now. sigh! i am ashamed by what i did. cause i'm not working hard for what i should. instead i'm watching shows after shows and i feel like a couch potato. literally. i feel like a potato without it's skin. like so big and fair cause i lack the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omygah. and i downloaded limewire again, but i don't know how to do the files thing (xian?) and i accidentally deleted&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ALL&lt;/span&gt; my songs in the computer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;. omygoodness. thats like so stupid. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hello there, &lt;/span&gt;pamela&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who looks like a &lt;/span&gt;potato&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. this entry is redundant and it's lame. and rain is so hot and nice too.&lt;br /&gt;the song fate- by why which is fullhouse's OST. is so nice. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lagging behind everyone, people watched fullhouse last year and i'm watching now. woww. and today is thursday, don't know why blogger is still on wednesday. and i've got some stupid chinese orchestra show later, probably i'll go there to catch up on my sleep, like what many people intend do teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114914399642874789?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114914399642874789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114914399642874789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114914399642874789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114914399642874789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/didnt-go-to-school-today-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114908567234155780</id><published>2006-05-31T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:41:39.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, schools draining my energy, physically and mentally. well maybe it's due to my late night drama shows. it's so addictive that even though my head hurts like anything, i still force myself to sit through that episode, and the next and the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i show equal fervor for my school work and such. man, i think i'll do better then the state i am in now. sheesh, today i just zonked out during chem practical. while she was doing through the important details i dozed off and went into lala land. man, it felt so so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to watch X3 too! missed the first part though, when the very handsome scott summers died. had macs and then took a bus down to mr k's. and omgoodness, i do know my math isn't good, but today was the worst man. i was asking either juliana, tabs or janice my questions. like i was the slowest and almost all of the questions that i did was due to the help i got. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness, and when i got home i tried to sign into my account in the computer and i realised that my mum has changed the password. damnit. i stored all my favorite websites under my favourites and it's all gone until the end of the year. thank goodness i have my trusty gmail account. i sent emails to myself &lt;s&gt;cause i want the links&lt;/s&gt;. cause i'm deprived! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114908567234155780?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114908567234155780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114908567234155780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114908567234155780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114908567234155780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/man-schools-draining-my-energy.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114898822374260198</id><published>2006-05-30T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T04:23:43.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching x-men tomorrow, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose up for da vinci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway guess what! today i met zi hui while i was on my way to the bus stop. like wayy early. haha, then when i wanted to board the bus, i saw our chief invigilator coming down from the bus! and he wore the exact same clothes as yesterday!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; tight pants and all&lt;/span&gt;. lol. and he gave me a stiff smile.  like :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are glued to the screen, watching shows off youtube again and again, movies after movies, series after series. ohmygah. and my o levels is oh-so-soon. and i'm relaxing. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh pamela, sigh, five more months to go, and i'm not prepared at all i'm watching korean movies, taiwan idol dramas, reading comics, reading trashy magazines, sleeping, swooning at how handsome the lead actor is and wish my life would be oh-so-like-the-shows, and how fairytales portray how human lives was supposed to be. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purrfecto&lt;/span&gt;. but uh-uh, i'm suppose to study right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum is going to remove my account in this computer since she says that my o's are coming soon. im quite pissed initially, but what the heck, it has always been like this and it'll always be. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purrfecto not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114898822374260198?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114898822374260198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114898822374260198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114898822374260198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114898822374260198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/watching-x-men-tomorrow-probably_30.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114892226310481541</id><published>2006-05-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:04:23.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohh how nice if life was like a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it'll be boring. still it'll be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i should cut down on my taiwan drama series. sigh, big big sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114892226310481541?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114892226310481541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114892226310481541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114892226310481541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114892226310481541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/ohh-how-nice-if-life-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114888589675002391</id><published>2006-05-28T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T05:58:54.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my chinese o's! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt;.  guess what i did? i memorised si han by &lt;s&gt;hard&lt;/s&gt; heart. and wow the question was too difficult to comprehend so i spent half an hour on my si han and then i realised that i didn't want to do si han cause i didn't know how to continue. and then i did gong han for half an hour, and since i've always neglected my gong han i don't know what else to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bao zhang was oh-kay i wrote 3 and a half long pages. maybe it's due to the paper. but anyway  i'm sure i  went off topic. and omgah, the paper 2, my written compre was so messy! my words was all over, cause i wrote it all wrongly and omgah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. *breathes* it's over, and i'm gonna retake it man. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways my holidays are here! except for the two weeks of school, i can take a short short break. man, i'm anticipating church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chinese o's is over!! *skips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;and the chief  invigilator seems kind of odd? with tight pants and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh! back to school tomorrow in my hot and stinking uniform. and if the school reads this i'm probably screwed. but i'm not discriminating anyone directly so i think i'm assuring myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what chinese does to you? makes you blog stuffs that doesn't link with each other, makes you have bad dreams and makes you hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok to end on a good note : i'm flat broke, but i still want to catch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;x-men the last stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, so who wants to watch that show with me on friday at a cheapskate theatre namely the 'princess theatre' down at bedok. (somewhere along the line.) let me know! and i can make in after school about 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my cell! =) yesterday whilst on the way home i realised that i liked the ECP outing we had last june and i decided to have one again. it's a very random thing so anyway details are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venue: ECP&lt;br /&gt;doing ... : don't know? random. swim in the sea, dinner. some requested going for MS too.&lt;br /&gt;day and date: saturday, 17 of june ( camp week. )&lt;br /&gt;time? :  afternoon till God-knows-when. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know too! now God bless the rests and have a victorious week! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;footnote: was reading xiaxue's blog and she said something about the show maury and i checked it up on youtube. found this particular episode interesting!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Yk5w5w5vNFM&amp;amp;search=maury"&gt;click HERE!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114888589675002391?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114888589675002391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114888589675002391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114888589675002391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114888589675002391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-chinese-os-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114872709532746735</id><published>2006-05-27T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T03:57:17.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, ignore this entry, i just want to blog about this sick dream i had yesterday night. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not sick in the sense that it's lewd or whatever. but i had this dream that i stayed in a flat up high at the 20th level. and just across my block is this girl, pretty, demure, sweet looking. but omg, i don't know why but everything changed, from a nice white sky it became dark and all i could see was that girl who had this evil stare, was glaring at some innocent girl who was made to cling against the parapet and cling for her dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then that evil sweet looking girl started to throw stones from a level above, aiming directly at her fingers so as to make her lose or grip or something, and then she fell, to her death from twenty levels up high. and the screams was unbearable. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that girl went on a killing spree, killing and killing girl after girl, same way for each one. and one day it was my turn. she didn't kill me cause suddenly some part off pris comic came up (i don't know why) and everything became okay again. omgah. i just woke up and look around and fell asleep. and the entire dream just plays over and over in my head goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, nevermind. sometimes dreams just says something about life. and i don't know what this means but maybe it has to do with my o levels? maybe i won't do well, maybe this maybe that. maybe i'll &lt;s&gt;fall off the parapet like my dream&lt;/s&gt; fly up high in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would. and i'll fly. second entry for today, i'm going to screw up my life at this rate. i'll study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call upon the name of the Lord and be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114872709532746735?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114872709532746735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114872709532746735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114872709532746735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114872709532746735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-ignore-this-entry-i-just-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114872477543102184</id><published>2006-05-27T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T03:12:55.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sixty bucks richer, but looking at the amount that i owe, i feel poorer then ever. how much longer do i have to save, to pay back all that i owe? forever maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, chinese o's is in two freaking days time, and i'm not fretting and i'm not doing anything. i mean it's the o levels man, the paper where i'm going to throw down eleven years of knowledge into. and i'm blogging. wow. sheesh. there's something wrong somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been feeling very tired lately, all i want to do is sleep, and all i did was to sleep. i slept for eleven hours yesterday, and i feel so tired, as if i had not slept for months. sheesh. ohmygah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris ignited my love for comics! ohmy, it's just so sweet the way the characters are portrayed? as if japan is an ideal place to be where everything is just so superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went for my backbone checkup today, and the greatest news is that i do not have to go back for any follow-ups whatsoever anymore! =) cause apparently my bones have matured fully and i should do more swimming as that strengthens the back. and the pain at my tailbone is caused by sitting down for a long time and i have to stretch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee. and after check up i had tuition. with my chinese tutor of course, and it's my last lesson. i have mixed feelings, i mean i don't like her, but after teaching me for three and a half long years, i feel sad that i won't have to have her lesson anymore. but whatever, i should be happy and i will be. