<?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-18791033</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:15:33.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart EEuuWW</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-1714443381567129634</id><published>2010-05-24T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:38:55.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/S_tTxl0EyUI/AAAAAAAABVE/R2woNd6mLwI/s1600/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475061883428194626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/S_tTxl0EyUI/AAAAAAAABVE/R2woNd6mLwI/s400/DSC00549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/S_tTxA5PzqI/AAAAAAAABU8/zkAdJE_EQsY/s1600/deelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475061873517776546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/S_tTxA5PzqI/AAAAAAAABU8/zkAdJE_EQsY/s400/deelt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i don't know if you're still reading my blog, but i think not yeah honey?&lt;br /&gt;you would be studying for your econs now yesh? I am taking a short break here, and trying to satify my only faithful reader who didn't give up on my dead blog (like what the whole Singapore population conveniently did) I am going back to my books after this, just wanted to say I love you, and I want us to work out. Sorry for all those times when I was grouchy and stuff, you stood next to me, held my hand, and gave me a warm hug and I felt better, and the best was your kiss, which made eveything feel so right again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's study hard, harder than ever, and I'll be there for you, every step of the way. Like you have always been for me &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-1714443381567129634?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1714443381567129634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=1714443381567129634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1714443381567129634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1714443381567129634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-if-youre-still-reading-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/S_tTxl0EyUI/AAAAAAAABVE/R2woNd6mLwI/s72-c/DSC00549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-4953825670741061148</id><published>2010-03-01T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:30:13.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/S4vrgrY77cI/AAAAAAAABU0/YQ-OQtmLCcY/s1600-h/DELETE+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443703521243033026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/S4vrgrY77cI/AAAAAAAABU0/YQ-OQtmLCcY/s400/DELETE+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey dearie :D i specially wrote this post for you while I'm "doing my lit essay" anyway, i think a nice lil public note would brighten your day yeah! Hmm, if you are bored, you can take a sneak peak at my life before, it's not much though, because I don't really have a habit of blogging you know. But since, it's gonna be your sick-and-rest-at-home day tomorrow, I'll just do something a lil out of the ordinary for you okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is not finding someone to live with, it’s about finding someone you cannot live without.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, chimology eh. But I really agree it’s true. One day not texting you or calling you and hearing your voice, feels like a huge part of me is missing and I feel kinda uncomplete. And when you call me, suddenly I’ll start smiling like some sick lunatic who just won 4D that kinda thing, oh man, your hugging-the-rice-story made me ROFL man. You abused that poor bag of rice, you dragged it on the floor, you don’t know still do what! But at least you let it rest on the bed, that’s the least you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you’ll get enough rest and sleep as much as you can. If I can, I’ll drop by and hug you really tight till your fever goes away alright? Don’t worry about anything okay, just get AS MUCH REST AS YOU CAN GET, I’ll ask mummy teo if you slept or not ah! Girlfriend’s order!!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you’ll miss out much!&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, do you need me to get your stuff from your classmates or something and then send it over, just tell me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, sweet dreams. Help me Hug yourself tight I can’t do it now. P:S: i feel like eating F-i mean, Javis now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-4953825670741061148?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4953825670741061148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=4953825670741061148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/4953825670741061148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/4953825670741061148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-dearie-d-i-specially-wrote-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/S4vrgrY77cI/AAAAAAAABU0/YQ-OQtmLCcY/s72-c/DELETE+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-1464872375737464987</id><published>2009-03-10T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:08:27.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging so much now, so much has been happening and so little time to do them all. hmm, I'm kinda resting at home cuz of i bad cough, flu, and headache now ( I'm justifying my absence in school okay)&lt;br /&gt;Heng man, Kenneth the Odacer texted me and said that today have some skirt check, luckily I'm resting at home and getting my mountains of homework done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, but I really LOVE, ADORE, IRREVOCABLY IN LOVE with schoool. Typical mornings, JingKuang, Xuan you and MeiXuan will wait for me to go school together. I feel so bad leh, no matter how many times I meditate or go for soul-cleansing, I still NEVER manage to be early. Maybe I should have 15 alram clocks next to my ear or someth. Then Xuan you will start his morning Suans at me and they usually include" you damn short leh, why you so Gong, how come you eat like pig? aiyah, lazy to type, the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my CLass man 1T07, we had Elections, and RuiZhi went like " yay! ERECTION time" Bloody guy, he's in my ODAC Group too, that means I will be trekking alongside him up to Mount Ophir, bless my little heart. Thanks Nicholas Tay the dwarf tried making me feel better, about everything ytd :D " he went like you're taller than average girls" * winks, then " you ain't fat at all, so it'll make you twice happier" * double winks man Nic.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Kwek called himslef KARRACK KOBAMA, and guess what, i'm Amy Clinton and Yiwen is MAO yiwen. THat guy is a nut case, he laughs to himself and starts cursing Pens and rolls his eyes at them. Many loves to Stacy too, although she ponned school to skip chinese oral, and starts jamming at weird places. i don't think she actually JAms, she may be a door holder or vomit-cleaner someth of that sort. Dayna! Tiara! May! huisian! Lin! Yiwen! KaiZhen! aiyah, next time I'll just put up the whole class list lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xp coming soon, and I better better get well, I LOVE LOVE ODAC like hell man, batch 12 rocks like madness :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm happier than I ever can be, cuz I have real nice friends who make the world go round and round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-1464872375737464987?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1464872375737464987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=1464872375737464987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1464872375737464987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1464872375737464987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-been-blogging-so-much-now-so.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-5778933935163783001</id><published>2009-02-07T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:40:27.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYj3mIDI/AAAAAAAABTU/ruo828tQXj8/s1600-h/amy+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300245701662744626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYj3mIDI/AAAAAAAABTU/ruo828tQXj8/s400/amy+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grace is looking away from the camera! Hmm, next to me is Jen and Fiona and then there's Desiree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left, Tivona, Jessie, Amy, Jen and Grace. The high high Circle of Five!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYv7YOGI/AAAAAAAABS8/kl0l0qW4jV8/s1600-h/amy+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300245704899836002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYv7YOGI/AAAAAAAABS8/kl0l0qW4jV8/s400/amy+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYhBrddI/AAAAAAAABTM/h6x4TwueOj0/s1600-h/amy+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300245700899730898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYhBrddI/AAAAAAAABTM/h6x4TwueOj0/s400/amy+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Chen is our King! The eight pack Dionysus King man! Group Hugg (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5Au2QWKCI/AAAAAAAABSs/Tc2Th7NShvs/s1600-h/amy+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300244985043888162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5Au2QWKCI/AAAAAAAABSs/Tc2Th7NShvs/s400/amy+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYZdkVCI/AAAAAAAABS0/EDwAz7mOzGM/s1600-h/amy+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300245698869220386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYZdkVCI/AAAAAAAABS0/EDwAz7mOzGM/s400/amy+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5AuZwMaBI/AAAAAAAABSc/9ZoKG0_S6WU/s1600-h/amy+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300244977392838674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5AuZwMaBI/AAAAAAAABSc/9ZoKG0_S6WU/s400/amy+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5AuTFYmiI/AAAAAAAABSM/xAupFXHtvzs/s1600-h/8+pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300244975602670114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5AuTFYmiI/AAAAAAAABSM/xAupFXHtvzs/s400/8+pack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5Auar_XeI/AAAAAAAABSU/cXrLcHeLPgc/s1600-h/amy+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300244977643642338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5Auar_XeI/AAAAAAAABSU/cXrLcHeLPgc/s400/amy+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love My orientation camp so much!! Really, like super hell loads. Crazily in love them. I'm still recovering from my HIGHness from Fortizo Overdrive man. Goooo Dionysus! Its purple, like my name! Hmm, i just can't type properly, in a coherant manner, because I still feel so unsettled, I wanna shout: I LOVE MY ORIENTATION GROUP SO MUCH, IG 09 forever man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the highest people ever created in history, We're so ON man, We won EVERY game. EVERY competion and EVERY RACE (:(: how cool is that. We were shouting our command, no. SCREAMING AND YELLING UNTIL MOST OF US lost our voices, and guess what! We won the Dragon boat race, i was totally screaming " one uppp! two UP! three UPPPP!!!"(like some rythmn thing, so that everyone of us will be in sync, and we can SLICE through the water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll get the Pictures from Shalini-my cutie Facil and show you our DRAGON BOATING AND DIRTY GAMES. they're really SICK AND SUPER UNGLAM. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys were stronger than the girls, but we girls sure showed what we were worth, the feeling of winning is good, but the teamwork and how the laughter on everyones faces are better than anything else in the world. trust me on this, I really felt sososo happy and belonged in Catholic Junior College IG 09. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5AuojCbxI/AAAAAAAABSk/89JdTkaamdY/s1600-h/amy+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300244981364190994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5AuojCbxI/AAAAAAAABSk/89JdTkaamdY/s400/amy+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rolled in the mud together, showered tgt, ate flour and drowned ourselves in flourpail, shampoo our hairs on the field, had our whole bodies coverd in paint, almost kissed our partners in the Spaghhetti game. Played in the Sea and protected our teammates from the other team's attacks. We pushed, we played, we made the tallest tower together with our feet. We danced with our guy members and stepped on their toes during the Mass Dance part. We cheered, and screamed our Dionysus Ooh-ah-ah-ah. Ooh-ah-ah-ah, gosh, I will definitely always miss and always love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYpuzhSI/AAAAAAAABTE/gjpwEpRB4uQ/s1600-h/amy+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300245703236486434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYpuzhSI/AAAAAAAABTE/gjpwEpRB4uQ/s400/amy+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Special loves to: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tivona, Jessie, Jen, Grace, Jade, Audry, Anna, Celestia, Desiree, Teran&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Joseph, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Danial, Sameul, Kang Tai, Bryan, kenneth, Adhitya, Sherman, Bohao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jon Chen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shalini&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We just simply rule man! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh-Nine is a wonderful group, BAMBABAM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filled with muscles and brains,&lt;br /&gt;BAMBAMBAM,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to be in Oh-Nine group,&lt;br /&gt;Oh-Nine is a Wonderful group. BAMBAM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18791033-5778933935163783001?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5778933935163783001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=5778933935163783001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/5778933935163783001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/5778933935163783001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/grace-is-looking-away-from-camera-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SY5BYj3mIDI/AAAAAAAABTU/ruo828tQXj8/s72-c/amy+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-4340319431619963426</id><published>2009-01-27T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:44:24.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDa4P2zFI/AAAAAAAABRs/bWFF7PQt7fU/s1600-h/amyy+3+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296518397074787410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDa4P2zFI/AAAAAAAABRs/bWFF7PQt7fU/s400/amyy+3+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDbN2_ePI/AAAAAAAABR0/4FWP19mP8zA/s1600-h/amyy+3+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296518402876078322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDbN2_ePI/AAAAAAAABR0/4FWP19mP8zA/s400/amyy+3+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDboUwo1I/AAAAAAAABR8/Tak8ptgIEOc/s1600-h/amyy+3+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296518409980257106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDboUwo1I/AAAAAAAABR8/Tak8ptgIEOc/s400/amyy+3+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEAtAhNZiI/AAAAAAAABRM/ggmxV8Ab3fw/s1600-h/amyy+3+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEAtNyeqZI/AAAAAAAABRE/grSbm_ZsSwc/s1600-h/amyy+3+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296515413559912850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEAtNyeqZI/AAAAAAAABRE/grSbm_ZsSwc/s400/amyy+3+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEAs9FoRQI/AAAAAAAABQ8/E3GfwXtJarM/s1600-h/amyy+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296515409076831490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEAs9FoRQI/AAAAAAAABQ8/E3GfwXtJarM/s400/amyy+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEAsyXZX_I/AAAAAAAABQ0/-L6XkKnyzCQ/s1600-h/amyy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296515406198562802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEAsyXZX_I/AAAAAAAABQ0/-L6XkKnyzCQ/s400/amyy+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEAtP6hI3I/AAAAAAAABRU/4CqH_reSiPU/s1600-h/amyy+3+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296515414130500466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEAtP6hI3I/AAAAAAAABRU/4CqH_reSiPU/s400/amyy+3+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heyhey, youyou. I seriously think my bloggie here feels super neglected. But I've been Busier than Obama man*sniggers. Anywees, dad told me Obama has a Muslim middle name which he doesn't disclose, its HUSSEIN, the same one as that goatee guy who smells bad and I've a strong feeling that he's DEAD now. Well, thats totally besides the point/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really think i need like 30 hours or more in one day, or like 10 days a week, maybe I'll go ask for some time extension from Santa or something. I'm really hooked to facebook nowadays, like immediately once I wake up and right now, before to Bed. I went over to Marina Barrage (photos at Facebook, go have a lookee) my family, we took the car out for a spin and it was totally fun. Mum and Aunt were TOTALLY into the whole Armpit conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Guys, there's this guy who has weird mental problem and he's around Woodlands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? Like he digs his nose and smears them on others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: No, he SMELLS armpits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis: He actually goes under people's arms and take a whiff of that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What about those who have bushes sprouting on from their underarms? like those who PERMANENTLY suffer from excessive hair growth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt: That's his FAVOUTITE, and he aims at School going girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Whoa, thats..erm..how he celebrates CNY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: The sickest thing is he actually SUCKS their armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh mum, I rather you go all particular about the Chinese Greetings like what " Year year got fish" "step step grow tall" "think whatever got whatever" or something, you know, rather than hairy underarms DURING chinese New year!! I'm kinda bad at that, but hey, if saying this makes my zhangbeisss happier, I made it a point to memorise a list when I was in the car, for some Variety. &gt;,&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate alotalotalot of XueGe or Shicup, thats like Frog Saliva. That doesn't gross you out? Toad Saliva then (: (: hahaaha, its totally nicer than Bird Nest, I'm serious, but it'll make you fat.Oh well, Who cares about getting fat. I love Food and I LIVE TO EAT!And I love my Crazy Camera Cuzzies, and they like TOTALLY entertain my not-so-funny-jokes. Well, it's super lame until I don't wanna remember and write it down here. Hmm, I reallyreallyreally wanna go to The ice Princesses Disney Skating Thing and Boyfriend sorta agreed. But no actions yet lehh, HOWEVER I didn't go bug him, HENCE i'm still Ticketless, THEREFORE I may lose my chance of sitting in the refrigerator thing and watch people spin around without getting dizzy. HENCE, erm, I shall go through the backdoor or stuff myself in the Icecream cart and get pushed in. Ahh, enough of the conjunctions, Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year, lots of visiting and taking photos and ohmygod, Me and Cass misses the Solar Eclipse. She was poking her head out of her window and frowning at the stupid sun "i don't see anything" (and she WAS GLARING at the SUN without blinking) Anywees, Cass is the LAO AUNTY, I'm a young and mature and capable aunty of Maverick, Ryan and Cutiepie Sheryl (ningning) She loves tearing heads off people and she screams at non-human- frequencies. DADDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!! that was for the Visual effect, i'm sorry but Audio is unavailable currently. I told Cass some of my dirty lil' secrets :X and she'a a good cousin. she'll keep it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYD6Ig2mxoI/AAAAAAAABQs/lDcRGOsqZnM/s1600-h/amyy+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296508185952568962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYD6Ig2mxoI/AAAAAAAABQs/lDcRGOsqZnM/s400/amyy+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDahwWAvI/AAAAAAAABRk/fmGdecwcA2Y/s1600-h/amyy+3+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296518391037035250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDahwWAvI/AAAAAAAABRk/fmGdecwcA2Y/s400/amyy+3+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYD6IOAlnTI/AAAAAAAABQc/lWtwBHphLAM/s1600-h/amyy+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296508180894162226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYD6IOAlnTI/AAAAAAAABQc/lWtwBHphLAM/s400/amyy+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDZ7XQF2I/AAAAAAAABRc/H0UU-ZHshX8/s1600-h/amyy+3+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296518380731242338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDZ7XQF2I/AAAAAAAABRc/H0UU-ZHshX8/s400/amyy+3+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYD6IRbberI/AAAAAAAABQk/JXg9BpVvPpc/s1600-h/amyy+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296508181812050610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYD6IRbberI/AAAAAAAABQk/JXg9BpVvPpc/s400/amyy+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYD6HqPB7zI/AAAAAAAABQU/fVTYx40pWrQ/s1600-h/amyy+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296508171291062066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYD6HqPB7zI/AAAAAAAABQU/fVTYx40pWrQ/s400/amyy+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhahaha, Happy Chinese New Year everyone (you are supposed to reply me back) Sorry for the short post, Good Luck for the NIU year people. and mostmostmost important, is stay happy! I'm gonna eat chocolate brownie now, so tata :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I can't wait to make new friends and start a whole new life in Junior College * excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18791033-4340319431619963426?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4340319431619963426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=4340319431619963426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/4340319431619963426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/4340319431619963426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/heyhey-youyou.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SYEDa4P2zFI/AAAAAAAABRs/bWFF7PQt7fU/s72-c/amyy+3+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-2268349087575712126</id><published>2009-01-16T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:28:22.