<?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-30477900</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:26:58.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours Truly, Amanda.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinderellynsnow.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;remember to leave ur comments people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-6761946908362551950?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/6761946908362551950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=6761946908362551950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/6761946908362551950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-30477900.post-3355765514879688743</id><published>2007-02-24T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:01:31.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my 100th post &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so maybe, i'll blog about something meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY PPL, REMEMBER JULY 15!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. ignore my retardedness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at exactly 930am this morning, a china woman is in my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to promote some air cleansing system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she keeps asking personal stuff like how old are you, which sch you go to yadaayadaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dang! just promote your stuff and get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i'm being mean but really what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its damn hard to communicate cos my chinese is really limited and my mum's chinese is even worse. my dad? needless to say, his level of chinese is atrocious. like how a primary school boy speaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats why my chinese sucks (ehem, verbally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a good note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bought 'it started with a kiss' vcds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035300430838712354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/ReD7EE2DSCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/p0KQfPO9Etc/s400/25022007224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035301057903937586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/ReD7ok2DSDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jPPzxmBAHyE/s400/25022007225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cant wait to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i should start selling some of my vcds. its hogging 40% of my drawer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone interested?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: i cant wait for monday's gathering! hohoho.&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/30477900-3355765514879688743?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/3355765514879688743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=3355765514879688743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/3355765514879688743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/3355765514879688743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-my-100th-post-so-maybe-ill-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/ReD7EE2DSCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/p0KQfPO9Etc/s72-c/25022007224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-8121424792784556888</id><published>2007-02-23T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T17:57:05.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>working with agnes was just &lt;s&gt;weird&lt;/s&gt; memorable.&lt;br /&gt;she goes to the toilet like a gazillion times and she keeps rambling on how much she wants to get a Gucci bag. AND she's my age.&lt;br /&gt;i was like ' wah, expensive, expensive.' other than that, i dont know what to say. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;and I'M SELLING A PAIR OF CHARLES AND KEITH FLATS.&lt;br /&gt;ITS IN A SHADE OF PEWTER, SIZE 35, AND I JUST BOUGHT IT YTD.&lt;br /&gt;VERY NEW.&lt;br /&gt;if hadnt been for the fact it was too tight for me, i wouldnt want to sell it.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SELLING IT FOR 15 BUCKS, BARGAINING IS WELCOMED.&lt;br /&gt;ANYBODY INTERESTED CAN LEAVE DOWN YOUR EMAIL ON MY TAGBOARD AND I'LL GET BACK TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL POST THE PICTURE OF THE SHOE ON MY NEXT POST cos' i'm in a rush today.&lt;br /&gt;its very new so dont worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-8121424792784556888?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/8121424792784556888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=8121424792784556888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/8121424792784556888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/8121424792784556888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/working-with-agnes-was-just-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-4940125608567584704</id><published>2007-02-20T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:20:53.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya, i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;back from ang bao collecting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this year's haul is damn measely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cos gonggong passed away last year after cny so this year, relatives on my dad's side arent supposed to give out ang baos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well. at least i do get some ang baos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;know what?&lt;br /&gt;i think my luck's arriving already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha. wanzhen told me that fugly sookee guy lost my number. (:(:(:(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;apparently he lost it somewhere (yay!) and he came over to ask for it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soooooo, i'm praying wanzhen didnt give it to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she hasnt replied me yet so i'm keeping my hopes high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think this has been the greatest news ever. since cny arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now for some pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033786216823748066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RduZ5OEJdeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/W3CX4xC9hLA/s400/18022007209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ashley darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish you good luck for your braces! and PSLE! haha, had mine like 5 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033787239025964530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/Rdua0uEJdfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fpjap5lb9Us/s400/18022007212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'll get back at you for that rabbit ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033787956285502978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdubeeEJdgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PN27k5SBzUw/s400/18022007214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY PIG OF THE YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oinkoink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033788617710466578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RducE-EJdhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/hFBZfq1cMUU/s400/18022007218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;okkk, i look weird here. apparently my cousins are all cam whores. cos they saw me and ashley snapping away so they ( especially eugene) were like ' me also, me also'. LOL. and the reason why i looked damn squashed cos eugene was sitting on my lap and there's darius who is 2 (i think) scambling for the cam. right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033789863250982434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdudNeEJdiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ntKs9FxId8k/s400/18022007222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;darius! aww, you look so so cute! he's like the cutest person alive ok. and he doesnt want to cut his hair cos he wants to look like me. haha. just kidding. but that was what he said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i should stop doing that snout thingy cos what if my nose gets really distorted and it remains a...snout? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha, HAPPY PIGGY YEAR, EVERYONE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: aye, share your ang bao with me leh! &lt;33&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-4940125608567584704?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/4940125608567584704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=4940125608567584704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/4940125608567584704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/4940125608567584704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/heya-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RduZ5OEJdeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/W3CX4xC9hLA/s72-c/18022007209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-7671974065116446122</id><published>2007-02-17T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:30:22.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is just retarded.&lt;br /&gt;i hope michelle puts me at the raffles place branch forever.&lt;br /&gt;cos i really really DO NOT want to see that old (&amp;fat&amp;amp;ugly&amp;fugly) sookee guy at central ever ever again.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i'm young ok, i nearly got an heart attack today.&lt;br /&gt;like totally.&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (recording sales)&lt;br /&gt;old sookee guy: (walked into mitju) hello!&lt;br /&gt;me: oh hi.&lt;br /&gt;old sookee guy: are u free tonight?&lt;br /&gt;me: (freaked out, i totally thought i heard the wrong thing or something) huh?&lt;br /&gt;old sookee guy: do you want to watch a movie tonight?&lt;br /&gt;me: watch movie? (super freaked out) i am having a reunion dinner with my family tonight, so not free.&lt;br /&gt;old sookee guy: what about other days?&lt;br /&gt;me: ermm, i have to work everyday, so no time. ( lying like nobody's business and i hate lying, it gets my face red all the time)&lt;br /&gt;old sookee guy: can i have your number? maybe i can ask u out another day or sth?&lt;br /&gt;me: (screaming inside:NONONONONONO) right. ok. ********&lt;br /&gt;(seriously i have absolutely no idea whats wrong with me. am i like stupid or what?!)&lt;br /&gt;(jiali came back)&lt;br /&gt;old sookee guy: ok thanks, byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;OMG,&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;i'm spastic ok.&lt;br /&gt;can i just lie about the damn number?!&lt;br /&gt;why did i give him the real one?!&lt;br /&gt;guess what, he's old enough to be my father. like seriously, i'm not being sarcastic or what.&lt;br /&gt;dammit ok, i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;jiali was like ' why you give him the real number?! you can lie ma!'&lt;br /&gt;i was ' i dont know, nobody taught me.'&lt;br /&gt;rightttt.&lt;br /&gt;that old fat guy hit on me.&lt;br /&gt;rightttt.&lt;br /&gt;EWW GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;grossgrossgrosss.&lt;br /&gt;when rachel comes back from malaysia, she's gonna laugh like mad.&lt;br /&gt;at me.&lt;br /&gt;oh great.&lt;br /&gt;how nice.&lt;br /&gt;and CNY's supposed to be lucky.&lt;br /&gt;bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;lucky my ass.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like the most unluckiest person in s'pore. no, make that the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;aye, i'm damn scared now.&lt;br /&gt;what if he calls me? what if he smses?&lt;br /&gt;someone teach me what to say pls.&lt;br /&gt;i have no frigging idea.&lt;br /&gt;(buries head into pillow and scream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to digress: i think mrs yuen looks great on her album cover.&lt;br /&gt;GO MRS YUEN! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032513583654204850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdcUcOEJdbI/AAAAAAAAANs/m9iAJ7mtJ9U/s400/15022007199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032513287301461410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdcUK-EJdaI/AAAAAAAAANk/0mtx_EW6ktM/s400/15022007200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and while i worry about unknown calls,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CNY PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;GONG XI FA CAI&lt;br /&gt;of course, HONG BAO NA LAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032513785517667778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdcUn-EJdcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/k9t7xZLpN1c/s400/17022007201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032514073280476626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdcU4uEJddI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vv-XbPGgKTM/s400/17022007202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;p/s: reunion dinner was fab! was yours too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and,&lt;br /&gt;this song's dedicated to fel.&lt;br /&gt;cool, i sound like a deejay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Will Learn To Love Again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To love again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in tears that wont be me&lt;br /&gt;I will soon be free the chains of all this pain inside&lt;br /&gt;And though I cry&lt;br /&gt;it wont be long till I regain the strength to know&lt;br /&gt;I can go on&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way&lt;br /&gt;through the heart break&lt;br /&gt;I will not give up on love&lt;br /&gt;I believeI will learn to love again&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to trust&lt;br /&gt;Once this heart can start to mend&lt;br /&gt;I will learn toLearn to love again&lt;br /&gt;All of these tears&lt;br /&gt; time will dry them&lt;br /&gt;I will survive them&lt;br /&gt;And make it through into another day all of this pain&lt;br /&gt;Time will heal it there&lt;br /&gt; be a time sometime I know&lt;br /&gt;I won't feel it&lt;br /&gt;I will live through life without you after the hurting is done&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find someone who deserves my touch after all the hurt is through&lt;br /&gt;I will be so over you&lt;br /&gt; I will not give up on love&lt;br /&gt;I believe yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah yeah oh oh love again&lt;br /&gt;(To love again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3  love you lots, fellyfishheee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-7671974065116446122?