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, chinese oh chinese. just two days more, why can't i just give in my all for these two days and just be as free as anything after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness pamela, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look what you've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114872477543102184?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114872477543102184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114872477543102184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114872477543102184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114872477543102184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-sixty-bucks-richer-but-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114855006713734147</id><published>2006-05-25T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:41:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to learn pilates. maybe after my olevels? who wants? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had photo-taking today, made me sad cause it's the last year with my class, three short years! and anyway our graduation theme is so weird? and my mum says that she might just take me to a friend of hers to get my dress done. everyone say yay! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mr jega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talked about cca points today? and going by the old system i'll probably get 5 points which allows me to take a point off o levels. sigh! one point is important. and now, i don't know what i want to do, where i want to go. and my grades are so pathetic. where can i go anyway! nvm. i better pull up my socks and buck up so that i'll get a choice next time. sigh! i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the librarian is leaving! how sad. i'll miss her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/m_and_s_triple_crunch_cereal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/400/m_and_s_triple_crunch_cereal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that's marks and spencer's triple chocolate crunch, it's really nice? cause the chocolates taste like real chocolates! in a cereal! lovely. and i'll post up a clearer picture soon, cause i can't find one online now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway i said that i'll do something on guide dogs? well somewhere last week juliana tab and i saw a guide dog. and i love guide dogs! well cause they're so well trained that they don't bite (probably).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this video&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dre2zLuCnHc"&gt; HERE!!! &lt;/a&gt; it's about the show quill. it's very very cute! i've got the show, but i can't lend it out cause it's my brother's and it's kinda boring but when you really sit and listen it's very very very very very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/guidedogs_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/guidedogs_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/guide-dogs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/guide-dogs.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/guidedog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/guidedog.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/AGeorge%20%28guide%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/AGeorge%20%28guide%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/guide_utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/guide_utah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/quill1_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/quill1_1024x768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, how cute. =) i know it's not much of an entry. but the dogs are simply too adorable! =) and they help the blind too! so it's nice huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these dogs don't just get put to sleep after they're done with their jobs. unlike those police dogs? out to sniff drugs. miss wong said that they are put to sleep just after 4 yrs or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for obvious reasons. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114855006713734147?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-114839246559769829</id><published>2006-05-23T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:07:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>note to self : blog about guide dogs cause it's an interesting topic to blog on, instead of rambling on about my neighbour's hideous house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, they added some wall thingie that blocks out the wind from my window. think: open window and you see a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much is happening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So much that I can't even see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So many words of wisdom that I am trying to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Catch me if I should fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And even more so while I'm standing tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114839246559769829?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114839246559769829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114839246559769829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114839246559769829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114839246559769829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/note-to-self-blog-about-guide-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114837092836654861</id><published>2006-05-23T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:55:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. my neighbours are at the drilling thing now, they're adding poles everywhere, i don't know why cause it's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope they don't find my blog ( which is a high chance :) cause their kids are very young. but kids these days are getting cleverer right? ) so anyway they knocked down daphne's very nice house and added in a very hideous kitchen and knocked down daphne's balcony and added a very ugly room with an extended balcony which is also very ugly. and it's all wood everywhere! omgosh. it's the first time i'm seeing a house made of wood, they changed the garden to a wooden deck, and the kitchen comes all the way back that the back of my home doesn't get much light. sigh! i swear they turned a very very nice house into one that's simply too ugly beyond me. i guess the nicest is just the family and the dog. not too sure about the family though, the lady keeps asking me weird questions, and she blabbers on. while her husband is so straight forward that he told his wife not to talk to me. and added in some retarded reason to it. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it wasn't for all the knocking, i think they're just fine. but sigh, with the knocking and the hideous looking house, i'm so so so glad im moving! yay! :) and oh, my neighbour has this really really bright lamp that is situated in the middle of nowhere, and it's so bright that they don't off it at night and it just shines right into my room. goodness, imagine if my family is so childish to complain and we end up fighting, you'll see a childish senario of the 'joo chiat' family repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. all i do is complain, somehow i miss my old neighbours! gosh, it's hard to adapt with two new neighbours living next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! o levels is in six days time and i'm not prepared. i guess i'll get probably at c6? or worse. ok blogging is becoming a chore now, and my life revolves around chinese, which dampens my mood. and imagine sitting on a chair for three hours straight listening to lao shi talk. it's unbearable, just sitting on the chair. and i can't talk, i don't understand i feel so dumb. goodness. and phototaking is on thursday, and my class is clueless as to what we're going to do. moreover my hair is in a mess, everyday is bad hair day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah, i'm blogging junk. and i can't wait till next monday, when chinese is over. and just two more lessons of my tutor's class and it's over. ah, i'm relishing at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all, at the rate i'm blogging, i think i'm a terrible bore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114837092836654861?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114837092836654861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114837092836654861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114837092836654861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114837092836654861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/sigh_23.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114813952313371203</id><published>2006-05-20T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:40:57.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanted to watch ai qing mo fa shi now, but since my sis says that i'll disturb her if i did. she's doing her question for cell now, and it's so last minute! =) see, now you know we share the same blood. i'm procrastinating. like how my zuo wenS are sitting on my table waiting to be done, and my chinese homework is collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh! i had chem and chinese tuition today and when adeline went through my chem paper, i nearly fainted, i gave freaking 8 marks away, like freebies. gosh, i should kill myself. and my chinese teacher said that my chinese isn't good cause i don't revise my work like i ought to do so and such. it's so tiring to pack two tuitions on a nice saturday. i was asleep -literally- during chinese lesson, and had to wash my face twice, but obviously it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i admire people who actually got a single digit for their overall o levels. gosh, cause it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;. at least for now. gosh. anyway i met my neighbour just now when my dog ran over next door just cause he saw this very adorable female shetland. and sparks flew and i think my dogs like her. ahh i love that breed! those type of dogs are simply the cutest! and when their fur grows it becomes nice and long and all of them will look ladylike, even if they're male. pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like a collie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/bestfriendvision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/bestfriendvision.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shetland sheepdog =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/%5Bwallcoo.com%5D_Shetland_Sheepdog%20_wallpapers_351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/%5Bwallcoo.com%5D_Shetland_Sheepdog%20_wallpapers_351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/collie%204%2014%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/collie%204%2014%2005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;collie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;pretty! hard to maintain though, but it's pretty and soft and comfy. ahhh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog's the best! =)&lt;br /&gt;alrights, mt o's in a weeks time, plus a day. gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i lied to my tutor that i won't retake ever. but obviously i am, but i can't tell her that i won't want her to teach me right in her face right? oops. i lied again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i saw your face in a crowded place, and i don't know what to do, cause i'll never be with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114813952313371203?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-114805392345461525</id><published>2006-05-19T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:52:03.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh! why do i feel so inactive online? everytime i come online is to watch videos. well guess thats all i do now, the internet has become boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, over dinner just now, my parents told me that they're going on a week-long holiday to God-knows-where with my sister and them. and i'm not going! wow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i begged my mum to let me go for church camp, afterall it's just three or four days off my june holidays! and guess what! she said no! wow, so i said that exams won't start until after september, and after much pestering she agreed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't told her about my results, my dreadful stupid disgusting results. i won't mull over it cause i'm focusing all my attention on my chinese! =) guess what my mum said! she said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if i pass with a c6 i can choose to not retake&lt;/span&gt;. wow, hahaha so i told her until i get my b3 i will retake but quit my tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so i guess after two lessons for chinese it'll be the last i see of my tutor. now thats good news&lt;/span&gt;. sigh but passing itself is a problem. gee. why chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway about my mye results i failed geog, can you believe it? well i wasn't surprised cause i didn't study much and my results was so crap, mrs kauthar gave me a face. sigh you know the make-you-feel-guilty face? and mrs lim said she is very very disappointed in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess you know what i failed now. anyway i'm off to change my template and my tagboard. sigh! why must it be fixed just after i changed it? gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where did my social life go?&lt;br /&gt;gah! stupid stupid thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114805392345461525?