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFTQzWuHBI/AAAAAAAABMk/mxsoD523EQk/s1600-h/open+houses+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292102585265560594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFTQzWuHBI/AAAAAAAABMk/mxsoD523EQk/s400/open+houses+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I have been out like practically EVERY single day since O results release. Never mind, I forgive myself. Hmm, all of my Buddys choices are roughly the same. I hope i can go to Anderson Junior College, which is like the top 6 in Singapore, after Victoria, I think. And if it's fated I go to Saint Andrews, I'll DEFINITELY go Canooeing or Netball. Anywees, this are likesnapshots of random moments with my life with my lovelies. Ugggh, I don't really count you as a LOVELY, kennethleowjunwen, when you laugh I'm always the one who gets covered by your spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFTRBOsE8I/AAAAAAAABMs/TeqarZpAjqw/s1600-h/open+houses+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292102588989969346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFTRBOsE8I/AAAAAAAABMs/TeqarZpAjqw/s400/open+houses+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyhey, I'm thinking of wearing something like this to school. Maybe white or something, Let me try and then tell you the survival rate/: I suddenly thought of Trigonometry. God, It feels like ages since I last seen a COSINE X or like some SINE TETHA Floating around. Man, all I can remember is&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are sine X and I am cos X,Together we are 1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sinx+cosx=1)&lt;/strong&gt; I really am considering tearing out my eyeballs if I ever see maths again. Which is like Most likely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFTQsOp-tI/AAAAAAAABMU/uTZb35l6NqY/s1600-h/open+houses+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292102583352687314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFTQsOp-tI/AAAAAAAABMU/uTZb35l6NqY/s400/open+houses+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              SameScoreBrudder Ng. He's like my friend for 8 years already. Seen him with his blue $100 SPI good-for-backbone-bag and getting whacked by Lora, eggyolked by Cherissa, molested by Ningyi. I must say, he had survived all odds and is still breathing today. Same secondary School, he kept complaining that his Orientation Group was Boring (1E1) and he was like suicidal, then changed class, came with me and then NOW, I'm most likely gonna see him for another 2 years of my tender life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly remember chatting with Zhenzi online, like yesterday, he's gonna be a DARK HOUSE okay, oops, I mean DARK HORSE wherever he goes man. Don't praypray ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"2009 hasn't been a good year for me"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why not? You didn't make any resolutions?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"no, I lost my wallet with my money and stuff"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"then i lost my Jersey. i was walking home and it disappeared" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't really remember the exact words, but you get the picture. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhh, JingKuang was checking out with Catholic J Basketball coach. You see his legs firmly apart, and man, I should have taken his front view. you watch him, he can NEVER close him Mouth firmly for more than minute, he just leaves it open and hanging. Can't blame him, I think he was a goldfish before. We can just sit together and listen to Kenneth's lame jokes about "The Day The Earth Stood Still" and suddenly he'll just bolt up "I need to call my mummy." How EXOTIC. Mind you, that's really his favourite word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFTQh8XJYI/AAAAAAAABMc/BVXlBlUfP64/s1600-h/open+houses+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292102580591601026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFTQh8XJYI/AAAAAAAABMc/BVXlBlUfP64/s400/open+houses+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANJOANJOAN! Loves!Loves!Loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's trying the Timpani in Anderson. I hope we can stay together too. We sat in AJ Band, and they're thinking of whether to go to the Auditions to enter AJ, since she and Kenneth short of 1 point. I swear, I really forgotten to play my Sax already, Joan too. She was like massaging the Timpani and whacking it in all directions, doing everything else, EXCEPT producing MELODIOUS music. Actually, I ain't any better on my Sax either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFSgz3E9AI/AAAAAAAABL0/xXJQ3cYyGs0/s1600-h/open+houses+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292101760767554562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFSgz3E9AI/AAAAAAAABL0/xXJQ3cYyGs0/s400/open+houses+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenneth is the WORST man. He was an Ex Horn player From BP MARCHING BAND. and said he could only play WHEN he marches or starts twilrling around or like, you know do some formations or dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine the whole AJ band sitting down in concert with the conductor in front, and this stupid guy stands up and marches Left, Right, Left, Right and spinning ballet-style on stage. He wanted to demonstrate to all of us, but we were quick to decline POLITELY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he was asked to play some cymbals or something, I forgot what. He said to the sweet Eri, who was half Jap: I'm allergic to metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, Joan was crouching with laughter behind her Timpani and I was farting away on my saxophone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But But But, the people are really very nice, like when I didn't know a shit about Tonalities or Some Fifths Flattening Chord, the SL will start playing louder or point frantically to a melody I am supposed to produce. Denise is very sweet, the peeps there are all very Smiley-face and veryvery warm; like when I look at a Ahlian-lookalike, I thought I shouldn't stare, She ACTUALLY waved and smiled at me during Full Band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a new Friend too, she's Joan's NCO friend, and her name is ALICE. So TWILIGHT! Must make friends with this girl with a good name! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joan and Kenneth left, I was like panicking. I didn't know what to do. Then Lawson kept nudging me to call them and find out where they are. Texted them BOTH and no one replied. SO i hid behind the Stand and Called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: "JOAN! where are you guys?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joan:"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzhhhhhhhhhhh. Grrhhhhhhhhh"&lt;/span&gt; ( Bad connection, I think. Or it was Kenneth in the toilet , I couldn't tell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: "Joan, where'd you guys go?! I'm having fullBand now!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the Euphonium was blasting way beyond normal volume behind me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Oh man, did you guys leave already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(now, the Tuba decided to PLAY really loudly and join in the "music")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ME: Joan! Whheeerrreee are youuuu! you can't leave me here alone! Thats Crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Now, ALL the Trumpets started tuning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: JOAN LEE YUYI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Someone laughs really loud, I turned and that stupid Kenneth was hiding behind the Gong and Joan said " We have always been here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFSgmA-dYI/AAAAAAAABLs/DNMk7IpdT7A/s1600-h/open+houses+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292101757050975618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFSgmA-dYI/AAAAAAAABLs/DNMk7IpdT7A/s400/open+houses+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFShBDTlJI/AAAAAAAABMM/gpdJPmNs2O8/s1600-h/open+houses+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loraaaa and Amyyy. We are at ACJC Swimming pool, and she was BOY BODY WATCHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, actually I don't really indulge in this not-so-healthy-activity, but seriously, ALL of the swimmers had like, Chiselled Marble strong bodies, with all those six pecs and stuff. Oh well, I have Boyfriend already, he won't be too happy if i look Interestedly at others &lt;strong&gt;other&lt;/strong&gt; than him yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, that's a common silent respect between us, though we're going different Schools, we trust each other very much okayy:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lora's Bf is very sweet, he always buys Goodies0Goodies for her, takes her out and call her Every night! Hahahaha, hone's like that too, If he wants to be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She brought my shades home D: &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFSg0f9zjI/AAAAAAAABL8/2zzDMev2UT0/s1600-h/open+houses+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292101760939052594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFSg0f9zjI/AAAAAAAABL8/2zzDMev2UT0/s400/open+houses+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFSg0f9zjI/AAAAAAAABL8/2zzDMev2UT0/s1600-h/open+houses+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFSg0f9zjI/AAAAAAAABL8/2zzDMev2UT0/s1600-h/open+houses+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SaintAndrews Bridge. Their Grounds is really huge, and all the Girls are friggin' tall and slim. The guys ARE like 99% tanned, tall, superr sporty. THey all have this " I live under the sun" kinda vibe. WANNN XINNNNNNNNNNN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE became closer too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met with basketball gang and Mich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, most of our choices were around the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine is like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Anderson Junior College- Arts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Saint Andrew's-Arts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Saint Andrew's-Science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Catholic Junior College- Arts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Catholic Junior College- Science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna do ARTS! :D ARTS ROCK YO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, if I can Do humans all day long, I really don't mind being a mugger and study Damn hard for the two years! University of Humans, Arts and Social Sciences, Heree i commmmeeeeeeee!!&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/18791033-2268349087575712126?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2268349087575712126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=2268349087575712126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/2268349087575712126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/2268349087575712126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-man-i-have-been-out-like-practically.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SXFTQzWuHBI/AAAAAAAABMk/mxsoD523EQk/s72-c/open+houses+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-6840945255419064453</id><published>2009-01-14T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:39:52.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I have like been spending my entire weeek out school-hunting and boy! i rather do my &lt;strong&gt;Os again&lt;/strong&gt; then to keep deciding which JC to go, which course to take, what subjects are relevant to my future career, and how would I maximise my opportunities.. Oh man, i can't believe I just said that, i think I'll take it back, stop giving me THOSE stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And everytime I go, no matter with who, always bump into basketball gang leh. Of Cos what amethystngwanping, it's open house what. Like duh-uh. Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;huilak( i saw his canoe sis!cool,cool,cool in ACJC) Shaun,Damen, Michelle, Chester, Gerard, JingKuang, JiaHao, KiatHwee ( I hope I din't misss out on anyone, they're NIceeee people yo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have narrowed my two choices down, i don't think i wanna go Catholic anymore, the environment is sosososo damn bloody dead. When school's out, the only sound is the school bell, you can't even like hear people &lt;strong&gt;shouting in the CANTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;Joan, michelle, wanxin, jeremy and I had to like whisper&lt;/strong&gt; so we wont like break the silience. The basketball guys went to check out the basketball team, I think &lt;strong&gt;Chester&lt;/strong&gt; is going there, &lt;strong&gt;I really hope he can make it man&lt;/strong&gt;, or not he'll wanna go poly already. &lt;strong&gt;Kiathwee&lt;/strong&gt; too! &lt;strong&gt;Alex too, I don't know, if he wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But the school turns me &lt;strong&gt;OFF and OUT&lt;/strong&gt;, I mean, it just makes me feel like sleeping while standing, and I am not really a person who sleeps easily. &lt;strong&gt;Mic and joan&lt;/strong&gt; too, they were either staring at their fingernails watching them grow or counting ants or something, because there isn't really much&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see. or feel. or experience. And they say it's BECAUSE it's A CCA day, whoa, I wonder how is like when they actually STUDY :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( no offence man, those going CJ, it's My feeling and I may be wrong)&lt;/em&gt; But, sorry it doesn't give me that "please come CJ and join our family" feel at all. The only thing i like about CJC is the subj combination ( I wanna major in Humanities) and the wind? One thing I'm happy about that place, is THE WIND, i guess? &lt;em&gt;It never stops blowing.&lt;/em&gt; (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SAJC!! Chester asked me to go there, &lt;strong&gt;although its freaking far from my house&lt;/strong&gt;! But never mind lah, since I got like alot of friends going there with me!Me!ME! &lt;strong&gt;JK&lt;/strong&gt; say me and &lt;strong&gt;kenneth&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;try to go together&lt;/strong&gt;, and I got like &lt;strong&gt;Joan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Wanxin&lt;/strong&gt; :D &lt;strong&gt;JiaHao and Shaun wanna join me in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Canoe-ing man&lt;/strong&gt;! Jia Hao also stays at YewTee, how can i forget &lt;strong&gt;QinXin&lt;/strong&gt;- my Dear Bile from my digestive system family.Either I'm going to Anderson or SAJC, join me please peeps! &lt;em&gt;Saint Andrews is a &lt;strong&gt;HIGH HIGH HIGH&lt;/strong&gt; school :D:D Anderson is a mugger school&lt;/em&gt;, hmm, actually I'm gonna make myself LOVE mugging, how does that sound? I bet I like the New And Improved Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This choosing JC thing is making me ponder &lt;em&gt;ALOT about my future&lt;/em&gt;, I don’t want to waste my time doing something that I &lt;strong&gt;can’t&lt;/strong&gt; further in University. I promise myself that I will graduate with a &lt;em&gt;sought after Degree&lt;/em&gt;, and continue to do &lt;em&gt;my Masters&lt;/em&gt;. That’s a vow to myself. So I’m taking the Arts Route and majoring in Humanities, cuz that’s what I love to do. I mean what's the point of doing something that I don't enjoy? My ideal Combination is found in CJC: H2 MATHS, GEOG, HISTORY, LITERATURE. &lt;em&gt;Free from stinky Econs (:&lt;/em&gt; But i'll work things out in AJ or SA, flexible you know. Loosy gooesy baby, loosey gooesy, sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have thought about being a sociologist, psychologist, something to do about researching about behaviour. A specialised Social Arts Field. &amp;amp; my girls and I like totally swore to ourselves &lt;strong&gt;WE ARE GONNA PUSH EACH OTHER AND CHIONG OUR A LEVEL AND MAKE IT TO UNIVERSITY TOGETHER! One for all , and All for one, WE're All in this together, once we know, that we're all stars and we see that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need motivation? I wanna give you! I'm gonna spread love to everyone man! I'm so happy that i have a target in my life and i have so many Friends who care and love me. My NEW Boyfriend too, for making the OLD one disappear. I must spread LOVE and HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saint amy signs off. toodles people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-6840945255419064453?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6840945255419064453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=6840945255419064453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/6840945255419064453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/6840945255419064453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-like-been-spending-my-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-4397652228714180128</id><published>2009-01-10T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:26:36.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you told me yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, Love is kind, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It does not envy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It does not boast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is not rude, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is not self-seeking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is not easily angered. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It keeps on record of wrings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It always protects, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always trusts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always hopes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always perseveres.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love never fails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you I shall say it back.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna work things out together, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how demanding or unresonable I get,&lt;br /&gt;pleasepleaseplease be patient and sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Love me for who I am, and not who you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;That's all i ask of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taggies to my dear ones :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWT:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Bonjour Mrs Cullen, of cos!of cos! Twilghters Rock man!&lt;br /&gt;Super touched lah, you are reading this during your tutorial!&lt;br /&gt;I know, you’re pretending to be taking down notes on your lappie eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurmatha:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Which is your Husband?! You’ve got like so many, you fickle&lt;br /&gt;Piece of poop. Uhhh, is it that one who is always on fire in the Fantastic 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZhengHuan:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Welcome, welcome, please to be of service. But you want&lt;br /&gt;Me to tag where? The new one or the old one.I know, as long as&lt;br /&gt;I tag, you’re happy already ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benson:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I like the first word, “ Twilight” but not the second word “freak”, you lousy waiter!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, you can like go, “fanatic”, “maniac” or or “Mrs Cullen” !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yingsi:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YesYES:D :D Twilight is the IN thing know, yo. I messaged you already,&lt;br /&gt;Steady ah! You stand up and receive some top pupil award ah:D&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its TOMORROW, I seriously need some CPR, call your SJABBBBB.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evangeline! the Curry Pok&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I miss you too, I want a hug you! You feel like a teddy bear man! Yepyep, see you soon darrrliiiinngggggg. And it’s real soon, like 26 hours away/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuhan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ahmah! You’re falling head over heels over my Famous Amy Cookies,&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, since you are a senior citizen, I shall give you a discount out of my kindness&lt;br /&gt;Of my own heart. Although it’s SO DAMN nice, you don’t have to eat so much!&lt;br /&gt;You're old and frail, Your DENTURES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-4397652228714180128?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4397652228714180128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=4397652228714180128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/4397652228714180128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/4397652228714180128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-you-told-me-yesterday-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-3736857705851800974</id><published>2009-01-07T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:35:59.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288595292586472210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTdZf9rcxI/AAAAAAAABLc/dE0uoEtpl9o/s400/twilight-forbidden-fruit-wp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love this picture, its the front cover of Twilight, by Stephanie Meyer. It's like a forbidden fruit, just like the Love between Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Cullen. (dramatic music) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTcmXoHksI/AAAAAAAABLM/TE3mrYJsl3A/s1600-h/twilight-bella-edward-wp.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288594414175228610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTcmXoHksI/AAAAAAAABLM/TE3mrYJsl3A/s400/twilight-bella-edward-wp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Before you Bella, my life was like a moonless star. Very dark-but there were stars-points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly, everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTdZJlIdyI/AAAAAAAABLU/1lHm8EeblZU/s1600-h/Twilight!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288595286577936162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTdZJlIdyI/AAAAAAAABLU/1lHm8EeblZU/s400/Twilight!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If i could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; such an Awww, if every guy was like this to his girlfriend, they need't worry about their girls leaving them at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTcmDphZuI/AAAAAAAABLE/OP6JIIzlxOE/s1600-h/prom+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288594408812406498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTcmDphZuI/AAAAAAAABLE/OP6JIIzlxOE/s400/prom+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you see through my pretenses.. it would be unendurable.. you are the most important thing to me now, the most important thing to me ever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's taking her to Prom without her knowing and with her leg a huge cast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TWT said he looked dashing his prom night, i bet she's sleeping and dreaming of his eyes or something now. or his half lopsided smile. bless her, she's damn funny. especially when she talked about the slow motion part she was like " wah kao eh, so gorgeous leh, compared to that old ah pek (billy black) Edward is the whitest and the coolest" and she starts choking (: I'll join in with her too, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTcmDUExnI/AAAAAAAABK8/QBftiaTvM54/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288594408722450034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTcmDUExnI/AAAAAAAABK8/QBftiaTvM54/s400/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilighters rock man! :DDD I found someone crazier than me. Twilighter TWT, my dearest senior. I mean she's totally the last person I ever thought who would go like gaga over romance stuff, but she sure is more crazy than me! she can totally memorise all those quotes from ALL THE BOOKS AND THE MOVIE TOO :DD. When she saw EDWARD CULLEN, he totally just melted her, I was hyperventilating lah, obvious. First time it was with my mummy, and she was like "Amy! Why aren't you breathing at all? why are you sitting like this?!" i was like totally slipping off my chair and disappearing into the carpet with my popcorn. Second time i went with dear. (: TWT is LOVEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTck7GGITI/AAAAAAAABKs/GLuB3ztjkDY/s1600-h/edward&amp;amp;bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288594389336465714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTck7GGITI/AAAAAAAABKs/GLuB3ztjkDY/s400/edward%26bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The way he is so protective of her, as walking so close to her. The way he watches you-it's so-protective. Like he's about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyoh, so sacrificial man, now still got guys will do this sort of things meh/: Even if there is, it's kinda like a minority yeah? Will more people please learn from Edward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTck4nWJdI/AAAAAAAABK0/zXOl21IlivQ/s1600-h/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288594388670621138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTck4nWJdI/AAAAAAAABK0/zXOl21IlivQ/s400/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happened to his hair, like grow super fast. Hmm, i din't know vamipre hair can look like some bush on fire. but ohwell, he still looks FLAWLESS :DDDDDDD no matter what, no matter he has dry grass for hair, or like plates as hands or Whatever. He's still the coolest vamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TWT states that Edward Cullen is totally like the most Charismatic, the most Handsome, the Most Gorgeous, the Most Breathtaking sight A girl can ever see (:and she's like extremely right about it.TWT's crazyinlove with her new Hottie, she threw away JC S. and vowed Edward instead of "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;till death do us part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"to "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as long as we may live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". you know, follow what Ed said in Breaking Dawn yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When destiny comes you'll know it for sure I'm not clear about it, I just know it is so A feeling of absolute certainty... of knowing you belong to each other That's how it's like In my eyes, she's all that I see"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (another Awwww factor) Cut and paste for those guys who wanna impress their girls, there's no other way than doing the Edward Cullen method- TESTED and TRIED and PROVEN WITH RESULTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you ask us: WHY TWILIGHT? Because its so romantic, almost like, its magically untrue, you know, Edward's all-too-perfect guy, i mean, he just loves Bella for who she is and whatever stupid thing she does.The more trouble she gets into, the more he loves her. Oh god, i can totally visualise TWT dying with envy, holding up a card and shouting " Edward! marry me instead!" alright, I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better say I'm joking, or else she'll smack me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are three things we're certain about.&lt;br /&gt;First, Edward was a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;Second, there was a part of him that makes every girl's blood go boiling, because he's just sosososo romantic! (i changed it, like duh, I can't write: "there was a part of him-and I din't know how dominant that part might be- that thirsted for my blood right?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, we are unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The clouds I can handle, but I can't fight with an eclipse. &lt;/strong&gt;And TWT will go like "Jacob said that in Eclipse." I should have gone " Pg 600, line 3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so, the lion fell in love with the lamb",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she immediately replied &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"stupid lamb" "a sick, masochistic lion"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (she stole the line from me, just because she types faster than I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my most favorite quote of all time in Eclipse is:"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."-Edward Cullen, Eclipse page 460. TWT will totally go "Awwwww" and start daydreaming about his icy lips,and cold hard chest. And reminds me of their bodies moving in sync part. Okay, i'll stop talking about their sex life. anywees, they have a nice little cottage built by ESME, how lucky. I mean A HOUSE for a wedding gift and Isle Esme for their honeymoon. Purposelly make my heart pump ultra fast right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look after my heart, I've left it with you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;TWTmust be jumping up and down in some weird frenzy now and biting her toenails or hammering her head on the wall or something, i guess that was HER favourite quote, anywees thanks man twilighter, for chatting with me and going sososo mad over Ed, you rock!&lt;33&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: TWT Cullen please TAG, so i know you came here! LOVEEE(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18791033-3736857705851800974?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3736857705851800974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=3736857705851800974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/3736857705851800974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/3736857705851800974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-this-picture-its-front-cover-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWTdZf9rcxI/AAAAAAAABLc/dE0uoEtpl9o/s72-c/twilight-forbidden-fruit-wp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-3891930241442524693</id><published>2009-01-06T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:17:47.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9mkEUMII/AAAAAAAABKc/OW7ml7cz1p4/s1600-h/overexposed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419595165905026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9mkEUMII/AAAAAAAABKc/OW7ml7cz1p4/s400/overexposed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to do with maddy's photography skills. I understand lah if, if it's too dark or too dim or something, but maddy's picture is totally bleached.I can't think of anything comforting maddy, exceot maybe " this is the best picture you've taken so far?" alright, alright. I better stop and count my blessings, not many people would be so patient to wait for me to look into the camera and take with me. I always look away/: maybe it's the shutter or something, and kinda a reflex action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9mCLVkoI/AAAAAAAABKU/Ijs7gSptVC4/s1600-h/on+the+bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419586068550274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9mCLVkoI/AAAAAAAABKU/Ijs7gSptVC4/s400/on+the+bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9mgBHMkI/AAAAAAAABKk/wlAhboIuxcw/s1600-h/pull+your+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419594078728770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9mgBHMkI/AAAAAAAABKk/wlAhboIuxcw/s400/pull+your+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9mP7JVzI/AAAAAAAABKE/inlt3hSCf1k/s1600-h/looking+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9Xd_raMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/FcP5l-2GeN0/s1600-h/look+into+the+camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419335837804738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9Xd_raMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/FcP5l-2GeN0/s400/look+into+the+camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9WiHIExI/AAAAAAAABJU/GFeVPCLgTiA/s1600-h/hug+hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419319762916114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9WiHIExI/AAAAAAAABJU/GFeVPCLgTiA/s400/hug+hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9WJKjhrI/AAAAAAAABJM/6IHJbwiVyH8/s1600-h/hands+in+the+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419313066411698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9WJKjhrI/AAAAAAAABJM/6IHJbwiVyH8/s400/hands+in+the+sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's grow taller and air our armpees! Anyway, i wear my Little MissWise especially when i'm out with mads, because she never fails to forget who's boss around here. We went cam-whored like super mad after our swim :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ8zHQRAUI/AAAAAAAABIU/UwBi2-K3rUU/s1600-h/we+look+nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288418711258071362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ8zHQRAUI/AAAAAAAABIU/UwBi2-K3rUU/s400/we+look+nice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9KTnDNmI/AAAAAAAABIs/aQRupKzcdto/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419109711853154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9KTnDNmI/AAAAAAAABIs/aQRupKzcdto/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ8zWmrFzI/AAAAAAAABIc/sY-GMLSRgIw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288418715378587442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ8zWmrFzI/AAAAAAAABIc/sY-GMLSRgIw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9KNoIaYI/AAAAAAAABIk/8dkZTca0LVM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419108105775490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9KNoIaYI/AAAAAAAABIk/8dkZTca0LVM/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9LNlrGgI/AAAAAAAABI8/U_hh56rF-OU/s1600-h/blowing+the+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maddy's going to go &lt;strong&gt;"the RETARDEDLY STUPID POSES are amy's idea, not mine. "&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(wags little finger)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what Madeline the Stinkiest ToiletbowlSeatCover just said: &lt;strong&gt;Love you Amy! (much, much, much more than your Weiwei do! Dump him for me! :D&lt;/strong&gt; HAH) Well maddy, if you can beat me to a volleyball match without killing the people next to you, then we'll see about that, woman. Man, is this how you show me your support?Man, i feel like drowning you sometimes, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh, I'm using the lappie now, since my com took its last breath on 5th january 2008. you have served me faithfully and I shall never forget you and the way yoamenu blink your screen when you are overworked, bless you and Rest in Peace, Amen* hmm, the keys are realrealreal tiny, but I'm a GENTLE girl, so I don't think that's much of a problem yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, i wore my swimming stuff to meet the &lt;strong&gt;DAXIAOJIE&lt;/strong&gt; at the YewTee station and like, ohgod, &lt;em&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/em&gt; was staring at me with those twitchy eyebrows like I was doing some Swimsuit parade. i never expecteded maddy to be the late one, usually i'm the one who doesn't have a clean record on early coming. As long as i reach there, it's kinda a miracle already. Well, but there i was looking like some pathetic person. We bought apple aloe vera juice, My Favourite man :DDD so she started complaining about walking so much; it had only been 5minutes and you can totally see my house from the station.I think i should have stuff some my foot into her mouth so that she wouldn't keep splattering at my face:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to go some slideeee in CCK complex, but guess she's right. I choose the BEST dates to go out. oh man, warning to people: if you wanna date me out, please don't let me choose WHEN or WHERE, you guys decide and i'll just turn up. Because, it's like after we walked sooo blooddy long, and climbed up the stairs which took forever, there was a sign "Pool closed on Mondays. Sorry for the inconvenience caused" i really hope how much inconveniences they caused me, especially my ears, when maddy started going *$%^&amp;amp;**&amp;amp;%!#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrighty, then after that. when we sorta settled down, it stated raining again. Perfect day right. :S then when it stopped finally, we went swimming and poor me had to go around in all directions to pick up maddy's aimless balls. and the worst part is she thinks she's made up to play waterpolo? man, she really has to rethink her choices and do something about catching balls next time, and not having me to go the whole pool's length to pick up the poor abused ball. and guess what? it was mosquito fogging day. thats why i have to reiterate that YOU DON'T LET ME CHOOSE THE OUTING DATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maddy and I talked like everything and anything disgusting and embarrassing and totally irrelevant stuff (like shaving) that's why we get so along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to the traintracks opposite my house and &lt;strong&gt;sat down&lt;/strong&gt; on the tracks and took pictures in the middle of nowhere. OHMYGAWD, that was totally one of the most embaraassing moments. I was wearing my swim pants, which was kinda out if place at the Industrial Park, with all the heavy vehicles and super loads of cars zooming up and down.and it was short D: then there was a stupid chikopek who poked his head out of the truck and he was like totally smirking in that sort of a naughty way,using some hokkien words and looking at me. like God!hope your truck crashes or something?! yucks. &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; was like staring at us with those "what the hell is wrong with this two swimming costume girls? sitting on some train tracks waiting to be banged down by the train? are This kids really that depressed?" ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, I'm blogging and talking to my boyf(i still think his chinese name is weirder than mine, according to him, it's supposed to bring him some health or some prosperity thingy given by some high tech guy, with the internet) :O He's super into going to the gym nowadays and he's complaining that every part of his body is aching. He can't move his butt around without going YEEEEEOOOWWWCCHHH,same case with his poor legs. and the thing is, HE STILL wants to go tomorrow. Something is seriously wrong with him, and all the oatmeals and millk. Can't wait to meet you and punch your muscles soon, honey(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9W0n3hqI/AAAAAAAABJs/0wzccQMzpkA/s1600-h/kissing+under+the+mistletoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419324732081826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9W0n3hqI/AAAAAAAABJs/0wzccQMzpkA/s400/kissing+under+the+mistletoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistletoe was hanging and calling out to us saying "takeme! take me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maddy agreed and so here we are kissing under the mistletoe! anywees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maddy's gonna dye her hair back to black, like mine, because she thinks that the security guard wouldn't let her in. Actually it's okay lah mads, it's just O LEVEL RESULTS only mah, no bigdeal. ahahhahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ8y4eW6DI/AAAAAAAABH8/gnLRZw9XIyY/s1600-h/railway+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288418707290646578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ8y4eW6DI/AAAAAAAABH8/gnLRZw9XIyY/s400/railway+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ8zPOWOtI/AAAAAAAABIM/wZtmxSGJJTo/s1600-h/railway+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288418713397508818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ8zPOWOtI/AAAAAAAABIM/wZtmxSGJJTo/s400/railway+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE THOSE TRAIN TRACKS!! Funfunfun day. it's a good thing i called you out huh mads? Or else you'll be stuck cleaning your room, miss toiletbowlseatcover. ohyay! she lent me A JODI PICOULT bookie, so gonna start reading it now!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9LS24xVI/AAAAAAAABJE/a07dCBav-Wc/s1600-h/cool+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419126689711442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9LS24xVI/AAAAAAAABJE/a07dCBav-Wc/s400/cool+people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9W7-5v-I/AAAAAAAABJg/4TSVp0l_Xkc/s1600-h/hug+maddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288419326707744738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9W7-5v-I/AAAAAAAABJg/4TSVp0l_Xkc/s400/hug+maddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddy loves Amy, Amy loves maddy, there we go AGAIN. Yay! tomorrow i'm going to visit my sec 2 classmates at chaletttt! I miss them so bloody much, especially My Garden Family. Qiumei!Michelle! Germaine!Angeline! and everyone and anyone else! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I baked cookies for them yesterday, i really hope it doesn't go soft. Rahhhhhh.*prays prays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time to reply TAGGIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ohmygod, cuzzie dear, when did you ever start calling yourself 'C'. we can be CA continual assement yo, hmm, suresure! i'll try to be at your place fastfast, unless got unforseen circumstances, like you know, snowstorm or something? Man, your waist as big as mine man! I’m getting fat already, I could use some PE DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NehnehPok:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh god, what a horrible name. See lah, the whole world knows what I have now ): hmm, still can slack, still got time lah! But after SA must chiong like shit already, everyone will be super stressed. Give me a call when you’re free ya darlinggg:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Konodora:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hihi hosung, what does your name means by the way? I only know kodomo soap and like komodo dragon?ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maddy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;will you just let me have Edward Cullen? I don’t want Robert Pattinson!!!He’s all yours you smelly fish seller. You SELL-FISH lah. Grr, I’ll drown you next time if I can, Madeline lim li ling. Don’t think your name got 3 L I scared ah. I have a friend who has 8 As, don’t believe ask Shana!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheena the Taupok&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;hurhur, I’ll be seeing you soon soon too. Before the O level resuts on Monday, Surprise Surprise, and why am I called HeiHei? That’s racial Discrimination, haven’t you learnt in To Kill A mockingbird? Tsk tsk, never read your text. Bad girl (:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurmatha:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you Liar, I linked you already! And I’m not found in your Friends!! You tricked me!!! Ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eileeen:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yo, wantok. Sorry I dint reply, my com lke just fizzled and crashed man, hmm, I guess I’ll be visiting you guys on the second day, where all the fun starts! Smart right me! Hahah, can’t wait to see you and 2E4!! Excited excited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t bother defending myself now, hmm, I shalll sms you and give you a lecture about apeaking untruths. What LINKLESS BLOG? You must be joking, I have linked people ever since I was born, my mum taught me in her womb. She placed a lappie on her tummy you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benson:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; you’re really very friendly eh? Keeep saying hi to me! Well, HI BENSON. I really forgotten your real name, cuz we keep referring you as Bluecool Benson. Why you never take the tip? Its for good luck for 2009 you know!! we almost complained to your boss about you employees rejecting tips, but lucky for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18791033-3891930241442524693?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3891930241442524693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=3891930241442524693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/3891930241442524693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/3891930241442524693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-something-to-do-with-maddys.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SWQ9mkEUMII/AAAAAAAABKc/OW7ml7cz1p4/s72-c/overexposed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-1157185684220483765</id><published>2009-01-05T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:07:12.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chingkit said he'll buy me "chocolated" if i join him in JJC, I really miss him. D:D: Derry too, he's really too busy to pick up my calls. Gahhh, can't blame him, he's wearing some apron and spilling soup on his customers at some P hotel. Maybe I'll call Lora to swim with me now, it's sososo hot these days man.