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114805392345461525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114805392345461525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114805392345461525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114805392345461525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/sigh-why-do-i-feel-so-inactive-online.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114801797175674106</id><published>2006-05-18T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:52:51.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi! i just changed my template. and i'm in school. gah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and xian i changed my tagboard, so i doubt you can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway!! my results is so crap. gah. give me a sundae!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farhana yes i like sundaes and throw in an ice kachang too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-114775321547409020</id><published>2006-05-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:48:05.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldn't sign into friendster awhile ago. and now i can! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my tagboard isn't working. so i can't reply tags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114775321547409020?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114775321547409020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114775321547409020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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shaking her head in desperation (as always). cause my chinese is so basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can memorise, but i can't understand. i can speak, but i can't read or write. and i'm a chinese. wow! how am i to survive in future. everyone is telling me that china is going to rise up and take over the economy and such. so i must speak chinese well in order to earn a living in future. even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang-mohs&lt;/span&gt; are learning chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes are shutting. youtube is down, and i didn't watch my drama serial yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like taiwanese idol dramas cause it's nice and it's superfical, and it gives you that glimpse of hope of having something you know you won't get in reality. wow. like how fairytales were created to make life look easy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. there's school tomorrow so i guess i can't watch my drama serials until o's are over and i've got a pile of books that i've yet to read. sigh, now when i read books, i take forever. it's like a page a day. and i've lost all the passion i have for anything gosh. books are like books, food is like food, and TV is just my addiction. i even stop yearning to sleep. wow. i just play with my dogs all day! haha i long for a day when i can sit in a middle of a field in a nice cold country side, and play with dogs in the winter, and let the snow fall on my face. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the cold! why doesn't anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114775196396022237?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114775196396022237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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it's addictive. and i'm so lazy that i didn't upload the photos yet! gah. j&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ulie how about me emailing it to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sigh. had a good talk with my dad today, and well, he did say quite a few things and i heard some part and it made me think like wow. there he is doing so well, and here i am blogging like some moron with just twenty five dollars in my bank account. i've spent all my money already as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my mum knows about my foolish secret. she has been asking some really weird questions and my brother and sister has to cover up for me. sigh. see, paper can't wrap around fire. gosh, imagine the day when every thing is exposed i think she'll feel betrayed and stupid like how can i fool her for so so long. and i know that feeling is gonna suck, and she'll probably do those stuffs she did to me back in primary school. sigh. lying sucks, i do not want to lie, but... some circumstances in this world cause people to lie. my mum used to asked me 'who taught me to lie?' and i told her nobody but me. but thats the truth right? i didn't pick up lying from some random person. and whatever man, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i thought lying can solve everything but thats just another lie to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my lies was always exposed to my mum, so i guess it'll be the same as long as i live. gosh, maybe i should just stop this stupid secret. and cancel everything, live life as before, i can save money this way. but it's so hard, and i may have to pay more then i should. gosh, i do not know what to do. i swear she knows, i know it when she knows something. damnit. i feel so screwed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i should be responsible for it, i asked for it. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what would happen if i fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've stopped thinking of some stuffs, it is good for my soul - like chicken soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114754765712649906?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114754765712649906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114754765712649906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114754765712649906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114754765712649906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114736693331664284</id><published>2006-05-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:06:52.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>massive pimple breakout!&lt;br /&gt;i've got this humungous zit sitting on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to upload photos? but blogger is rather slow today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is as sweet as strawberries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114736693331664284?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114736693331664284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114736693331664284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114736693331664284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114736693331664284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/massive-pimple-breakout-ive-got-this.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114727714288041983</id><published>2006-05-10T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:10:35.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="background: rgb(189, 209, 187) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" bgcolor="#b3c6b1" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="270"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brain Lateralization Test Results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right Brain&lt;/b&gt; (58%) The right hemisphere is the visual, figurative, artistic, and intuitive side of the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left Brain&lt;/b&gt; (36%) The left hemisphere is the logical, articulate, assertive, and practical side of the brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/brain.html"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi all! apparently i'm a right brainer.&lt;br /&gt;i like being a right brainer anyway! read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left Brain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td rowspan="3" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right Brain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; Logical&lt;br /&gt;Sequential&lt;br /&gt;Rational&lt;br /&gt;Analytical&lt;br /&gt;Objective&lt;br /&gt;Looks at parts &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive&lt;br /&gt;Holistic&lt;br /&gt;Synthesizing&lt;br /&gt;Subjective&lt;br /&gt;Looks at wholes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true. whilst julie was cutting her hair today, tab showed me some personality test and oh it's so true! hahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we fall down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we lay our crowns at the feet of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was so fun. i had a hair cut from a very nice beck, and everyone but Eunice thinks that i look aunty? i think my hair is OH-KAY! least it's not so thick anymore!! anyway, i guess Eunice is aunty too. and goodness me. i have zero fashion taste! gahhh. i will be more sociable!!! and i will know more about trends around the world!! ok like that's suppose to be motivating??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway took many many pictures? but my brother is home so i can't get the cable. -looong story. so i'll upload it another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hold me close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Let Your love surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bring me near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Draw me to Your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And as I wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll rise up like the eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I will soar with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your Spirit leads me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the power of Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i bask in your love. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114727714288041983?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114727714288041983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114727714288041983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114727714288041983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114727714288041983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/brain-lateralization-test-resultsright.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114719398900855710</id><published>2006-05-09T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:59:49.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. chinese o levels is in twenty days time. wow! and chinese is still quite foreign to me. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am not anticipating the mye's results cause i know i won't do well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks to the very very last minute day-before studying thing that has been ongoing for this mid-year&lt;/span&gt;. and miss wong said that only 9 people passed for English? the rest is like, close to single digit marks. sigh, i can already picture mr tan's expression. he'll be like. what! your marks are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something-or-other &lt;/span&gt;only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and math! goodness, mrs lim said that we didn't do well, and she went on to tell us about some sec 5 classes back in some year, and they failed their math, all of them except for one. it's funny how she can talk to you about something so devastating and she can have this very amused expression on her face as if it's a wow kind of thing. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i screwed up my oral. miss chai said that i should cut down on my 'ahhs' and i am thankful that i got her. maybe cause it's a familiarity kind of thing? sigh! and anyway i can predict my geog scores already. screw it man. even miss lau knows that we didn't study for chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. i'm fretting over o levels!!! chinese is my ultimate most hated subject ever! even i can't believe it that my parents speak chinese, very fluently at that. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's a HOT HOT DAY! woke up, had school came home, and i felt as if i was melting. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melts; gosh, why won't singapore snow! can't we move down or up the equator? sighh. it feels like summer. what a bummer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114719398900855710?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114719398900855710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114719398900855710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114719398900855710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114719398900855710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114716544961581608</id><published>2006-05-09T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T02:13:24.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi all! i've got a truck load of images to upload.. soo, it may take a while to load. and i suck at these image-with-captions thing. so if they don't come with captions, don't blame me! =) and they are not in order!! i'll only caption those i like. and take note of the bird in the bus! :D:D:D and the food. gahh the food is good. ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/07-04-06_1836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/07-04-06_1836.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;earrings! i bought that day when i was out with marill and roch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/04-05-06_1826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/04-05-06_1826.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ernie's hanky! haha! ok it's mine. cause i got it! i don't know whats kukumalu. but it's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/04-05-06_1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/04-05-06_1852.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my strand of white hair??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/29-01-06_1311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/29-01-06_1311.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my cousin's dog! it's some mixed breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/02-05-06_1249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/02-05-06_1249.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;potato chips! good food source with abundant energy! -for exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/29-01-06_1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/29-01-06_1312.