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, or maddy? or Derry? or Qiu&amp;amp; yuhan (but I'll be seeing them soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of my Jus are like totally slogging in school now, shockingly, I kinda miss schooldays. Even those morning assemblies, where I run in with yuxin&amp;amp; Nic looking like some johnsonbabyduck. Gosh, I don't know what's getting into my vocabulary these days, I swear it's got something to do with the HEAT. Ms Ma would pull my ears until it turns like some trafficlight and change colour: Red, orange, yellow and will talk super loudly " MONITRESS somemore still late. NEXT TIME WALK FASTER CAN OR NOT?" Sorry, i really got some growth deficiencies. I have really Short legs, that cover half the distance of a normal average human being. I'm Eating oranges now. the Seeds taste great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going out with SOMEONE I haven't seen for so long. Randomness: Kenneth Leow. i don't know why, just because I saw his mum at ToysRus nearing Xmas, and I lied that he was a good boy( i had to meditate so much after that and clense my soul) Din't wanna forfeit his presents from Santa, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, let me post about my trip back to band with maddy :D (and with alex waiting at the station for me)&lt;br /&gt;(ohkay, ohkay, i know i'm about a week's late) well, at first I wanted to wear a dress, you know, just simple casual. But she was like "AMY! how're is the security guard ever gonna let you in. I'll wear FBTs and you can just stand outside until band lets out then." Oh fine, if that's what makes you happy Toiletbowlseatcover ^^&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I can always pretend that i'm bringing my daughter (the stupid LimLiLing triple L girl to buy some books to repeat studying Sec4) oh dang. She go this Good Progress Award and even more stupid, I got some Eagles Award. I can never be more honest than this- WE ARE THE LAST PERSONS IN THIS WHOLE MOTHER EARTH TO DESERVE THAT LETTER. they shold have save a tree- it's a total pity cutting an innocent tree like that.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted about super alotalotalot of things. Maddy totally responds to me, it's like sometimes she can be really quiet when she's with people she's not really familiar with. (anyways, i peepeed at her blog, and I'm gonna totally bug her for the Jodi Picoult Books she just bought. ohyes maddy, you watch out) but when she's with me. She's really CRAZY, We can stand in the middle of the road and point at the oncomingcars and start laughing and poking at their engines- that's how OUT and OFF we can get yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked like nonstop for like sososo long, I was like " I just watchedtheTwilightmovie,andireadallthebooks.ohmygodohmygod.edwardcullen isreallythecoolestthingthateverwascreated.ilovehim,theweathertodayverygood.&lt;br /&gt;ithinkicandrysomeclothesandalexlovestomopfloorsandjiayiisoverseasand&lt;br /&gt;she'llcomebackonOresultsthatdayithink.imissyouandthebandsogodamnmuch-" AND then I take A deepdeep breath and it's maddy's turn to rattle on and on, until someone honks at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, when we reached to bandroom, we just blankedout, we forgot how to open the door and put our shoes neatly. It was pretty embarrasing when I sat on the apparently-fine-looking-riser and fell, there goes my Cool and Distinguished&lt;br /&gt;Senior demeanour. My butt couldn't see the " Danger!keep off" sign, and much less that " KEEP YOUR ASS OFFF"sign. Not that I chose to ignore your beeeutifuul signs dearest Kenneth Neo, but eyes don't grow on butts, I reallly regret to inform you that. I miss playing with my juniors, when I heard my First Stand play, I couldn't help but miss JiaKai too. He and Nic were always there to save my poor pathetic farting :DD If nic wasn't there, jiakai will always magically appear one hour after I call him to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I really love my band alot, though it was one of the scariest moments I ever live thru. Special thanks to my Seniors. Kenneth who never bothered keeping his voice down while teaching us all the time signatures and shouting " AMETHYST NG WAN PING! PLEASE! FOR HEAVEN SAKE! PULSE YOUR BLOODY NOTE! WATCH YOUR TIME SIGNATURE! LOOK AT THE BATON!! DON'T SPEED UP!" Chingkit, who was the one who always was the opposite of kenneth, and pampering us all the same. Derry, he's part of our section too- the BCL &amp;amp; SAX merge YAY:DD All of them always supporting us and teaching us. I can never thank them enough, really. Jiakai for being my pillar of " solo-playing", Maddy (for freakingout with me all the time&amp;amp; sticking with me thru thick and thin. Nicky Boyboy, for treating me as your bestfriend and sharing all your secrets and telling everyone mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allison, jingyin, yanting,lixian, howard, zhengyong,chelsea,yansheng,Simon(I refuse to return your old name) YOU GUYS ARE LOVEEEED so much.&lt;br /&gt;Hosin(nehnehpok), sheena(taupok),evan(currypok),jewel (meepok) are also Lovedlovedloved by Queen Wanpok. you guys never fail to make me feel belonged. I apppreciate it so much, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADDYYYY!! it's swimming time dear! I love you too:D are you sure you can find your swimming costume? try looking in the garbage chute, i think your mum might have mistaken it as trash. Can't wait to swim with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S to a dear someone:&lt;br /&gt;I 'm not mad at you anymore, can't stay that way for too long. But, I'm not gonna text you yet, I'll wait for yours.alright. I still love you okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-1157185684220483765?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1157185684220483765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=1157185684220483765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1157185684220483765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1157185684220483765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/chingkit-said-hell-buy-me-chocolated-if.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-5525281354413916315</id><published>2009-01-01T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:03:07.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helllooo world, I really missed Civilisation. I even missed the smell of cars, cuz in thailand ( the place I went) there were ONLY at most MOTORBIKES which travelled at practically 3cm per hour. So it was really a very wise decision to save that money, and actually WALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we took an over night coach, and I swear, after you get off the coach, the first thing you will do is to find a A MASSEUR to uncrack your back. Well, since dad liked the "ROUGH IT OUT" way, so that explains my 20h immobile state. I was like paralysed from head to toe, and to make matters worse, my sis totally used me as her bolster. She has this theory of using Stuff toys to cover her heart, so No ghost or whatsover will steal it away. So that would also explain why my arm was wrapped around her "heart" and cramped up when I took my first step on solid ground 20h later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyG2NuKHCI/AAAAAAAABG0/Gh3NPTWJv-k/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286248328580439074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyG2NuKHCI/AAAAAAAABG0/Gh3NPTWJv-k/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the first transport after the torturous -100degree celsius coach. we took a half hour boat ride to cross the border over to thailand. ( By the way, if Nic/my section happens to ask again where i went, just stick to the story about going to Saudi Arabia &amp;amp; drinking oil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyG1-gwlYI/AAAAAAAABGk/tE2V1AT1yI4/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286248324497708418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyG1-gwlYI/AAAAAAAABGk/tE2V1AT1yI4/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum bought this super expensive shades for herself&amp;amp;is trying to act cute with me. Anywees, this is a SONG TIAO (in thai meaning-two benches) its kinda like a minibus and travels at a er-am-i-moving-at-all-kinda-pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyG28YCQ1I/AAAAAAAABHE/U52B5LPDTXU/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286248341104116562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyG28YCQ1I/AAAAAAAABHE/U52B5LPDTXU/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE were supposed were supposed to carry two huge backpacks, OBVIOUSLY the "WE" applied to only yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really complain cuz didi and meimei have really weak bones and will disintegrate upon carrying something heavier than their OWN weight. WEll, we were all very tired, not having enough sleep on the coach, but we were still extremely happy, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally the best part i like about being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIT&lt;/span&gt;. anyway,Mum said we are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ree and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ndependant &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ravellers. That rocks. Our food timing is as such, when anyone of our tummy growls or we are salivating, WE'll JUST EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner schedule was like that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.01pm&lt;/span&gt; (amy's stomach gurgled) We ate beef ball noodles. 4.15pm: walked around after the huge and spicy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.17pm:&lt;/span&gt; we saw this 8 baht dessert (30 cents only) and decided it was incredibly cheap, so we ordered like 1 bowl each ( it was A HUGE INVESTMENT: counting all those jelly and cute colourful stuff inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.44pm:&lt;/span&gt; Di just couldn't get his eyes off those barbecued sticks ( it went into our stomachs within 3 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.08pm&lt;/span&gt;: Mum nearly screamed in delight when she saw OH AH JIAN- the oyster omelet ( i love luozixiang for introducing that to her in CornerWithLove)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.42pm&lt;/span&gt; : We decided to go healthy, and tried all the fruits in the shop. Champedak, Sweeet pineapples, jambus, eBERRYthing edible it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.13pm:&lt;/span&gt; We realised we hadn't had dinner yet. So we crashed into one decent shop, and We ate THAI TOM YAM SOUP. My god, i totally love my motto. I LIVE to EAT, and never EAT to LIVE. Whoever eats to live, are totally missing out the best pleasures life can possibly offer. Whats the use of your digestive system if you don't eat shiok food man! I love the Thai god or whatever, for creating TOM YAM soup, its the reason that my heart beats. ( i sound so lovesick :/ eeeww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.30pm:&lt;/span&gt; we bought Durians and Ate at the roadside, cuz the durianman "threw" us some to try. Duh, when i said THREW, i meant figuratively of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9.00pm:&lt;/span&gt; We bought some wujiakway, but thai style, dipped in thick green kaya.and when I watched that man cook, I knew I had to go back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10.15pm:&lt;/span&gt; A packet of LAYS potato Chips [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyGeQX4UWI/AAAAAAAABGc/4lDjsVyWO5c/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286247916975444322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyGeQX4UWI/AAAAAAAABGc/4lDjsVyWO5c/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anywhoos, this is the night market where you can lay your hands on anything and everything in the world! all these goodies are made from eggs and mutilated into something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyGeEcdtQI/AAAAAAAABGE/SJtzNkNB_Zw/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286247913773446402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyGeEcdtQI/AAAAAAAABGE/SJtzNkNB_Zw/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh gosh, this totally is the largest pad i have ever seen in my entire life. Its a small pampers but a gigantic thingy for THAI girls to deal with their periods. I don't even think they can walk properly without looking like a duck, man.its the size of MY FACE! oh ya, anywhoos, this is the supermarket in the town of SATUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyGeDp13qI/AAAAAAAABF8/CzzHjAXZDQo/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286247913561120418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyGeDp13qI/AAAAAAAABF8/CzzHjAXZDQo/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were all scuttering around the whole place looking for toilets, they are a huge necessity. i'll ask dad to consider bringing a portable potty next time when we go overseas, because I am always left behind to watch the bags when everyone wants to pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, the Chok/congee here is amazing. in Thai, we say, Ah-loy! (delicious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken by mummy while she sat inside the songtiao. The mostest important asset in thailand, is a scooter and a sunglasses. The sun, ( according to didi) will burn out your corneas. Erm, I din't quite buy that, not that i wanted to try and experiment loooking at the sun and risk suffering from whatever disease/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyFH7MyInI/AAAAAAAABFE/nBgns8OAp0Q/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246433823007346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyFH7MyInI/AAAAAAAABFE/nBgns8OAp0Q/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyFzBOGffI/AAAAAAAABFc/KnKUVSWDUQ4/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286247174173523442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyFzBOGffI/AAAAAAAABFc/KnKUVSWDUQ4/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a ferry to our destination, it was 2 hour long and i slept with my contacts on. ( I don't know, someone told me that it was dangerous to sleep with them on, like, it may roll into the back of your eye, and It'll collect there like some dust) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, it kinda makes a little sense, since there's all this Rapid eye movement thing when we are sleeping, so the contacts follow along eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my sis&amp;amp; bro, on the Adang Ferry Boat. Its really super breezy, and when we sat at the front of the boat, way in front of the captain, somewhere at the tip (another of dad's recommendation) all we can see is like a huge blanket of sparkling blue water, and occasional "white horses". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are indicating the sea's roughness. See that little red packet didi is holding onto? its melon seeds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyFls76dFI/AAAAAAAABFM/vgIkh5QyrB4/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246945390228562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyFls76dFI/AAAAAAAABFM/vgIkh5QyrB4/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahahah, do you guys just realise something from the picture below?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm kinda the whitest in the entire family. you can tell from my legs, see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad made friends with the guy driving the boat, whaddya call him again, oh. CAPTAIN. So they let us sleep inside their comfy Cabin and watch him drive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, Boating seems like a fun job, he can like totally just turn the steering wheel in any direction he fancies, and the scene still remains the same: still all the blue water everywhere, seems that We haven't even moved from our starting point. another good thing, is that he CAN RING A BELL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, where else do you actually do that? except outside Long John Silvers or at most, your doorbell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyFHYGUsqI/AAAAAAAABEs/qnFI__kJHZQ/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246424400671394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyFHYGUsqI/AAAAAAAABEs/qnFI__kJHZQ/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyEnKxwDgI/AAAAAAAABEc/3wHmvAvXO4M/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286245871068909058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyEnKxwDgI/AAAAAAAABEc/3wHmvAvXO4M/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at Koh Adang, and we were like totally treated like some rockstars man. Cuz dad had been there 4 times already, and it was my second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there last year too, anywees, everyone was hugging and Sawadeeka-ing each other. We all felt really welcomed, and somehow, we felt at home. all those friends: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jack, Bao,D, Jin, Yuwi, Ng, Somlit, Mr P etc.&lt;/span&gt; on our first night there, they cooked us a special fish with thai herbs and gave us like a welcome party with lots and lots of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, how can I forget &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr PANAPORN, Mr PORN for short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is the chief ranger of the the entire island, and he's totally a hell of a character; extremely entertaining. he can do monologues all the time. when We were around him, we didn't need a TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He can go from pulling down pants to calling my sis LAYS potatoe# chips (since he can't pronounce RAY) &amp;amp; the best part of it all, after we finish goggling at him &amp;amp; staring at him with extreme amusement.He just stand up and push the table ( which we were still eating from) and stretches his arms, pulls up his pants, and Stalks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ranger Jan's bundle of joy :D :D he's named after the island, baby Adang. he is a smart little tyke, he totally flashes his teeth and give that irrestible smile whenever he's in trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were playing water with the water hose and whenever i peel my eyes off him so that I can read my New Moon, he'll start spraying at me; like I'm some dried up plant.but once he turns his head (imagine slow motion) and smiles slowly. Me &amp;amp; mei will melt and just stand there, letting him spray me AFTER i have showered. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyEYbXlVlI/AAAAAAAABD0/YsAEvGVprlM/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286245617824519762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyEYbXlVlI/AAAAAAAABD0/YsAEvGVprlM/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this are the blue skies you get EVERY single day in Adang. its's as often as Tom yam Soup; my ideal heaven on earth :D :D :D nah, I won't tell you, you guess what we are doing. WE aren't acting like scarecrows luhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDujAQMSI/AAAAAAAABDc/eBReTY3j0_w/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244898319642914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDujAQMSI/AAAAAAAABDc/eBReTY3j0_w/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AMY the ANGLER! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its an embarrassing memory i'm trying to recall here. okay, We were soaking up the Vitamin Ds and all, and I ATTEMPTED fishing for the First time, telling myself "hey, its not like we can fish back home and catching something, right" so, i decided we were going to fried fish, and I told dad to Bring it on man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried reeling and throwing in the line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was WORSE than PATHETIC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think i was ever made for fishing, I was like totally amazed by how fishermen can get whole SHIPfuls of fishes, when i couldn't much manage to put my hook in the water! oh god, even if I did, I only caught some red sock (yeah, someone was making his xmas wishes in the sea) and alot of dead ugly corals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, that wasn't really the worst part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was throwing in the line and thought I caught something, cuz it was tugging a little. SO i tred reeling in as fast as i could.then behind me was an angmoh girl clutching her boyfriend and screaming " SOMEONE HOOKED MY SLIPPERS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh dear, I could have sworn the red triangular undies man was like totally snorting with laughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDuauOiYI/AAAAAAAABDU/Tp3P0X6yyRE/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244896096553346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDuauOiYI/AAAAAAAABDU/Tp3P0X6yyRE/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went into hiding again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised thats what I usually do when I get really embarrassed or scared or you know~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDXunDbWI/AAAAAAAABDE/1SfXqSS9v7U/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244506298183010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDXunDbWI/AAAAAAAABDE/1SfXqSS9v7U/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDXHyaT1I/AAAAAAAABC0/etrO9ibNcRw/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244495876837202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDXHyaT1I/AAAAAAAABC0/etrO9ibNcRw/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my pops love going shirtless, although he doesn't really have a figure, I love him just as much. This are Anglers. Pause- i need to hide badly. I can't even fish an ikan bilis man &amp;amp; gues what! They actually had 20 over fishes within 90 minutes, which gives me another reason to bury my face in Eclipse &amp;amp; appear nonchalent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDXOgqF4I/AAAAAAAABCs/3-A_eaUxUco/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244497681422210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDXOgqF4I/AAAAAAAABCs/3-A_eaUxUco/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDW1h_JWI/AAAAAAAABCk/19Zc8Cy72_A/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244490976109922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyDW1h_JWI/AAAAAAAABCk/19Zc8Cy72_A/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didi first fish, he sat there like stone and when the line tugged, he started hopping around and hyperventilating. anyone cared what i was doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i was totally disappearing into the book and my nose were like touching the pages and plotting on how i could steal his fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyC_9Agh9I/AAAAAAAABCU/d934gfBdHrg/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244097846183890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyC_9Agh9I/AAAAAAAABCU/d934gfBdHrg/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the sunset we get every single night. &lt;div&gt;The clouds I can handle, but I cannot fight an eclipse. Said by Jacob Black, Eclipse Novel, Page 600, line 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( thats why i am a lit student)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyC_mMcFsI/AAAAAAAABCM/OGFtt7RB6pY/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244091722208962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyC_mMcFsI/AAAAAAAABCM/OGFtt7RB6pY/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i loook so messy. It must be the rocking of the boat :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyC_v14mMI/AAAAAAAABCE/lXFx_riOnGM/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244094311962818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyC_v14mMI/AAAAAAAABCE/lXFx_riOnGM/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we didn't feel like staying in the sun for long, we'll play Twister! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand mum's screaming at all, and she does it evertime the spinner is spun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyC_axCAQI/AAAAAAAABB8/ojlmefvUTSQ/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244088654463234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyC_axCAQI/AAAAAAAABB8/ojlmefvUTSQ/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyCcKkCDEI/AAAAAAAABB0/GDax5n7YjjQ/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243483009551426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyCcKkCDEI/AAAAAAAABB0/GDax5n7YjjQ/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heh heh, I'm reading Twilight now. It's THE LOVE man :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"'And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...,' he murmured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'What a stupid lamb,' I sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'What a sick, masochistic lion.'"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-- Edward and Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars - points of light and reason.. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was a brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New Moon - Stephanie Meyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love EDWARD CULLEN-the character. NOT Robert Pattinson (like madeline and chester) hmm, i like him because he loves Bella more than himself. the way he loves her, it is to a point of perfection. not wanting to hurt her, despite he being what he is. I think he's the most " Awwww" when he explain his truest feelings,not wanting to lose her in anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most girls would wanna have an Edward, I bet. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyCbdVU6iI/AAAAAAAABBk/RQLyy6Oo8-c/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243470868277794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyCbdVU6iI/AAAAAAAABBk/RQLyy6Oo8-c/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god, i can totally memorise Edward's words, because they are so so so sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when you are alone on the beach and reading on a sun chair. it just seems so much sweeter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243462664914018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyCa-xfhGI/AAAAAAAABBU/R3UCtlG9a08/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alrighty, time for boat snorkelling! Dad's ranger friend- Jack took time off to bring us out on the boat and do some island hopping. Finding my sunscreen, you want me to darker than I am now? if i dont put those slushy stuff, i might as well blend in to the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately, I got menses that day, WHILE we were snorkelling, so I stared getting a little self conscious. i kept badgering mei to check if there was anything going on,like you know, any red stuff blooming out if my butt/:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she kept her eyes fixed at my butt, and all the guys at the corner were totally gazing at her in shock and extreme amusement, like MAN! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS GIRL?! LOOKING AT HER SIS BUTT LIKE THAT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have sworn they thought she was some lesbian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywees, we still went playing in the water with or without leakage. that's an inside joke, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er, she still is staring at ME :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyCbNKbIkI/AAAAAAAABBc/l4sqiAwaD7Q/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243466527580738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyCbNKbIkI/AAAAAAAABBc/l4sqiAwaD7Q/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyBmOAqmCI/AAAAAAAABBE/Rx8jlowXDTo/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286242556222019618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyBmOAqmCI/AAAAAAAABBE/Rx8jlowXDTo/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, thats another candid shot of me again. I'm drinking Evians (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get them at a dicount after showing this picture of me at the nearest 7 eleven store or any leading supermarkets. you may even get a whole years supply! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyBlsAY5sI/AAAAAAAABA8/_QGs3d4KR-Q/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286242547094054594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyBlsAY5sI/AAAAAAAABA8/_QGs3d4KR-Q/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oooooh, come on! guess what they are! Actually i don't really know either, all i know it's some kind of shellfish that they use for cooking and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyBlUsPLjI/AAAAAAAABA0/HKeoKJkBdqk/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286242540835515954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyBlUsPLjI/AAAAAAAABA0/HKeoKJkBdqk/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this swweett or what? Its daddy Ng and Big Girl Ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love seating at the tip of the boat. its where the wind is the largest and the bestest view and boy! we were really WET. I'll continue the next part of blogging so stay tuned folks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With muchh lovee (: Toodles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18791033-5525281354413916315?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5525281354413916315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=5525281354413916315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/5525281354413916315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/5525281354413916315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/helllooo-world-i-really-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVyG2NuKHCI/AAAAAAAABG0/Gh3NPTWJv-k/s72-c/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-1985292675307872990</id><published>2008-12-29T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:26:34.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx8VpP0f6I/AAAAAAAAA_8/ODwzYAXTau4/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286236773917425570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx8VpP0f6I/AAAAAAAAA_8/ODwzYAXTau4/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, that's all of us going on a boat trip. Didi didn't go with us becuz he sprained his neck while playing, I don't know who he honestly managed it though, I guess he was trying to act Michael Phelps-y and CREEEEAAAAKK there goes his little neck. he had to walk with his neck cocked to one side, like some stroke patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even had to fish like that. Poor fishes. Not only do they get killed when pulled on land, but they actually get to see my paralysed bro/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx8VXot6gI/AAAAAAAAA_k/4qvFhb2MgbQ/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286236769190013442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx8VXot6gI/AAAAAAAAA_k/4qvFhb2MgbQ/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywees, this was the baby that stole my sissie's heart. Normal human reaction upon seeeing a chubby baby ; "oh god, you're soooo cuttteeee!!" and start piching his cheeks or start plucking from his mum's hands and run away with him. Something along that line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But NO, the people there are weird. They start pulling off his pants. My heart really goes out to him, his pride had shattered at a tender age of 15 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx8VLVCbOI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Q36Ps2f7jUE/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286236765886246114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx8VLVCbOI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Q36Ps2f7jUE/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While they indulged in the game of "who-can-pull-the-baby's-pants-fastest", we played more civilised games. oh yeah, they love SNAP. what a bloody boring game man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for the poor child's pride, we lured them away and made them indulge in another healthier game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx7xmAgTFI/AAAAAAAAA_M/BsjFKaHoIA8/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx7xvEMOtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/OL7UCVxtPIU/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286236157003971282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx7xvEMOtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/OL7UCVxtPIU/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ain't it beautiful? This is the scene once I get out of our cosy little woodeny hut. Did I tell mention that that we had sleep with candles, because lights' out is at 12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the thing is that when it is dark, it can be REALLY DARK. It is very hard even to go to the toilet to pee, because you may accidentally step on a lizard or a gecko or something of that sort. But tthe candles weren't a good idea, when we woke up, we found our faithful rug burnt into ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx7xIukrpI/AAAAAAAAA-0/dMshv5z8vbo/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286236146712751762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx7xIukrpI/AAAAAAAAA-0/dMshv5z8vbo/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my angmoh friend. i was wearing my Swiss cottage white shirt (i'm not that patriotic lah, cuz it was very hot mah) and he was like " Hellloo! I'm from Switzerland, nice to meet you, my fellow countrymen" and he started singing the swiss anthem. God, i only know how to sing Swiss Cottage! Swiss Cottage! Blaze a Path Of Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlxVamoV8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/kQLKgJNNt94/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285380250428528578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlxVamoV8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/kQLKgJNNt94/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We trekked all the way up to the Chado Cliff and this is the panaromic (darn, i don't know how to spell it) can you just imagine how much we actually climbed?! just look at the size of the island at the background, We're That near to the clouds :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlxVc-oTjI/AAAAAAAAA9U/TucVlxPs5K4/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285380251066060338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlxVc-oTjI/AAAAAAAAA9U/TucVlxPs5K4/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't this an awesome picture or what?&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to T-shirt by shontelle when I took this. The song is goooddd, inspiration for an artist's soul man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285380246724980914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlxVMzosLI/AAAAAAAAA9M/pv6ZgEJH_Gw/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mummy looks so farmarish, like she's going to take out a shovel and start planting some tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlxVGjVs0I/AAAAAAAAA9E/gZ8EfchF36Q/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285380245046014786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlxVGjVs0I/AAAAAAAAA9E/gZ8EfchF36Q/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way down down down. I don't know why there were so many bamboos there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they were very useful, because going down can be pretty steep. so pulling a bamboo and uprootting them were part of going down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i was counting how much vegetation we actually cleared. Just send us and we can totally deforest a whole island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlv0_MNq_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/o_x0VQJ4src/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285378593802529778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlv0_MNq_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/o_x0VQJ4src/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were going to snorkel after playing beach volleyball. this time, we were going with our new italian friends! The Marinis &lt;33&gt; &lt;div&gt;i was the one who thought the boy was very very cute, so i went up and started talking to him. then dad went over and made friends with the bald guy, mum followed suit &amp;amp; the next thing they were laughing at us when we were playing twister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlv1doskDI/AAAAAAAAA80/Qn3cdQVWKHw/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285378601975058482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlv1doskDI/AAAAAAAAA80/Qn3cdQVWKHw/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx4zPlpcdI/AAAAAAAAA-s/QYL1JTekH1g/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286232884379218386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx4zPlpcdI/AAAAAAAAA-s/QYL1JTekH1g/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see? the curly hair guy's name is Victorio Marini. Oh god, he just reminds me of Corbin Bleu- Chad Danforth, the guy from Jump In! and High School Musical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i even got to spring his hair and check what it feels like. when his hair was safe for springing and touching, mei and didi started pulling and letting go off his hair at extremely high velocities. We don't have such hair back home man, it was like seeing snow.alright, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlvSvBS3EI/AAAAAAAAA70/glamh66wq7c/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285378005346212930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlvSvBS3EI/AAAAAAAAA70/glamh66wq7c/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of our snorkels were flourescent yellow. CAN YOU SEE ME!!! the sea was extremely deep, I couldn't even see the bottom, but i could see the bloody sea urchins from the surface. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a moray eel too!! but we had to hold our breaths and dive for awhile to get a closer view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really an undescribable feeling. being surrounded by fishes, nibbling at you from all corners, and OH GOD! the corals were just swaying along, me and mei had this competition to close as many clams and oysters as fast as we can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nemo waved at me through those purple ferny fans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victorio took so many pics of me underwater, since he had a diving camera :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i mention that ALL of them have DIVER's LICENSE- even the Mum who was super kan chiong when she sees jellyfishes&amp;amp; starts hyperventilating and pulling out what's left of her hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're the MOST atheletic family I have ever seen. Victorio is a Triathlete- he swims, he runs, and he cycles. Man! i mean, I just do that for leisure,and when I feel obese after stuffing my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he's into it as a competitve sport, &amp;amp;holding the championship title in his District in Italy. The cuter one, Michaele (me-kell-leh) is as cool too (: Uncle Romano is the coolest, he is an AMETHYST dealer, like he knows EVERYTHING about precious gems and chinise artefacts. ohman, ohman, he knows about me!!about me!! ME!ME!ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlvTqVjfVI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LOaHsxZw9bE/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285378021268880722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlvTqVjfVI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LOaHsxZw9bE/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my fins were black, mei was dark blue and didi were emerald green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlvTfE7qnI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NfKX0kXMC9Q/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285378018246371954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlvTfE7qnI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NfKX0kXMC9Q/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic was free diving without oxygen tanks, i don't know where Miggy was. i bet he was poking and scratching the scales off some fishes. Romano and Dad were still laughing nonstop, even in the water. Apparantly, it was some inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285376212230111954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVltqXJGgtI/AAAAAAAAA7k/wPhuTlx53zI/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before this, Vic was training for his triathlon next summer. While the boat was moving, he just jumped off the and started to swim to shore!?! that was his usual training; ohgosh, he was like just the only one in the sea doing his medley stuff with the boat in front of him. i was like fnjoweufwobvguwobuwerovgu;. Loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVltqC8xD9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/MSMsKyAZngE/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285376206809665490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVltqC8xD9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/MSMsKyAZngE/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miggy and Vic were wrestling each other now. After i took this photo, i was pulled down the water D: After i was dry man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVltp2F9ICI/AAAAAAAAA7U/GK7KHz85vi0/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285376203358543906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVltp2F9ICI/AAAAAAAAA7U/GK7KHz85vi0/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miggy loves sleeping like that on the tip of the boat. Mum is called Lucia, another coincidence. My mum said a teacher can spot a teacher too. like a gay can spot another gay, something along that line. Loudhailer voice, dirty marker-staines fingers, laugh at the weirdest moments, large pair of lungs. confirm plus chop. TEACHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Me and mei were just lying around on the beach, the guys were playing around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, we were talking casually with Lucia about religion.you know, just casual chitchat. " Aunt Lucia, you're a Christain? Catholic?" " Nahhh, I'm A good Buddhist" she went. Shocked shocked. " What type of buddhist?" we asked, out of curiosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Nichirin Daishonin Bu-" "WHHHHAAAATT??" WE ARE TOO!!! god, how small can this world be? She was the founder :D:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From that day on, we went to their bungalows and started our prayers facing the wall. Man, i mustmustmust memorise Daimoku already, Vic and Miggy can do that without even looking at the book. Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlns1gADtI/AAAAAAAAA5U/qlOC7aa4Y7I/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285369657669193426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlns1gADtI/AAAAAAAAA5U/qlOC7aa4Y7I/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you guys rock man! i'll send a chinise chess set as promised, Vic:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of them can speak a little english, Spanish AND italian. Double dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, i can only apeak English, and my chinise is undescribably pathetic-so "great" that Mr Mak can't help but snigger to himself and shake his head hopelessy at his higher chinise wanping D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't remind me about hokkien, i can't speak enough to save my own life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah mah gets really worked up when I can't answer except to keeep grinning ,smiling from ear to ear and nod my head until my neck breaks. it's called body language yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlnoJQt4VI/AAAAAAAAA5M/9dFDtwYtA6s/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlnoJQt4VI/AAAAAAAAA5M/9dFDtwYtA6s/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlnoJQt4VI/AAAAAAAAA5M/9dFDtwYtA6s/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285369577074450770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVlnoJQt4VI/AAAAAAAAA5M/9dFDtwYtA6s/s400/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a Italian Pub-Diner to have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maguerittas and Pizzapizzapizza PIZZA for Christmas and all of us partied (: alcohol-free for kids though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victorio, Radiance, Amethyst, Michaele &lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE ROCKED LIKE HELL MAN. We had a super great time, thanks so so much for the laughters, jokes and I still don't understand why I'm always tickled. Man, you guys are the only ones I know who sleep on top of each other and piggyback each other to peep at girls pee. Haha, SHORTIES. We'll come and visit you guys in Italy soon (dad promised) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good friends are hard to find, hard to lose, and impossible to forget. (Especially those you were left with for company in a small island of a population less than 300) lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18791033-1985292675307872990?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1985292675307872990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=1985292675307872990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1985292675307872990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1985292675307872990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-thats-all-of-us-going-on-boat-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SVx8VpP0f6I/AAAAAAAAA_8/ODwzYAXTau4/s72-c/Amy%27s+Adang+pictures+2008+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-2995404895155994753</id><published>2008-12-07T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:46:04.