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok my cousin's dog again! told you it's random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/30-04-06_1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/30-04-06_1406.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tab's notebook! i liked the colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/30-04-06_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/30-04-06_1736.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh! my earring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/07-05-06_1033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/07-05-06_1033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok!! crime case opp mr k's house. it's on the papers yesterday! about some fit jogger who passed out and died. sigh. life, is so unexpected. treasure every minute. :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i looove everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/07-05-06_1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/07-05-06_1032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/07-05-06_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/07-05-06_1522.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tab!! my ice-kachang buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/07-05-06_1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/07-05-06_1016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bird in the bus. omg. i swear it's disgusting. i'll elaborate later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/07-05-06_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/07-05-06_1521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my ice kachang!! :D LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/06-05-06_1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/06-05-06_1017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think this is nice! got it off the neil humphrey's column! btw. his column rocks socks. you should read it for a laugh or two. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/07-05-06_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/07-05-06_1014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok back to bird in the bus! :D can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/05-05-06_2218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/05-05-06_2218.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;memoirs of a geisha. i've been reading it for more then a month now. and yes. i'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/05-05-06_1651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/05-05-06_1651.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok scrabble with seraphina!! hahaha. the weird words we form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/07-05-06_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/07-05-06_1015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more bird in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/05-05-06_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/05-05-06_1339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;try this! it rocks. it has some jelly thing inside? but you can't see it. and you can taste it! $1.30 in 7-11 stores. $1.10 in school. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/05-05-06_1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/05-05-06_1649.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/05-05-06_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/05-05-06_1650.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tell me, what word can i form with these tiles?? besides &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/05-05-06_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/05-05-06_1340.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/05-05-06_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/05-05-06_1045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;am pang niang tofu. ok... hahaha it's this place that sells awesome tofu things, and best. it's situated just down the road. near my house. cool aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/29-04-06_1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/29-04-06_1830.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my mum's birthday!! bought her a cake and a bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/29-04-06_1829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/29-04-06_1829.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/29-04-06_1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/29-04-06_1828.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cake in full!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/03-05-06_1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/03-05-06_1536.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to xian's house to do bio, cause my house was too noisy, but as usual. i didn't get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies! now thats all my chunk of photos. off my phone that is. so pardon me if it isn't clear! sigh. and it's all messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyways back to the bird in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i didn't go for morning service and cell, so i went for tuition. took bus twelve. and omg, i saw a bird wings and all fluttering at the back seat. i thought it was just an illusion, so i walk to the back to seat - like what i would normally do - and then i saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poop&lt;/span&gt; all over the seat&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. literally. it was gross, cause it's poop in orange. ok!? and it was everwhere can? funny how it didn't smell. and so anyway i went a few seats front. and was looking at the bird and took some shots of it. and soon! omg, it came towards me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. i just moved all the way in front. goodness. it's freaky how the bird got in the bus, and has no intention of leaving; even after the man clapped his hands and tried to shoo the bird out. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i had my ice kachang on sunday! was so good! and i was so so glad i attended speedlight, cause p&amp;w was awesome. - i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so close&lt;/span&gt; to not going. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping tml!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;marill! things will be alright! i'll be there for youuuuu!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114716544961581608?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114716544961581608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114716544961581608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114716544961581608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114716544961581608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-all-ive-got-truck-load-of-images-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114694436980819052</id><published>2006-05-06T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:43:23.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so angry now, you know what i want to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-run&lt;br /&gt;-burn wood&lt;br /&gt;-tear up my news papers&lt;br /&gt;-crush up paper&lt;br /&gt;-scream&lt;br /&gt;-yell&lt;br /&gt;-run&lt;br /&gt;-run&lt;br /&gt;-eat ice kachang&lt;br /&gt;-run&lt;br /&gt;-run&lt;br /&gt;-eat ice kachang&lt;br /&gt;-run&lt;br /&gt;-run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except that i can't do any of the above now cause it's 3.35am on a sunday morning. and i don't know exactly why i'm pissed off about. all i know is that there's so much i want to let out. and i realised how much i want to run now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me ice kachang. or i'll start to break bowls and cups, tear all the paper i see, smash my keyboard, throw my phone, delete this blog altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't do that too! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause nothing belongs to me&lt;/span&gt;, exception of the blog part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH?! anger management.&lt;br /&gt;oh i wrote an entry below too!! i feel so random and weird. goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114694436980819052?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114694436980819052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114694436980819052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114694436980819052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114694436980819052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-angry-now-you-know-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114694389928329854</id><published>2006-05-06T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:31:39.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much fustrations bottled up inside.. oh how i wish that the day will come when i throw all of it away&lt;/span&gt;! cause apparently talking and thinking about it will only aggravate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, all i do is complain!  :D&lt;br /&gt;i watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt; television for today. and i'm so unhappy over the polling results. ok whatever! i shall not say anymore after all, it's politics! too complicated for my simple mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114694389928329854?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114694389928329854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114694389928329854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114694389928329854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114694389928329854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-much-fustrations-bottled-up-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114672966284374979</id><published>2006-05-04T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:05:15.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm hearing songs from 'piano love letters' i've no idea how did it ended up in my library. but it's nice! love oldies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played monopoly in school today after oral (which i screwed up) monopoly is fun! and pris knows the rules so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams was tough. cause i didn't prepare enough. sigh!! can't believe it's my last year and i'm slacking.[jiu yo zhi qu] thats my favorite cheng yu, cause thats all that i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm blogging, i'm popping chocolates into my mouth!! ate so much of chocolates. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/28-04-06_1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/28-04-06_1905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some view of the houses opposite mine.. it was sunny then, so the walls looked nice and the clouds too. but can't be seen here. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/24-04-06_2111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/24-04-06_2111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some oriental thing my dad bought from korea. it's suppose to be chilli and something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/23-04-06_2136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/23-04-06_2136.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lucky pen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/23-04-06_2135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/23-04-06_2135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my brother and sis bought this while i was having tuition... =_=''' haha. but its sweet ok! actions speak louder then words! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/23-03-06_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/23-03-06_1901.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;class tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/21-04-06_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/21-04-06_1645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took this in KFC; boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/12-02-06_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/12-02-06_2030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the key chain that pris gave for christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, won't be going for cell and service this sunday cause of tuition. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;jen and irene went back to korea on monday! *sigh. my poor sis should probably be affected by it. oopsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sink my soul in oldies. SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114672966284374979?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114672966284374979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114672966284374979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114672966284374979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114672966284374979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-hearing-songs-from-piano-love.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114664472278148756</id><published>2006-05-03T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:25:22.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in kong's house now. was supposed to do my bio.. but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my exams are so screwed up. yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shall not procrastinate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114664472278148756?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114664472278148756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114664472278148756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114664472278148756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114664472278148756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-in-kongs-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114572583383162172</id><published>2006-04-22T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T10:19:57.