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxnRTmL0MI/AAAAAAAAA1k/L5QkLtlCmsM/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277206410387247298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxnRTmL0MI/AAAAAAAAA1k/L5QkLtlCmsM/s400/sakae+lunchie+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxnRTmL0MI/AAAAAAAAA1k/L5QkLtlCmsM/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to point at my brother and threaten him that if he din't stop taking weird candid shots at me, I would let him eat my contacts. He is still pretty scared off those plastic fibrey stuff you stick on to the eyeball to have better vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, he still took me doing weird things. Like eating my mum's ears (you couldn't blame me, I was getting really hungry, waiting for my UNAGI BENTO SET) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxnRFlp4QI/AAAAAAAAA1c/XNVW34s2FTw/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277206406626926850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxnRFlp4QI/AAAAAAAAA1c/XNVW34s2FTw/s400/sakae+lunchie+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the curtains that separated one room from another in that sakae restaurant. It was damn cool, we could sit like those real japs on the floor and eat our Bento sets. This is me and Mei. We look really different, don't we? During CNY, all my relatives will start pinching my cheeks until it turns red, and start cooing " oh amy! you look exactly like your dad!" come on man! dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxnRJbPl1I/AAAAAAAAA1U/msW7qZwC9yc/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277206407657002834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxnRJbPl1I/AAAAAAAAA1U/msW7qZwC9yc/s400/sakae+lunchie+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think i went into depression when the food took so long to come. i tried hanging myself -;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxnRMH-0XI/AAAAAAAAA1M/bp1GR52jDIw/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxk-N57r6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/BCc_a58rHlg/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277203883418693538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxk-N57r6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/BCc_a58rHlg/s400/sakae+lunchie+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVES* my didi and meimei. I'll be the BIGGEST AND BEST DA JIE! I'll protect them from evrything and anything. Maybe except from crocodiles.. and erm. snakes. other than that I'm pretty brave (smirks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxk9HZuJ7I/AAAAAAAAA0s/VfjY_VGXyNk/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277203864493107122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxk9HZuJ7I/AAAAAAAAA0s/VfjY_VGXyNk/s400/sakae+lunchie+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were just playing around with those curtainy things. by the way, the manager was smiling at us, I think he was kinda watching our " performance", and he was like totally beaming away like we were some free watch-while-you-eat-attractions in his restaurant. We even danced ballet on the seats (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxkdANYk2I/AAAAAAAAA0E/vPuZPo_KJ6Y/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277203312806499170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxkdANYk2I/AAAAAAAAA0E/vPuZPo_KJ6Y/s400/sakae+lunchie+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxkeIHGDUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/rS3PkNxYNB8/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277203332107472194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxkeIHGDUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/rS3PkNxYNB8/s400/sakae+lunchie+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alright, I'm a pathetic looking prisoner, who doesn't have her food. I think the cook probably lost her wok or something or they had to go to japan sakae headquarters to get some special ingrediants -- Man, JUST FEED ME!! oh my god, I sound like an animal in an enclosure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxkdZeFsWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/d6UMC8sh4Mw/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277203319587451234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxkdZeFsWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/d6UMC8sh4Mw/s400/sakae+lunchie+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the picture of the day, like this awesome back to back thing. its kinda cool (: we are wearing matching pants i think. anyway, this is the biggest room in the whole restaurant, you can actually HOLD MEETINGS there, EAT THERE- er, I think the lack of food is really making me go whangy-gangy, We go to a restaurant to eat -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxj0kE_S8I/AAAAAAAAAz0/Q_mVkkDFjHE/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277202618060327874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxj0kE_S8I/AAAAAAAAAz0/Q_mVkkDFjHE/s400/sakae+lunchie+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is a couple seater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;squatting down and eat doesn't really work for me, my leg goes all crampy and stuff. there's a special way to seat okay, the manager was demonstrating to us, like cross like toes like something like like like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiyah, i was looking at his moustache all the time, it even looked like jappy seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxj0jgQR6I/AAAAAAAAAzs/YAMyRBav9Hg/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277202617906251682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxj0jgQR6I/AAAAAAAAAzs/YAMyRBav9Hg/s400/sakae+lunchie+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another way to dine, is on bean bags! its ultra comfortable, but the tables are really tiny, we din't go for that, cuz when we eat, we really spread our arms all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxj0EBnzZI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nyOe5LzagS8/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277202609456270738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxj0EBnzZI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nyOe5LzagS8/s400/sakae+lunchie+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bru, aiyah, open legs so big for what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxjz9HZ-pI/AAAAAAAAAzc/cNkbR2UWxU0/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277202607601482386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxjz9HZ-pI/AAAAAAAAAzc/cNkbR2UWxU0/s400/sakae+lunchie+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OOHHH! see that! SEE THAT!!! thats.. (drumrolls please) aiyah, cymbals too, ooh, play the fanfare call (: it's ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxjzmc0hmI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lNI2PVzfAO4/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277202601517287010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxjzmc0hmI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lNI2PVzfAO4/s400/sakae+lunchie+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bon appetit, i'll make a mental note to hide mum's garden-theme-blouse somewhere. I'm so not going to let her wear that anymore! She is supposed to dress young, and this makes here look like some orchid garden man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, the food was great great great, see my huge smile. I love eating, REMEMBER. I LIVE TO EAT, and not EAT TO LIVE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxjCWVDy6I/AAAAAAAAAzM/qoZASlqDW8M/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277201755376176034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxjCWVDy6I/AAAAAAAAAzM/qoZASlqDW8M/s400/sakae+lunchie+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lovely NG Family, if i marry next time, I'll change my husband's sirname to a NG too (: it is very simple to remember and write, its just 2 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxjBj_aKsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/NE3O6E-_vJo/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277201741863594690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxjBj_aKsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/NE3O6E-_vJo/s400/sakae+lunchie+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis was laughing at my brother trying to drink miso soup from a straw. My unagi bento was awesome. the eel dripping with sauce. Just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxjB-H3UKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/jbVhJddhgHM/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277201748878381218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxjB-H3UKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/jbVhJddhgHM/s400/sakae+lunchie+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis has a dimple! Everyone in my family has a dimple. THATS SO UNFAIR. Never mind, it'll develop along as I grow bigger, like some expansions to the skin or something,. DADDYYYYY~ you gave didi and meimei some holes in their cheeks, why not me!!! MUMMMMMYYYYY~ why didn't you give me a dimple, maybe it got lost in your womb or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxiBlOCJAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1PyGDrGKwFk/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277200642681742338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxiBlOCJAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1PyGDrGKwFk/s400/sakae+lunchie+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with or without dimpies. i can still smile. Ooh, look at my long long legs. I can seee a little muscles (: must be from the swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxiBHAGB0I/AAAAAAAAAyE/vui4oGISRJU/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277200634570213186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxiBHAGB0I/AAAAAAAAAyE/vui4oGISRJU/s400/sakae+lunchie+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camwhoring in the toilet. thats why girls take so long time in the toilet, you guys think we have so much to pee meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxiBXC0VtI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XcWeULz9yPs/s1600-h/sakae+lunchie+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277200638876604114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxiBXC0VtI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XcWeULz9yPs/s400/sakae+lunchie+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family &amp;amp; I went to this uber cook sakae restaurant, &amp;amp; we its so Jappy, and we loved it so much, that my sis wanted to become a A japanese permanent citizen! then we kept going "oishi!" &amp;amp; rubbed our tummies and then start burping. Mum found that totally amusing, Dad was very happy too(: I love it when my family is so so so together, cuz they are the ones who'll stand by me no matter what I do, and no matter what I say, I'll always have a part in this place I call home. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(See, i told you, I reached this AHA! moment, this state of nirvana, and at total peace with myself. Man, spread the joy man! Yipee, its gonna be Xmas soon!! I love this part of the year most, hey, it's not cuz of the presents &amp;amp;all alright (althought I love getting them) but its a time to be kissing under the mistletoe people ((: lol, i was joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18791033-2995404895155994753?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2995404895155994753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=2995404895155994753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/2995404895155994753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/2995404895155994753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-trying-to-point-at-my-brother-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STxnRTmL0MI/AAAAAAAAA1k/L5QkLtlCmsM/s72-c/sakae+lunchie+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-1564444961180584275</id><published>2008-12-04T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:38:19.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfdMvKN7iI/AAAAAAAAAxU/FEKjTGX0ubk/s1600-h/nice!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275928699375316514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfdMvKN7iI/AAAAAAAAAxU/FEKjTGX0ubk/s400/nice!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after Band dinner! This is my favourite picture! I don't know why Nic is covering there. Not like me and maddy's gonna kick it right? although we have those awesome high heel shoes.* Smiles evilly. I can totally imagine zhengyong's pervertic smile, with his eyebrows doing some weird dances/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy's really an amateur, not that I wanna pick on her. But she was wearing those baby heels! those with the lights and those Mary had a little lamb music. She was complaining that she sinks in the mud and guess what? she was immobile the next day, yep. she had to crawl to work next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, i STILL was brave enough to wear heels to work the next day. But it snapped, and thats another story, we'll keep it for another day. Yep, she had the FOREVER 21 cross with Topshop look. We were the last to leave the place, cuz we were camwhored. Wheeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfdMdVyaaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qgTiRxKRip0/s1600-h/me+and+maddy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275928694592006562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfdMdVyaaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qgTiRxKRip0/s400/me+and+maddy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is gonna be all about maddy, cuz she was the one who gave me the cookie recipe and all these pictures. i think it was prettaye sheena or cutee evan who took this pic. I don't know what was with maddy's hand the entire night, it was like that all the way. I think this was during Adil's speech (sorry man, no offence dey :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfdMCVJ75I/AAAAAAAAAw8/VU7seE4l7FA/s1600-h/me+and+chleo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275928687341596562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfdMCVJ75I/AAAAAAAAAw8/VU7seE4l7FA/s400/me+and+chleo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is pretty CHLEO. how cool to have a name like that. normally it'll be Chloe or Cole or something. Its awesome to havea cool name, hmm, like MINE! i mean, who has the same name as me in this entire planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer is NO ONE, give yourself a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfcbW-X61I/AAAAAAAAAw0/PDamauKOxO4/s1600-h/grouppie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275927851069598546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfcbW-X61I/AAAAAAAAAw0/PDamauKOxO4/s400/grouppie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evan (the curry pok)&lt;br /&gt;sheena (tau pok), amy the (wan pok), maddy (cow), hosin also known as the (neh neh pok), and lastly jewel (mee pok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfcbCTvdfI/AAAAAAAAAws/q9vaav-a8zw/s1600-h/drinking!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275927845522077170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfcbCTvdfI/AAAAAAAAAws/q9vaav-a8zw/s400/drinking!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is so in that moment kinda thing. Everyone was yam-seng-ing. Although we were in the first table, and nearest to the stage, we still managed to take pictures. We rock man! Next time, we'll be drinking champagnes with our hubbies. OOOOoohhh.&lt;br /&gt;we kept yelling when we supposed to be saying YAMseng, like everyone else, we went "Nananana, don't phunk with my heaaaarrt !" (at least that was what i was saying) " ROARRRRRRRRR" " KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM."Maddy was more like roaring with laughter &amp;amp; of course, Ms Ma stared with that I-DON'T-KNOW-BOTH-YOU-SENIORS-KINDA-FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfca0uSmHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/J-77yxxeImk/s1600-h/drinking+from+glasss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275927841875335282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfca0uSmHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/J-77yxxeImk/s400/drinking+from+glasss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfcacyb8WI/AAAAAAAAAwc/z-FrFVu2oCo/s1600-h/attacking+atm+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275927835450274146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfcacyb8WI/AAAAAAAAAwc/z-FrFVu2oCo/s400/attacking+atm+machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thinking of robbing the atm machine along the way home. It's my first time robbing, so I din't come in prepared, so i started to box the machine (which was made of hard and strong steeel, and some uber powerful metal) Nic was smelling the money we robbed. We're kinda retarded robbers, usually PROFESSIONAL robbers would like flee the scene of the crime, without showing evryone that money snells goood ya? &amp;amp; we still posed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfcaPGZQgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/fvaxTtrbREM/s1600-h/act+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275927831775887874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfcaPGZQgI/AAAAAAAAAwU/fvaxTtrbREM/s400/act+cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day (:&lt;br /&gt;Acting adorable, great day ! many loveeee &lt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-1564444961180584275?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1564444961180584275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=1564444961180584275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1564444961180584275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1564444961180584275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-after-band-dinner-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STfdMvKN7iI/AAAAAAAAAxU/FEKjTGX0ubk/s72-c/nice!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-1019740239271989384</id><published>2008-12-01T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:06:43.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please detach your eyes from this page, and go to my friendster for band pickies! I think maddy has like 70% of mine, which she hasn't given me, cuz she's busy working with a KAUJIE, lets make life easier for you and me, he'll be known as THE COW from today onwards!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I cam-whored, (alright handphone-whored) as and when I'm at my little corner, and when my BIG BOSS is out either playing golf or drinking Teh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was really weird. I had this super new MOTTO for my life. Instead of sitting back and relax, and get told what to do, I had this calling to be initiative. WHICH ALSO MEANS: showing off to your boss that you're capable and should be promoted ASAP. SO i went over to those huge overflowing files, and started taking initiative and typed the whole data from it. I was like super proud of myself, and smiling &amp;amp; sitting super straight, adding some height, extending my neck, hoping BIG BOSS would notice me. yeah, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, everyone was like going bonkers in there. Like " DID YOU SEE THE WORK ORDER FILE?!" " I'M GONNA KARATE CHOP THAT PERSON MAN!" &amp;amp; alot of " NO! I DIN'T SEE IT!" Aiyah, this sort of stuff, is for K.P.Os to kaypoh about. INITIATIVE, amy remember! So, I went " NOPE, NEVER SEEN THAT WORK FILE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE." &amp;amp; i got alot, mind you, ALOT of proud looks when they saw me showing my awesome INITIATIVE.Roger was like overturning his whole desk, allison was walking around in circles for like 50 times and retying her hair another 100 times ( she does that when she's stressed) the Loud hailer- alicia was paging for the LOST FILE&amp;amp; calling everyone who had been in contact with that mystical object. I was there, thinking, it is JUST a file. you can go create a new one, by punching some holes in papers here and there, right. No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'll check in case, you know, if someone had framed me or didn't want me to get the best newcomer award, and OHMYGAWD. when i turned over the file which I was typing from. Written on it was: WORK ORDER. i hate this 2 words for the rest of my career. I got tickled &amp;amp; karate-chopped to death.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i broke my heel on my way to work this morning. So i went barefooted cuz punctuality is key for a upcoming rising businesswoman like me.&lt;br /&gt;( close your mouth leh, weiwei. STOP SAYING my successful carrer is a PINCH ME MOMENT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-1019740239271989384?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1019740239271989384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=1019740239271989384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1019740239271989384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/1019740239271989384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-detach-your-eyes-from-this-page.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-8741961287684861819</id><published>2008-11-28T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:15:40.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STCUbFh-weI/AAAAAAAAAtM/bjDKrIeOCk4/s1600-h/amy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273878356712931810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STCUbFh-weI/AAAAAAAAAtM/bjDKrIeOCk4/s400/amy%27s+band+dinner,+workplace+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STCTycKnSiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/r_tgUhkZybY/s1600-h/amy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STCTyKw-pZI/AAAAAAAAAss/hloex9fzmZQ/s1600-h/amy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STCTASGLNII/AAAAAAAAAr8/wEggVYsguhg/s1600-h/amy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273876796717872258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STCTASGLNII/AAAAAAAAAr8/wEggVYsguhg/s400/amy%27s+band+dinner,+workplace+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm having a real great time at work. I've made friends with like practically the whole company. Uncle Long brought me to pluck some flowers, its cool. When it touches water, it sorta like explodes. I typed my data entry from like 8 am to 6pm, i was like sleeping in front of the com, then Uncle Simon came over &amp;amp; gave me loads of hot candy &amp;amp; forced it into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know what candy it was. Tasted like sambal chilli :S&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, uncle Roger bought me Teh Bing &amp;amp; Teh Halia. I really learnt lots of cool lingo from them leh. They really took care of me, &amp;amp; i feel so welcomed, though it has only been like what? 4 days? Alicia (the super loud hailer of the office) is called SMALL BIRD, cos she's really Blasstisimo all the way. Even if someone is next to her, She'll yell into the PA system and page for the poor guy (who has unfortunately gone pretty deaf by the time she finishes yelling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But, she's super biased to me! Cuz they are only like 4 GIRL administrators, including me. I'm treated like their littlest daughter. Alicia is LOVE, cuz she totally keeps shouting at everyone,like " Si ROGER! haven't collect material! I throw shoe at you ah!" then she'll turn to me, " Amy, you hungry or not? want some Kong Guan Biscuit?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tell you something about ALICIA(my supervisor) EVERONE HAS phobias, right? Like some will be scared of the dark and check if there are any monsters under their bed whatsover, some will be scared of cockroaches and start chasing them around the room with some insecticide, some will be scared playing SOLOS ( THATS ME, obviously) Last time in band, whenever I hear the S word, I'll start clutching anyone's hands. Like on my right: NICHOLAS and on my left (JIAKAI). Then i'll go into panic attacks, my vision will blur, I can't breathe! oh, I'm digressing AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Pause) oh, back to ALicia, GUESS WHAT? she's scared of THE SOUND OF PEOPLE BITING INTO AN APPLE! like WAHpiang man! then she told me the first rule that ever was implemented in the office: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO CRUNCHING OF APPLES NEAR 1m RADIUS OF HER)&lt;/span&gt; so I had to go to the toilet to eat my poor apple or risk being fired. heh heh, that's my ultra-funny boss for you! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Too bad, i can't join them for the company trip to Bali ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright, toodle-dee-doos, people. Weiwei is coming back tomorrow. *claps hands. Oh stop looking at me like that maddy. You haven't grown up, so you wouldn't know about the affairs of the heart. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18791033-8741961287684861819?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8741961287684861819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=8741961287684861819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/8741961287684861819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/8741961287684861819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-having-real-great-time-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/STCUbFh-weI/AAAAAAAAAtM/bjDKrIeOCk4/s72-c/amy%27s+band+dinner,+workplace+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-2852930319195851393</id><published>2008-11-23T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:31:00.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooo~.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo excited, I found a job in a office already! Although I really wanted to be a cashier, but the only vacancies were NTUC. But oh man, imagine if I really worked there, it'd be some OH BIANG. wearing the orangey flowery shirt! Then who knows if they suddenly went shot off hands &amp;amp; wanted me to chop up meat or scale fishes? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywees, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FOUND A JOB&lt;/span&gt;! I'm doind some administration stuff, and guess what!? I have my own computer&amp;amp; my own desk. Cool right? &amp;amp; the best part is my cuzzie's my supervisor (so that explains my deliver-to-the-table-lunches) i think it's a great deal, i even have a recognised thumbprint in those scanner thingies, I really feel like some businesswoman with high heeeel shoessss &amp;amp; go like " You're fired!! " as and when i feel bored, cos there's ALOT of people under me. You can say I'm sort of a big shot (: oh yeah, I really AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiwei is still in Taiwan&amp;amp; i miss him like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;madness):&lt;/span&gt; I can handle it! I have 5 more days. No kick la, I'm a businesswoman already. Nothing daunts me alright! But oh, never mind. He's enjoying himself there, so I kept myself busy by baking cookies with my dear old maddy today. We needed melted butter, so Guesss what? We (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;obviously I, not HER)&lt;/span&gt; held the butter on my hand &amp;amp; stayed under the sun, so it would be melted by the time WE reached my home. unfortunately, the oven went mad &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;burnt like 85% of our cookies&lt;/span&gt;, (lets all bow down our heads and mourn for the loss of these valuable priceless thingys) we baked in record time, like 2 hours for like 120 cookies. Hey maddy, what do you say about starting a joint cooking selling business? lets say, me &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;, you &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;. Cmon! I cracked the eggs and Stirred so professionally, I left most of the mixture in the bowl! All you did was.. bring the soda bicarbonate, sugar, flour, chocolate chips, vanilla flavouring, &amp;amp; keep commenting that I'm very chor-lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Orientation was pretty good. My cuzzie-Allison ( same name as my junior) told me if &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ANYONE &lt;/span&gt;laid a hand on me, she'll whack them up. I think I have the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEST BOSS IN THE WORLD, GOD BLESS ME.&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone! I am at peace with myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-2852930319195851393?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2852930319195851393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=2852930319195851393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/2852930319195851393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/2852930319195851393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/helloooo.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-4225685324600657483</id><published>2008-11-17T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:04:44.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello WORLD! I think I better Start blogging again. Or else everyone is gonna go " Hello, is your blog dead or what" or " if she's gonna blog, we can all strike 4 D!" Thats it man! I'm gonna blog as much as often as I brush teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTdcaFVZzI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gZmbkNyVQ-A/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270580944038094642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTdcaFVZzI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gZmbkNyVQ-A/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is yingsi and me! She has falsies on I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTdcdhTwyI/AAAAAAAAArs/GTv0SYhEsmk/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTdcDl0XMI/AAAAAAAAArk/NHFqOgadiVk/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTdcKL6fkI/AAAAAAAAArc/70oL1OyG8T4/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTdIDpbiSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/qHb7Ox-nn-E/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270580594418092322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTdIDpbiSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/qHb7Ox-nn-E/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, I'm hugging her so darn tight. WE're going for the sultry look, like you know, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTcWQSrHkI/AAAAAAAAAqc/xsum3rtwE2k/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579738818846274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTcWQSrHkI/AAAAAAAAAqc/xsum3rtwE2k/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cuzzie. Martin NG HongJun. Amethyst NG WanPing.&lt;br /&gt;WE share the same grandma/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTcWGVmsUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4QSJOPuuZNc/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579736146784578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTcWGVmsUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4QSJOPuuZNc/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdie and Porky! Long may we live! he met me after work that day, &amp;amp; we modelled some bibycle helmets. But he haven't send me the photos leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTbtC8oATI/AAAAAAAAAps/i45imOscWJw/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579030862070066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTbtC8oATI/AAAAAAAAAps/i45imOscWJw/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best family I ever known! The Garded Family. I really miss those good old days. I'll never ever forget them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTbtB7DjpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MpKdx9Uvbgo/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579030587051666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTbtB7DjpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MpKdx9Uvbgo/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Germaine aka Germy and me. Lets go Sakae soon, prettaye girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTbsneOZnI/AAAAAAAAApk/bR84om8hhpo/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579023486805618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTbsneOZnI/AAAAAAAAApk/bR84om8hhpo/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy, me, QinXin, Kaining.&lt;br /&gt;In 2E4 beofre, we had this digestive system family. I am Shit( no surprise) Hui Keng is the (pancrease). QinXin is the (BILE) i'm trying to think of Mandy's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTcWZsvGGI/AAAAAAAAAqs/xPxxSjeUYBE/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579741344077922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTcWZsvGGI/AAAAAAAAAqs/xPxxSjeUYBE/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaozu ( I dont know, but he has so many names: Yaomilk, Daragon something, Jay Chou etc. Eldon &amp;amp; Ernie the Bernie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTa5_kP_KI/AAAAAAAAApc/daYqwMvNOv0/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270578153781197986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTa5_kP_KI/AAAAAAAAApc/daYqwMvNOv0/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailesh(: He forked out so much for my krumpler. Until now, I still feel so bad. He's uber funny, He and his gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTa54wiRfI/AAAAAAAAApU/N7eeIpEhFxM/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270578151953679858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTa54wiRfI/AAAAAAAAApU/N7eeIpEhFxM/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, he opted for a MR PRESIDENT LOOK that night. Sorry lesh, no where close Obama man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTa5utwv6I/AAAAAAAAApE/c_bHh9wPWpc/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270578149257691042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTa5utwv6I/AAAAAAAAApE/c_bHh9wPWpc/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline&amp;amp; Me. She was very close to me in lower sec. All the fun and laughter we had. &amp;amp; we always gossipped about THAT SAME PERSON for 365 x(times) 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hmm, all of those born in year 1992 are officially grauated &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE9b0yWFRI/AAAAAAAAAos/okZoNsjyId8/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from Swiss Cot for 4 years man, How cool is that. We're all on our way to being legal beings! Let me digress a bit. this November babies(: Happy 16th Nurmatha, Eileen, angeline, Felicia &amp;amp; the rest of the population who popped into the world on this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTbtAiSCoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Hu0rW1ekRAM/s1600-h/AMY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270579030214707842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTbtAiSCoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Hu0rW1ekRAM/s400/AMY%27S++graduation+night+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun &amp;amp; me. This is the closest i got to Shaun Chen. (:I think he's gonna get married to Michelle Chia preety soon. Hmm, Shaun (the unfamous one next to me) is my p1 classmate, i think. I have his photo! My dad took us together on some football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE5toJPVGI/AAAAAAAAAoM/jFXd3Fahe6s/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556495033259106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE5toJPVGI/AAAAAAAAAoM/jFXd3Fahe6s/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jingkuang(: Ahh, let me go lame again, Japan make big ship, Singapore make small ship, You and I make friend ship.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, we've been buddies for since p4, that'll be 7 years and counting babe! He's a great vegetarian, very eco-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE5tyq9y8I/AAAAAAAAAok/iVTl1H7AoxY/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556497859070914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE5tyq9y8I/AAAAAAAAAok/iVTl1H7AoxY/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh lala~Sadded, my bun came off, i look so UGH. micky looks sweet, i swear! loads of girls look like princesses on prom night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE5t8CCTZI/AAAAAAAAAoc/kIserl8wedQ/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556500371754386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE5t8CCTZI/AAAAAAAAAoc/kIserl8wedQ/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, looks like we share the same hoop earing. God, I'm so tanned. We started off with the SAME skin tone since sec1, then smtg went wrong as the years went by, i have a darker face than her!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE5tg_drJI/AAAAAAAAAoU/hGQmlL_sJGo/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269556493113207954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE5tg_drJI/AAAAAAAAAoU/hGQmlL_sJGo/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qiu is so damn pretty. ahhh, i look like a retard,&lt;br /&gt;but who cares, she looks great &amp;amp;i can't possicly bring myself to delete this pic, can I!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE2qnZsC2I/AAAAAAAAAnk/Up5cTn4J5oA/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269553144759323490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE2qnZsC2I/AAAAAAAAAnk/Up5cTn4J5oA/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i hear Wedding bells ringing? ain't they sweet. THEY'RE JUST FRIENDS, wipe off that smirk of your face. nice tie, des.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE2rHpfsuI/AAAAAAAAAns/xt2zFCtCC40/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269553153415557858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE2rHpfsuI/AAAAAAAAAns/xt2zFCtCC40/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to back. Again, why are they smiling SO HAPPILY?&lt;/div&gt;Ahh, that's for me to know &amp;amp; for you to find out! Nic, stop smsing me in the middle of th night and ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE2rQho0MI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ODrIfzQNB1o/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269553155798520002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE2rQho0MI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ODrIfzQNB1o/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, my darling joany joan, we've been through alot. I've seen her cry her heart out &amp;amp; she's seen me weeping my eyeballs out. thanks dear, you've ALWAYS been there for me, always NEAR me (next door) Can you believe it? We fell for the same guy, guess what? in the end, we sorta dumped him SOMEHOW. that proves one thing, friendship is way more impt than some guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE2rbSXKsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0XHfCnknGyY/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269553158687238850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE2rbSXKsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0XHfCnknGyY/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is my most unglam photo that whole night. I look like i have great difficulty closing my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me &amp;amp; another of my darling, thanks man, for always putting up with my nonsense. I always embarrass her somehow, everytime and everywhere. (according to her) I seriously doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE1vL36NJI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PDGKYcx1mx8/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269552123757606034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE1vL36NJI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PDGKYcx1mx8/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babes! sorry its all my lousy camera's fault. heard that mum, and that's why I keep asking (very politely) for a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE1vKuKksI/AAAAAAAAAms/tQ3jpeshVxE/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269552123448300226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE1vKuKksI/AAAAAAAAAms/tQ3jpeshVxE/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we look so stylish eh, oh my god!! Look at ELIZ!! she's so Vogue-ish(: shan's so erm, lets see Cleo-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE1u4qjtTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/G9dzi9AACIc/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269552118601332018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE1u4qjtTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/G9dzi9AACIc/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was supposed to turn out better than this, Again MUM!! look at this horrible quality photo (hint hint, new came-ahem ahem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE1umTSJLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RurZFbiemfw/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269552113671873714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSE1umTSJLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RurZFbiemfw/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody (: suyu (: they're very cute people, they just went next to me when i was eatind roasted chicken and placed the camera in front of me. then *CHINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEyaztWqLI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kY_UKUWBU0k/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269548475138615474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEyaztWqLI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kY_UKUWBU0k/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She knows my mum!!! I think my mum taught ger back in primary school. On my first day, mum practically dragged me off to " meet a very good and nice girl", hoping that I would be Positively influenced. C'mon man, I think I'm a pretty good girl already.Anyway, world! This is Yamuna. My sis says she looks like a Keira barbie doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEwQdv596I/AAAAAAAAAlc/SHPNHxDQwro/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269546098421790626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEwQdv596I/AAAAAAAAAlc/SHPNHxDQwro/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pingping &amp;amp; weiwei. oh right, sounds so disgusting. Amy &amp;amp; Alex. sounds better. I still don;t understand Why is his eyes so small? can see anything meh?&lt;br /&gt;* aiyah, can see me can already yeah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269546089427782722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEwP8PkTEI/AAAAAAAAAlU/BndMJwFkKbA/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were late for the registration thingsy. He kept going on and on about missing the cocktails and stuff, I just pushed the air con on him and turn on full blast. So he was talking to the aircon for like an hour, &amp;amp; no surprise, everyone stared at him. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm was posting &amp;amp; typing this, when he wanted to read.&lt;br /&gt;amyy(: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amyy(: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no peeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amyy(: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or else your eye balls will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;amyy(: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you hear m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A].L.E.[X] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A].L.E.