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moronic people like me. updates her stupid blog when exams are just a day away (it's 1.13am sunday). while clever and smart people, plans their time properly and makes sure that they have enough time for every subject. so when exam comes they score. and people who blogs like i do. fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! what an interesting theory. and oh, moronic people like me, blames everything else on earth for her pathetic scores instead of looking at herself first. like ie. the renovations next door. like music playing over and over in my head. so i can't focus. my place in the exam room is too hot. no ventilation. i smell dust. i can't focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit right. see exams are not until the week after next (technically) cause next week it's just routine tests and language papers. but i've got no time! i can't finish all the chapters. i've studied like bits and pieces of some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm so screwed. and i'm still blogging. whatever lah. anyway my mum gave me something cool to eat so that i can stay awake all night. looks like it isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone is helping me, but i'm not helping myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the greatest theory of all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't feel a tad bit of stressed. now, theres a problem there right? right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114572583383162172?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114572583383162172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114572583383162172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114572583383162172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114572583383162172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/04/moronic-people-like-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114551911510206865</id><published>2006-04-20T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:50:11.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/chocs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/chocs.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks juls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white ferreros are simply the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;. the original ferreros are just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok off to studying now, with all that drilling coming from my neighbours house.(gee, that rhymed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;graciee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've started studying like a little bit. like really little. ahhh. i think my mye goals can just flush down the toilet bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114551911510206865?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114551911510206865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114551911510206865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114551911510206865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114551911510206865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanks-juls-white-ferreros-are-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114545510416922338</id><published>2006-04-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:17:05.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been late a total of five times this year! damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and exams are just a week away. and i've not began to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How deep is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really need to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause we're living in a world of fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When they all should let us be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We belong to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nothing can beat the oldies. tata!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114545510416922338?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114545510416922338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114545510416922338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114545510416922338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114545510416922338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-been-late-total-of-five-times-this.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114507695272691156</id><published>2006-04-14T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:59:35.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Friday. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ernie said that every afternoon of a Good Friday, it never fails to rain&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it flooded yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;went out with the cell. like the whole day! hahaha. after service we went to gareth's house to pick up his laptop and blah. and then it started raining heavily. haha. it was hilarious. went to settlers cafe. they have many varieties of board games there. it was fun. but obviously it comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have katong laksa after that. and jacq treated us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all went to my house. and ben left after a game of dota. and desmund nazreth and i watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memoirs of a geisha&lt;/span&gt;. the subtitles for that show is so wrong. didn't get half the show. and yes, the book is SO much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for supper after that. and came back to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fearless&lt;/span&gt;. wow. that show rocks. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i learnt how to play some chords off the guitar! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all. jac has some gay photos of gareth nazreth and andrew on the bed. arms intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EASTER! Jesus reigns. you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff like these always comes as a surprise. i'm never ready. but oh, wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114507695272691156?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114507695272691156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114507695272691156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114507695272691156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114507695272691156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114490865532345659</id><published>2006-04-12T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:10:55.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(17, 0, 0); width: 400px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(51, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(102, 0, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 66px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(51, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(102, 0, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 76px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(68, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(119, 0, 34) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 138px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(68, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(119, 0, 34) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 126px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(51, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(102, 0, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(17, 0, 34) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(17, 0, 153) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 2px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; width: 85px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 7px; background: rgb(68, 0, 17) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 85px; font-family: arial,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background-color: rgb(51, 17, 17); width: 200px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 0px; background: rgb(119, 0, 34) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; height: 14px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; width: 114px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Discover Your Sins - Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day was alright. bought some kit kat and ya-dah. for easter to give to my cell! making cards and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;im so free sometimes.&lt;/s&gt; i don't know how to spend my time wisely. nvm! kit kat is for a good cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114490865532345659?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114490865532345659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114490865532345659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114490865532345659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114490865532345659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/04/greedmedium-gluttonymedium-wrathhigh.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114485022084355214</id><published>2006-04-12T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:40:22.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can see so much of me still living in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave fu lao shi my url! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hi lao shi if you're reading this somehow. =)&lt;br /&gt;TAG ME!! ---&gt; over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this week is good. just three days of school, and teachers were busy or we made them digress. and tomorrow is sports day the day after is good friday and all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. and tuition today was good. cause it was quiet. monday's tuition was good 'cept for the part when someone can't stop talking. chinese tuition was good too! i made her teach me some weird thing and we skipped ting xie! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and what happens if i fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114485022084355214?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114485022084355214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114485022084355214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114485022084355214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114485022084355214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-can-see-so-much-of-me-still-living.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114450865509676153</id><published>2006-04-08T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T09:23:32.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weirdest happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i came home all tired from the useless chinese talk. so i fell asleep on my bed. woke up, and then showered and all. tried to sit down and study bio. and THEN. i felt tired again. so i decided to sleep. and i went back to my room, and i saw a lizard running about on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh, i got freaked out. and i got all energetic again. and moved my belongings to another room. obviously with my dogs jumping around madly trying to get to the lizard. which is still at large. bah.&lt;br /&gt;how gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my IQ dropped. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="resultheader"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Linguistic Architect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; People who are Linguistic Architects are brilliant with language and words. They are also very good at understanding things on an abstract level. They are at their best when they put those two skills together to communicate new ideas and see how they fit into different contexts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised, that i'm so random. SO random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many nice people around, helping me, giving and nice. and they don't complain when i complain, and if i happen to have a bitch day and go around giving attitude. they just don't really bother. haha. how nice. why did i even complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only yesterday when I was sad and I was lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You showed me the way to leave the past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and all it's tears behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow maybe even brighter than today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;since I threw my sadness away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/rochandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/rochandme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that's rochelle and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time to do some biology.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114450865509676153?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114450865509676153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114450865509676153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114450865509676153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114450865509676153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/04/weirdest-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114443132821156822</id><published>2006-04-07T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:39:49.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i surfed youtube i checked out on this video! my favorite since i was in primary 4 or 5. around there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrfbwRMhu7I&amp;amp;search=eyes%20on%20me%20faye%20wong"&gt;WATCH IT HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrfbwRMhu7I"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BrfbwRMhu7I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, CSS's photos below. on previous entry. tada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i realise i always do things without thinking first.&lt;br /&gt;how dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114443132821156822?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114443132821156822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114443132821156822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114443132821156822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114443132821156822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-i-surfed-youtube-i-checked-out-on.