[X] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! What a behaved little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEwP_nDGoI/AAAAAAAAAlM/-A2nUqkPlco/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269546090331576962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEwP_nDGoI/AAAAAAAAAlM/-A2nUqkPlco/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and pretty Eileen(: Hmm, happy 16th my dear!although I think I'm super late in wishing you that. okay, I give you my heart for compensation alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEwPveVURI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bLsHCNfFdfU/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269546086000054546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEwPveVURI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bLsHCNfFdfU/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh man! the E6 girls! Hmm, from the right:june ( she may seem a bit cold initially, but when she warms up, she can be really nice) NAOMI: that's my cuzzie's name! we call her NANA for short, so I gave the BIG NAOMI another name :NANA, Don't worry, she responds MOST OF THE TIME. Jing Ting(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEwPQwzz_I/AAAAAAAAAk8/WQXPIg53OaM/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269546077756051442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEwPQwzz_I/AAAAAAAAAk8/WQXPIg53OaM/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this with THE PROM QUEEN before she was crowned! See, i know someone good when I see her at first sight. I got this sign she'll win. I knew she'll win! Oh right, I'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEvfUmb9pI/AAAAAAAAAk0/szeTFsMzY7A/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269545254152566418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEvfUmb9pI/AAAAAAAAAk0/szeTFsMzY7A/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor thing, Joanna was like complaining about her high heel shoes. So we all took off our shoes and walked bare footed in the toilet. feels so carefree. actually, if you can't tell. She's sitting on the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEvfJCc0_I/AAAAAAAAAks/YRF_D5o1jz4/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269545251048838130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEvfJCc0_I/AAAAAAAAAks/YRF_D5o1jz4/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She styled her hair! Felicia! I call her Fel for short/: Please refer to the first few pictures. She's actually wearing coordianted outfits! with THAT SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEvfETA9jI/AAAAAAAAAkk/NFvTUyL1J1k/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269545249776137778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEvfETA9jI/AAAAAAAAAkk/NFvTUyL1J1k/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizzy(: She wore this checkered top underneath this black short dress. It's so ELIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEveyDO1yI/AAAAAAAAAkc/gQl1GhN5J2E/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269545244878100258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEveyDO1yI/AAAAAAAAAkc/gQl1GhN5J2E/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't get enough of her. See? she's really happy, she's trying to say I LOVE AMETHYST. She's at the AMER part. Poor shann lost her camera, I mean. the person should have taken mine instead! So i aould have a good excuse of getting another one that doesn't conk out after taking 80 photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEve3evQaI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zADzIlSl904/s1600-h/Amy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269545246335648162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSEve3evQaI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zADzIlSl904/s400/Amy%27s+graduation+night+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jiayi! She's ultra adorable, don't you think. She is my real good friend too. I told her some of my most embarrassing stuff. &amp;amp; guess what, she's a great person to tell. Cuz she simply forgets! Ahh, Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lazy upload so many pickies.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  It's so many. So here's some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/18791033-4225685324600657483?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4225685324600657483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=4225685324600657483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/4225685324600657483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/4225685324600657483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-world-i-guess-i-better-start.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SSTdcaFVZzI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gZmbkNyVQ-A/s72-c/AMY%27S++graduation+night+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-3895440564216338402</id><published>2008-06-18T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T03:11:53.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUrxZyB2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ucn6tgeoYS4/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213150417142286178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="282" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUrxZyB2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ucn6tgeoYS4/s400/DSC00427.JPG" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking shana!-.- alright alright, let you enter the picture if you want (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjT6JAFVOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Iih6wOHhxsw/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213149564483491042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjT6JAFVOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Iih6wOHhxsw/s400/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since ms kaur asked us to cover ourselves up, we really really did.&lt;br /&gt;I looked like i was going to the himalayans with all those scarves and the long sleeve things. if you threw me into the fridge for a few days, i really was prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjT6voHXhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uCFLFrJQOMI/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213149574851943954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="397" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjT6voHXhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uCFLFrJQOMI/s400/DSC00422.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Des looks like chikohpeh now, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;or is he going to sleep again? He really sleeps 24/7, open chem textbook and he literally disappears behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjT6ZcNnXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/mCnwR_u3T7E/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213149568896441714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjT6ZcNnXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/mCnwR_u3T7E/s400/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least he's awake now. all of us met about 9.30 ++&lt;br /&gt;the plus plus was added cos, a few weren't there and we were&lt;br /&gt;going to be late already. I called gerard hp, and his mum was like (tiredly)&lt;br /&gt;hello? gerard chu menrle. then i called his home, his mum loves picking it up&lt;br /&gt;so she went, TA YI JING CHU MENRLER?! sorry oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANZI AND ME!! " Dont want.. dont want lah, dont wan.. (click)&lt;br /&gt;photo taken. piece of cake to take photo with you lah, han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjT7Eb14xI/AAAAAAAAAX4/muHTjvwOyyg/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213149580437611282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjT7Eb14xI/AAAAAAAAAX4/muHTjvwOyyg/s400/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that we were scammed by the old fogey taxi driver. he pretended he knew where the temple was. then he still tried to strike up a conversation with alex, but wasn't successful. alex was busy staring out of the window counting some grass.&lt;br /&gt;then he looked through the mirror and started laughing at us. (at the backseat)&lt;br /&gt;" still got cheese eh? HAHA, so cute. still smile ah?" er, uncle ah, take photo sure got smile one right? then you want us to beat ourselves and cry meh? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUsPxg9dI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ICD0udpNwF0/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213150425294894546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUsPxg9dI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ICD0udpNwF0/s400/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that wasn't the main point, he dropped us off at some ulu place.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where we were, then called habib.He said it was a yellow temple.we were spinning in 360 degrees looking for some sign of yellow. but it was all some weird smelly old buildings. Then we called hanzi, she sad it was somewhere on a hill. Some mount thingy and it was WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;alamak, bib doesn't even know how to DIFFERENTIATE the two colours. dy/dx also fail. tak tsk (:&lt;br /&gt;Then we ended up some church! took another cabbie and alex was like super fierce to the uncle. "YOU KNOW WHERE IS ST. MARGS PRI? YOU KNOW WHERE? YOU KNOW YOU KNOW??" the uncle was like " noo. i don't.. is it near some hill? (answers gently and timidly)&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, we mananged to survive the amazing race, and we missed the entrance of the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? we were so so so very sadded. shan looks like she's going to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjVzGXtbvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9zlKKfICENg/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213151642541453042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjVzGXtbvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9zlKKfICENg/s400/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sai and me. he was VERY unwilling to take a photo with me.&lt;br /&gt;Please leh, not here, not here, i look very ugly.i look.. (clicks once again)&lt;br /&gt;he still managed to show his pearly whites. but hey, i think mine is still whiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjVPETQYII/AAAAAAAAAY4/NKmcLDxr02Q/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213151023510610050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjVPETQYII/AAAAAAAAAY4/NKmcLDxr02Q/s400/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjVOzkaKDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/z-ArGae3JLc/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213151019019151410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjVOzkaKDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/z-ArGae3JLc/s400/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is akanksha and me. i'm just a fake indian- wannabe. she's aunthentic and 100% genuine. I'm a fake imiatation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUs4Hi1tI/AAAAAAAAAYg/abUJ0yefpQ0/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213150436124710610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUs4Hi1tI/AAAAAAAAAYg/abUJ0yefpQ0/s400/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think someone farted in this enclosed place. nah, i was just joshing.&lt;br /&gt;If it really was tue, i'll be running around in circles and praying for a gas tank already right?&lt;br /&gt;we are now arabs. Whee, shan, eliz and amy &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUsZRsb9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/giw7cLUNXx0/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213150427845783506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUsZRsb9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/giw7cLUNXx0/s400/DSC00435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;please guys, appreciate my rare gift of photography.This picture sure is a beauty! the colour, tone,contrast is so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know why, i just had the right feeling, and pressed the button with my talented thumb. and there we have, a piece of art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm so lucky, (thanks god and smiles widely) I have a pic with oh-so-prettaye&lt;br /&gt;ms kaur.Mdm kaur, or Mrs singh? Anything lah, up to you lor. you happy you call what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUsigZWWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SXzT-DWdhDo/s1600-h/DSC00439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213150430323366242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUsigZWWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SXzT-DWdhDo/s400/DSC00439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjVOfaHT1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/9Dem1M5vhEQ/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213151013607264082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjVOfaHT1I/AAAAAAAAAYo/9Dem1M5vhEQ/s400/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjT5w9bCpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/6tb2msFFxqk/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213149558029879954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjT5w9bCpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/6tb2msFFxqk/s400/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjVy89kMII/AAAAAAAAAZI/G_-sqY-v-bs/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213151640015876226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjVy89kMII/AAAAAAAAAZI/G_-sqY-v-bs/s400/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, went plaza sing. &amp;amp; suffered alot of contacts side effects. But i was so darn well taken care of with orange juice and coconot juice.then went meet up with jiayi! We did the best thing on earth! We were going... tuition (applause stops) yep, physics. cool eh. me, jiayi and gerard sat tgt. So i dared gerard to ask a high level physics question, he kept blushing and smiling to himself. jiayi was diff, she was roaring to everyone. i was calm and composed, as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-3895440564216338402?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3895440564216338402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=3895440564216338402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/3895440564216338402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/3895440564216338402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-taking-shana.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjUrxZyB2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ucn6tgeoYS4/s72-c/DSC00427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18791033.post-6713909842701620006</id><published>2008-06-18T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:19:17.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eliz is seriously responsible for the ozone layer depletion.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjKkzqPp2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/XUAnk8nzroQ/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213139302372845410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjKkzqPp2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/XUAnk8nzroQ/s400/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's shana dress. She wore a black shirt with a tube dress.how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjKkeA2MSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/q4EnCvdtFWE/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213139296562065698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjKkeA2MSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/q4EnCvdtFWE/s400/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjKknmWAfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hElb3lWW7Tc/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213139299135259122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjKknmWAfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hElb3lWW7Tc/s400/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I've never really kept my new year resolution of blogging huh.&lt;br /&gt;* looks around the room *&lt;br /&gt;Mum's not here. So, i'll say something she totally is against. "There's always next year right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, on the 13th. What did I do (screws face and stares up the ceiling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjNmMZm9yI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KgeUsXCRIu4/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213142624728708898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjNmMZm9yI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KgeUsXCRIu4/s400/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjMpxZgAdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xgBMp1fCFr4/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213141586688344530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjMpxZgAdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xgBMp1fCFr4/s400/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjMpjOExzI/AAAAAAAAAWg/yh7sQ7mt-6A/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213141582882326322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjMpjOExzI/AAAAAAAAAWg/yh7sQ7mt-6A/s400/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjMpQYLYWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iPmbXNjo8RQ/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213141577824428386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjMpQYLYWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iPmbXNjo8RQ/s400/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dying of stomach ache, but seee? shana accompany me and thats why we're smiling.Cos i'm thinking of my bolster when i get home! and she's thinking of tom kaulitz.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjL1DB8sEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BrYz6FiHOQ0/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213140680888332354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjL1DB8sEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BrYz6FiHOQ0/s400/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta dah, the two As. Angeline and Amethyst.&lt;br /&gt;If my mum registered me as Amethyst Ng wan ping, rather than Ng Wan Ping, Amethyst, i'll be register no.1. first in alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. ah hah! ms Kaur's pre wedding partaye.&lt;br /&gt;nail polish day at eliz's house. I was peeping at eliz's ah mah. She had a high tolerance level for the smelly nail polish. She was still quite happy chopping her veggies.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi voluntarily cleaned up the house, thats why she's mariah. or was it siti?&lt;br /&gt;(kidding lah, she spilled BLACK polish on WHITE floor) yeah, you get the picture now eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjL3R-cO8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/uekPfklAWew/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213140719259892674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjL3R-cO8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/uekPfklAWew/s400/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks like a beyblader right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjMqIIFctI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NgJGApTctyM/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213141592789316306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjMqIIFctI/AAAAAAAAAWw/NgJGApTctyM/s400/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spot the similarity and stand a chance to win a prize (: closing date: 00-00-08&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, results will be telecasted on hfsdjlhjl channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, who cares about the prize lah.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you the answer;&lt;br /&gt;WE are all higher chinse noobs dressed in pink, Get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjL1qB20NI/AAAAAAAAAV4/l5nxXsU_Yb4/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213140691356930258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjL1qB20NI/AAAAAAAAAV4/l5nxXsU_Yb4/s400/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjL1qB20NI/AAAAAAAAAV4/l5nxXsU_Yb4/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE girls (in order: eliz, shana, jiayi, debbie, jiayi, angeline, me, germaine, eileeen, irene )did loads of henna, so we're preetty glad. I'm so sorry debs, I totally wiped her hand &amp;amp; her 'DEBBIE" was smudged. malu malu. I wanted to pull her hand to get the indian thingy dotsy sticky on forehead- thingy, and nice going amy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjNk2auzrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mPgG2gp95ew/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213142601647967922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjNk2auzrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mPgG2gp95ew/s400/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and lyn. I bent down so she wouldn't have to tiptoe. Get the obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so liitle whittish dessert left. So i chiong all the way to scoop the remains ( without spoling my henna)&amp;amp; headed back to my girls. The poor white thing got loads of weird stares &amp;amp; irene went sniffing it. RENE ah, it's not that disgusting mucus lah. Look until like that, wound my heart leh D:&lt;br /&gt;Dancing and dancing, i almost wanted to become an indian, cos the girls were like so flexible and everything. like some movable jelly, even MR PARVINDER SINGH. My godness man, his beard is erm, pretty shiny and looks very nutrientful. Think he brushes it everyday and prides himself with those silky roots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjMpb_DNSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/GyuqO3yMsIs/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213141580940260642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjMpb_DNSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/GyuqO3yMsIs/s400/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjNl78L9TI/AAAAAAAAAXA/n5m1aRcOTzI/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213142620310336818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjNl78L9TI/AAAAAAAAAXA/n5m1aRcOTzI/s400/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i was trying to hold andrew's face up or something. i'll learn from fel next time. just pretend you can see when youre double-visioning from your contacts. actually she was blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Poor amy, couldnt join in the dancing cos she was terminlly down with a stomach ache. Aww, what a perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;~Fel, you're a poor liar you know. But, I reallly felt cared for &amp;amp;&amp;amp; you're a real pal (:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjL0_8U6FI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ynHw-GCTlV0/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213140680059447378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjL0_8U6FI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ynHw-GCTlV0/s400/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjNmQNh6LI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/AFnSoTDvB2s/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213142625751787698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="309" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjNmQNh6LI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/AFnSoTDvB2s/s400/DSC00408.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18791033-6713909842701620006?l=complicatedreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6713909842701620006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18791033&amp;postID=6713909842701620006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/6713909842701620006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18791033/posts/default/6713909842701620006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://complicatedreality.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-see-ive-never-really-kept-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>dream_kisser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07829863746847657384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUD5HIbzlVU/SFjKkzqPp2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/XUAnk8nzroQ/s72-c/DSC00362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