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114442656739033520</id><published>2006-04-07T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:20:53.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been procrastinating!! haha. in posting up css's pictures that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway before i go into that, i'll blog about my very eventful day. school was alright cause the teachers were just giving us a good time in school. very relaxed and yadah. and after school i went to meet marilyn, rochelle and company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, it was hilarious cause both of us (rochelle and i) were walking up and around the the shops in parkway aimlessly. and then back down again. cause i wanted to check out seven haven. but they closed down! tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, anyways marill came -finally- and then we just dumped our bags on to sun xiong and his friends who was very kind and carried our very very heavy bags around parkway. thank goodness marill's bag wasn't pink. but that's not the point. anyway we went to mos burger and took so many weird photos. and i swear we were making SO MUCH noise. but whatever la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, went home and all did my bio hwk. and i feel so slow. slow in memorising things. haha! so yea, i fell asleep on my table. and i missed the first part of da chang jin. lol. nvm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, anyways the whole point of this is for photos! ok photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no captions cause i'm plain lazy. anyway a picture speaks a thousand words right! so yea, imagine your own caption. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1070249.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1070249.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/P1070251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/P1070251.jpg" 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a purple freak. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARILYN SEND ME PICTURES FROM TODAY!!&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/22553581-114442656739033520?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114442656739033520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114442656739033520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114442656739033520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114442656739033520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-been-procrastinating-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114422285929110096</id><published>2006-04-05T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:42:09.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe that i don't want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;and then why blog ? you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well cause i've got so much to say, and i can't be bothered to bottle it up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we're backed to our original class, after 3 long months. bah, it has insects all over, dusty and odd. but the quietness there is so comfy. lol. the rest of the school is in a mess la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's so much going on in class now, so so much, but no one wants to say it. and i just keep blabbering my stupid shithead mouth out to anyone. ok not anyone. but yes, i should just shut my trap and stay out of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, as the saying goes : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silence is golden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much, and it's just day one of moving back down to 5/2. what the beep man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parent's are spamming me with emails, and ironically they ban me from using the computers. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: have you ever felt so neglected by someone or people and it suddenly feels as if it is the lowest point in your life (but it isn't) and another person comes along, say somethings and due to your emotions, you choose to seek solace in that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, everything in this world is just a facade. if everyone chose to show their true emotions, then, i think the world will just fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL NOT WATCH TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; of tv. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114422285929110096?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114422285929110096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114422285929110096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114422285929110096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114422285929110096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-believe-that-i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114387905276848704</id><published>2006-04-01T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:19:24.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone sent me this link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonikbyte.com/catkiller.wmv"&gt;http://www.sonikbyte.com/catkiller.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS EFFING SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freak all animal abusers. freak that bitch who did that do that cat. omg. i abhor people who abuse.&lt;br /&gt;although i don't like cats, but they're still a living creature. and, omg the hatred i feel for people who abuse animals or man is beyond anything you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see half that video cause it's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway if you're prepared for all gory details. watch it then, and let your blood boil, unless you're sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes i wonder why there are people like that on earth,&lt;/span&gt; i read somewhere that satan wants us killing each other and what nots. ahh i'll post that up another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's april fools day. wow. and after i watched that video. everything in the name of fun is gone. bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114387905276848704?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-114382128882164103</id><published>2006-03-31T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:43:37.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say that i caught &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ultraviolet&lt;/span&gt; today. and let's just say.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; don't go and watch it&lt;/span&gt; cause it isn't nice. i'll rate it 1/5 cause 1/2 goes to her pretty face, and the other 1/2 goes to the random scenes with violet and six. which was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. basically. the movie sucked la. wasted my 4 bucks. i couldn't get half the plot. and the storyline is thin. and it's so animated. everything is so graphical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. i saw graciee today!! hahahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what? since ultra ended so early, gar and i walked round suntec aimlessly. and then to marina, and then to raffles city. mean while, i checked out on all the choc box's outlets. and although i knew they closed, i just wanted to triple check. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and sigh.. it's gone, really. i miss them so so much. irene, brenz, VIKKI!!, sofi, yana, angie and of course farah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i walked in some CD shop (i was in my uni) and this weird lady started to play the CSS song can! so im like. righttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg. i should've watched ice age instead!?!? omg. i swear ultraviolet isn't nice. bah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't get over that fact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went for the holy ghost meet. and it's kinda freaky when people started to laugh, but after a while, it got kinda nice cause it made me melt to see people laughing ever so merrily. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they looked so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair seems to be dropping?! anyway im growing it. and then i want to soft curl my hair when it's long. and if i look funny. i'll just get it cut again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im tired. can't wait for CSS grand final! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is interested in having a sushi buffet with me! he is deciding on the price now. ooo!&lt;br /&gt;and i begged naz to get the cell to have sushi buffet during the hols. =) i wish they'd just organise another ECP trip like last year, it was SO SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to post up something. but the html was screwed up. LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114382128882164103?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114382128882164103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114382128882164103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114382128882164103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114382128882164103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-i-just-want-to-say-that-i-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114373623448936312</id><published>2006-03-30T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T08:30:34.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the Bill and Exchange(assistant) Manager of the Africa development Bank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MRS AJAHA  AHMED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my department I discovered an abandoned sum of USD$11.300.000 (ELEVEN MILLION THREE HUNDERS U.S.A DOLLARS).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;laugh please. i found that im my inbox. lol. i'll be a rich tai tai already man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! how screwed can Eng Wah be. all the timings for the shows are like outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;can't watch all the good shows. damnit. so i'm probably catching ultraviolet, which seems darn stupid cause the storyline seems matrix. which i don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway random&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/bimbo%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/bimbo%21%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took this on sunday. with my phone again! im wasting my mms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. we have a change of seats in class and like it's so weird now that i've got a prefect sitting next to me. so it's kinda weird if i sneak food into my mouth cause i know she's a prefect and i'll get her into trouble. bah. but she's cool la. she pretends not to see. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ruifen's chinese is *faints* super good. and her handwriting is nice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, it isn't as bad as i thought. just that poor jing wen is always alone cause she and gaya don't really communicate that much. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite surprise that my mum allows me to go for holy ghost cause previously she banned me from going and all. but yea i sort of prayed about it and then tada. suddenly she came up to me yesterday and asked if i want a ride down to church. and im like OOO. ok. looks like she forgot that she banned me. =) but lol. you know who to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways! everyone. i want to rant about wednesdays. how busy it gets that we only get this much rest (pinches fingers). and yes. but yesterday was different. cause mdm wahidah didn't come. and we had a period off bio cause of teresa!!! yes! so yea buy friday's strait times and turn over to the life section. and tada. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. 5.2 is the chosen class cause we're her loyal supporters.  - supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to do my homework? but i can't find any of them. lol. so i just did my english tuition hw. and watched TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. sushi buffet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm craving for sushi!!! are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114373623448936312?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114373623448936312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114373623448936312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114373623448936312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114373623448936312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-i-am-bill-and-exchangeassistant.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114352871131367853</id><published>2006-03-27T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:55:12.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my holiday is cancelled. cause of some reason. and i shall not elaborate cause im so frustrated. cause some one had to add salt to the wound. sheesh. i knew something like that would happen. my intuition works most of the time. i should always trust my intuition from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the drilling started again. noise, all that noise, noise in school noise at home. i hate KC really. all the sec twos. all the outrageous rules that even the prefects don't follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at least i can make it for church camp. hope i can go. =)  and school's crap. assembly was useless, all the prefects in my school? half of them don't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im an angry person, eek.&lt;br /&gt;ok tuition now.&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114352871131367853?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114352871131367853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114352871131367853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114352871131367853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114352871131367853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-holiday-is-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114338830483605138</id><published>2006-03-26T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T07:51:44.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop blogging pamela stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be the END OF MARCH ALREADY. and what have i done that's rather constructive? oh, let me see. nothing much, really.&lt;br /&gt;i better pull up my belt, socks, glasses, bag and whatever nots. to become a nerd. cause mid-year is like what? a month away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im going on a holiday!!!! to somewhere. =)) for TEN DAYS! WOW! it's just me and my parents. to say it nicely it's called bonding in someplace elsewhere.  and it's 90% confirmed cause my parent's paid the deposit already. i hope nothing crops up and affect my holiday cause i'll be so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time to study. it's going to be april already!! &lt;em&gt;and im saving up my money to pay it back to him/her.&lt;/em&gt; teehee.&lt;br /&gt;and buying birthday gifts of course. cause it's gonna be my last year in KC anyway. it better be my last year. KC is getting so out-of-hand. i rather leave KC now. then spend a minute longer in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i have to study. so tada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114338830483605138?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114338830483605138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114338830483605138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114338830483605138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114338830483605138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/stop-blogging-pamela-stop-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114336896146674219</id><published>2006-03-26T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:48:51.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/1600/adriano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7055/229/320/adriano.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YES! that's adriano if you were wondering. some of the CSS contestants came to our school's family day. =) namely adriano, yi yuan, yin wei, renfred, zhi yang, geraldine and of course teresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! yi yuan (if i got his name right) is very, nice! they're very down-to-earth sort of people. anyways that picture above is taken when adriano was in the car. took it with my phone, thought it was clear. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all ran like crazy fans. and haha, it was just plain hilarious. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's sermon was fruitful. i think i've been loving the worship songs more then i love God. something to ponder on huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my cell, half the guys are learning guitar! im learning too, in a way. borrowing my brother's guitar to learn, and taking the chords from the internet. and although i've no interest in any musical instruments. but learning wont hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and my mum, gosh. she can't stop comparing to my 'aunty' (she's a year younger, but relative wise she's my aunty.) cause she's in a triple science class, and my mum says that pl (which is her) studys like mad everyday and her school gives her tons of work to do. like wth? and i reckon pl has like cca points to help her deduct some points off her o levels anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr, and my mum is comparing me with all the other people whose taking their o's ie. my relatives la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. and my maths is going downhill. my chinese is going i don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but know what? nevermind. i'll go study. =))&lt;br /&gt;i'll go do as what graciee told me too.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll pray cause i know that God is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did an angry entry a week ago. and didn't post it up. i might one day. but i reckon not cause it'll probably offend a lot of people. and those were just angry words. maybe i felt neglected. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. cheers to the week ahead. no com for me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO TEACH ME GUITAR? i want someone with lots of patience cause im rather slow and busy and i always take my own sweet time to learn. and i can't travel. and you have to be a girl. or else my mum will !@#$%^&amp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im kidding. who wants to teach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe after my o's. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (LOL!! i shall say that im a very shallow minded person on the outside. go figure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( i do not flirt!! and i bet no one finds it interesting to see pamela flirt. like lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(yes i want to earn money, lots of it. but i don't mind education. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(yea, which pays me generously too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(HAHA is all i can say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;( this is sooo true. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(i think it's true too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get this on : http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it from phina's page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause all you are, is all i want, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;draw me close in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh God, i wanna be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114336896146674219?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114336896146674219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114336896146674219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114336896146674219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114336896146674219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes-thats-adriano-if-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114320502415472910</id><published>2006-03-24T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T05:05:19.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. guess what i found in my hi5 account's inbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from some random person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     My beloved is my variety of warbler in my heart and spiritual and mental forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and lol. i have no idea what that means. so will some one enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;anyways! family day's tomorrow. im in-charge of the candy floss machine. =) haha! i guess thats the perks of having a family day. i can try out the candy floss machine, for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a sense of achievement for this week, cause i did not use the computer from sunday till friday. exception of tuesday of course. and that's weird cause i feel weird staring at the computer but i know i can't use it cause of my own pact to myself. and lol. i did not remove the account cause i didn't want to. hmp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with graciee today. and yes, i skipped cca again. sigh. i see no point in going anyway. shall not digress further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met grace, and went up to questnet. which is a company she works for, indirectly, or directly. im not really sure. and then we went to starbucks to talk about stuffs. =)) it helped me a great deal. cause i can relate to her methods and all. and then we talked about the company's dealings and all. im quite interested, but obviously i can't commit. not now anyway. after my o's. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love fridays, cause i can meet up with my friends whom i don't see often. and they never fail to surprise me with something or other. ie. graciee's change in character. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting used to life in sec5. enjoying almost every minute of it for sure, and i know i'll miss it all. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but c'mon everyone has got to move on. so, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let it go&lt;/span&gt;. all the pain and sadness. let it go, and keep all the happiness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so random sometimes. i don't even get myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! teresa did our school proud by coming out top for the girls segment in campus superstar. and which means i will be going for that finals thing on the 2nd of april. im so proud of her!! aren't you? she's really sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and random people can shout GO KC to you (when i was in my uniform) and you'll know it's cause of teresa. =) she's singing on family day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR HER!! alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a pretty old song sung by don moen. and i guess it pretty much summarised all that i have to say. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord You seem so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A million miles or more it feels today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And though I haven't lost my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must confess right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That it's hard for me to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But as You give the grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With all that's in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will sing I will praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even in my darkest hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Through the sorrow and the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will sing I will praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lift my hands to honor You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because Your Word is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord it's hard for me to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the thoughts and plans You have for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I will put my trust in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knowing that You died to set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But as You give grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With all that's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will sing- don moen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114320502415472910?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114320502415472910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114320502415472910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114320502415472910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114320502415472910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114276245229078067</id><published>2006-03-19T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:00:52.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after o's im gonna join a ministry. well, bro sam enlightened me to some extend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't decided on a certain ministry yet. but have  my eye on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;term two starts tomorrow. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a pair of new slippers today? and i've got SO many pictures to blog about. eg, the ice cream thing with irene and jenn.  but lol, no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna remove the account soon. will be back online now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, God bless. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114276245229078067?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114276245229078067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114276245229078067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114276245229078067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114276245229078067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-os-im-gonna-join-ministry.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114267113056596053</id><published>2006-03-18T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:38:50.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how come you ''feel'' and i don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114267113056596053?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114267113056596053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114267113056596053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114267113056596053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114267113056596053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-come-you-feel-and-i-dont-go-figure.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114262196421079763</id><published>2006-03-17T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:59:24.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh sigh sigh. i think, i need to withdraw from computer usage already. i keep saying that but take no actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! i shall do something sacrificial. i will remove my account from this computer, hence, i won't use that often cause it's gonna be a hassle to hack into the whole thing to get my account back and ya-dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i think i better cut down on my television. sigh, whats the point in all this if i don't practise self-discipline right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i realise i've been slacking this year, slacking so bad that i rely on my tutors so much that i don't do anything. literally. so yea, thats partly why i don't want tutors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i'm gonna do self-reflection/ quiet time everyday so i'll keep myself in focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover, i can't wait for friday, graciee is gonna help me plan out my stuffs and nonsense. and i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, will be removing the account tomorrow when my dad leaves singapore.  hmm, and yea. so i'll be taking a temporary hiatus from blogging. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, keep my tag-board alive. lol. and this blog won't be dead. cause you know i'll still find ways to update it. lol. i'm like computer/blog addict already. can't stand that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, studying studying here i come. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh chinese, here i come too. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i take blogging off my list of addictions, i hope to take off day-dreaming too. and other things. i've kinda decided what i will do if whatever shit happens. and yea, i will get my priorities right this time =) i know i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in GOD we trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114262196421079763?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114262196421079763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114262196421079763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114262196421079763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114262196421079763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh-sigh-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114261796531256037</id><published>2006-03-17T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:52:45.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pacer wrote this. love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Humble Worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Verse 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Let me be the one to worship, to worship at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to love you, it’s you that I seek&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to understand how to please you first, please you first&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Verse 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Let him be the one to mould you, to mould you in his way&lt;br /&gt;Let him be the one to hold you, to hold you day by day&lt;br /&gt;Let him be the one to pour out, his spirit on you&lt;br /&gt;His spirit on you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I want to be a humble worshipper for you&lt;br /&gt;Just let me humbly come and worship you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a humble worshipper for you&lt;br /&gt;A humble worship for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Back To Verse 1 and 2 then chorus&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Verse 3&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pour out your spirit&lt;br /&gt;Father, we are ready&lt;br /&gt;Come now in all your glory&lt;br /&gt;As we bow down to you our king&lt;br /&gt;May this song that we now sing&lt;br /&gt;Please you and you alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ENTRY's BELOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114261796531256037?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114261796531256037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114261796531256037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114261796531256037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114261796531256037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/pacer-wrote-this_17.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114261788404687562</id><published>2006-03-17T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:51:24.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't seem to access my blog. don't know if it's a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was pretty fun! after chinese in school, xianny and tab came over to changed and we made our way to pretti's house. and omg, she served us lots and LOTS of food. =) ya-dah. watched basketball matches, caused of step's influence. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, and more food. and we played badminton! which i sucked at of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had the caramel pudding thing, and then ailin suddenly came out with a tub of ice cream which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, inside joke. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, when we and tab realised we were late, so mat offered to take cab with us to joo chiat to take bus or something, but after getting caught in the jam for so long, we decided to stop at eunos mrt to take a train. and we spent five bucks driving a circle, with jams in between. what a waste of money. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we got to church, and i just didn't feel there, you know during worship. but when praise started, everything was alright. i went into church with a heavy heart, and sang through worship with that heavy heart. i thought everything was gonna come out. but hell no, everything just remained inside, like i was cold or some thing. but when praise started. everything felt warm and happy and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good. and i left church a happy person. who cares about the worries in the world now, when salvation lives in me. lol. anyway my cell is mad la. gareth was screaming all through praise. lol. and supper wasn't supper cause we just talked and didn't ate much. haha. cause apparently the acid created 20 holes in their insides. nvm! inside joke. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall today was cool, except when i did some self-reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i don't know if accountancy is something i want to get into. cause it's something that my mum says is good for me. not something that i want to do, which in this case is chemical engineering. but obviously i can't just think of what i like, but what i can do in future. well chem engineering is a guy dominated job. and accountancy is like related to money which my mum says that s'pore will need, obviously. but sigh~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just study 1st ah, don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one minute i think i've got it all planned out, another minute i think i don't have a clue at all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, sometimes i think i'm too pratical to a fault. like certain things cause i don't wanna give myself a chance cause i think that will affect me this way that way, and that in the future what will happen. all this stuff. i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanna be a humble worshipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thats all.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114261788404687562?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114261788404687562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114261788404687562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114261788404687562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114261788404687562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cant-seem-to-access-my-blog_17.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114250019463942662</id><published>2006-03-16T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:09:54.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, i can't help but add this in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went past SMU. and saw the school of accountancy!! hahahaha!! that made my day. goals. are just goals. am i gonna work towards them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to bugis to get two tops. and i swear i hate bugis. it's so cheena-ah-liah. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114250019463942662?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22553581.post-114249962460603396</id><published>2006-03-16T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:00:24.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, was so irritating. well somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i started my day by trying to get back to sleep cause my stupid neighbour's construction workers was demolishing their kitchen.  hence, there was lots of drilling and hammering and bricks falling. -noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i washed up, and had breakfast with my maid, and we were talking, no shouting cause we can't hear each other. after breakfast, the drills and what not stopped. and i watched desperate housewives! with random hammerings in between. sigh. it just sounds like *bam,bam eeee, bamS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. so yea, i rushed out for dental cause i thought i was late. i thought dental was at 11.30 and i left my house at what time? oh yes, 11.15. i called up miss teo. and told her i'll be late. then she said my appointment wasn't today!!! omg. i nearly fainted. so i told her to push to two oclock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i went to get pris's books. and i took forever to find that complex. i walked from bugis, to waterloo street, to jalan besar, to the library. and it was like here and there and there to here. back. in one big circle. so pissed cause someone didn't pick up the phone to help me out so i called up my sis! she's the other one with the greatest sense of directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked around popular, and they revamp the whole thing and it looks super now. the staff inside were very helpful too! but sadly they didn't have the marianne chong book. went to look some where else and i bought the book for a certain price. and haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i went to this other store and the guy shouted at me can?? wth! he was like it's a new book! what do you expect?! and im like. OH-KAY. i left. and went to the other shop with air-con and the guy was so nice! he was like i help you find and all? see, service! i gladly paid them after that. hahahaha i didn't even bargain. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and p.s i can't say which shop i bought it from. although it's pretty obvious cause someone doesn't allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dental. and dr koh fixed my wisdom tooth. it hurted so badly can? and her assistant -june (who looked like my ex-tutor called june too! but she isn't her la) kept making me laugh!  so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dental, i went downstairs to coffee bean to see irene. haha. she gave me some free drink! hahahahaaha. she's so nice. i can't wait for saturday's steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, when i came home, the drilling was still on. grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114249962460603396?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114249962460603396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114249962460603396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114249962460603396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114249962460603396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-so-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114235587368339143</id><published>2006-03-14T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:04:33.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i can have equal enthusiasm in chinese as i am to blogging. teehee. chinese does not excite me at all! and they're just blocks of words that i don't understand. for chinese, i need lots of luck. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna blog about my dream. i told tab and she can't stop laughing. i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of some imperial guard who was in the qin dynasty. and that dude passed to me some ancient chinese book. you know those made out of bamboo or something? and yea obviously i can't make out the words. and i can't carry out qin shi wang's order, and i think my head was chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm that was a really weird dream. cause i swear i was in ancient china. they were speaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;. wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to brush up on my languages. my mum laughed at me just now cause i said ''&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chuan&lt;/span&gt;'' retainers. and she was like it's ''&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dai shang&lt;/span&gt;'' retainers. both my mum and dad, made me! the butt of their joke cause i can't speak chinese for nuts. damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have to love chinese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have to love chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, my mum says that SNOW is gonna be the last church activity for this year. except for sundays thats all. hmp. i begged her to let me attend snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh 'jewel in the palace' seems nice. but it's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt;. yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114235587368339143?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114235587368339143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114235587368339143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114235587368339143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114235587368339143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wish-i-can-have-equal-enthusiasm-in.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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-22553581.post-114232553265063067</id><published>2006-03-14T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:01:17.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new template! i took it from somewhere and edit until everything fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purr-fect-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22553581-114232553265063067?l=pamela-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/feeds/114232553265063067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22553581&amp;postID=114232553265063067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114232553265063067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22553581/posts/default/114232553265063067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamela-.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-template-i-took-it-from-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>pam..</name><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>