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/7671974065116446122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=7671974065116446122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/7671974065116446122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/7671974065116446122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is-just-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdcUcOEJdbI/AAAAAAAAANs/m9iAJ7mtJ9U/s72-c/15022007199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-5737319920874333755</id><published>2007-02-14T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:54:13.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;i feel super selfish and retarded ok.&lt;br /&gt;mom had to miss her lunch just because i whined about hating to see ms lim.&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with me? its only ms lim.&lt;br /&gt;and because of me and my irritatingly selfish attitude, my mom had to cab down to school and see that hag.&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously irritated and pissed off at myself.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld just print a self shot and throw darts at it, it might just make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;dang. amanda you suck!&lt;br /&gt;like big time!&lt;br /&gt;after all these times you keep bitching about other people, you STINK the most ok.&lt;br /&gt;lousy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and you still have the cheek to go shopping! wah lau. how materialistic can you get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(laugh out loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not used to this scolding-yourself phase.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping for the third time in this week with fel and von.&lt;br /&gt;this time, its VIVO.&lt;br /&gt;its been ages since i've been there.&lt;br /&gt;i like the feeling of mangozaratopshopforever21 being squeezed into one shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;actually not squeezed cos the outlets were super big and that means more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;whoopppeee!&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i did the most bimbotic thing in topshop.&lt;br /&gt;i saw this mirror thing that makes you look ultra slim there and the three of us starting snapping away. (loads of fun, girlfriends!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031631225572914546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdPx8OEJdXI/AAAAAAAAANE/4mR6zHRCgkY/s400/14022007192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;look! our limbs look like sticks and i nearly wanted to buy this awesome mirror home! (just kidding la, i'm not so self-obsessed)&lt;br /&gt;and another thing. i'm not being a green-eyed monster here BUT who needs guys on valentines' day?! we three had the blast of our lives laughing! (at fel's hideous laughter) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and i think the tom yam soup totally burned my throat. i woke up with inflammed tonsils and bloody phlegms. (ok, eww) NO thai express for me in the near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and fel, thanks for the rose and note. i know u've always been secretly in love with me. haha. kidding again. the rose still smells nice even though its dead. did you like spray perfume on it or something?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031633970057016706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdP0b-EJdYI/AAAAAAAAANM/KDjbOGF5TTg/s400/15022007197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: more pics when fel comes online! and remember to tag pls! (: &amp;amp; &lt;3!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-5737319920874333755?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5737319920874333755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=5737319920874333755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5737319920874333755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5737319920874333755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-end-my-mom-saved-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdPx8OEJdXI/AAAAAAAAANE/4mR6zHRCgkY/s72-c/14022007192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-5757563188747107379</id><published>2007-02-13T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:46:42.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;mom sprang a huge bombshell on me the moment i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I AM SUPPOSED TO GO DOWN TO GM AND SEE MS LIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes, miss lim. the vice principal. lim ah lian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;apparently my mom was too busy with her work to go down to gm herself and i have to take her place. like what the *?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its all about the darned C6 on my results slip. wah lau eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my mom wants to make sure moe didnt make a mistake cos my english has all along been pretty decent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think the worst grade i got in my entire secondary life was a b4. never a C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a part of me wants to check if there's a mistake or not but another part dreads to see ms lim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh come on, if you can help it, do you want to see ms lim? hell no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;worst still, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was instructed to go during the 2-3 o clock period when everyone's going back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seriously oh greattt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i need somebody desperately to accompany me but joanne's not free. fel and evonnie are at the zoo at mandai (!) and mab is schooling, i suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohh greattt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thats what i need most. everyone to be not free when i need them the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on a totally different note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my dad got a spanking new plasma tv and a new refrigerator!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031235457221490002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdKJ_eEJdVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h-WNyYCsceY/s400/13022007173_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ma new baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i was joking about not needing glasses when watching tv the other day. LOL. everything's so frigging clear! oh boy, i love my new teevee! whopppee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and of course, there's the new fridge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031236518078412130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdKK9OEJdWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jq00044BoQY/s400/13022007179_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i think the new fridge looks wayyy more classier than the previous one. well, it does look more state-in-the-art. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aye, seriously. i do feel abit scared leh. what am i going to wear? does miss lim approve of shorts? cos' the weather's damn hot and i dont wanna wear jeans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wish me good luck people! i can survive! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: HAPPY VALENTINES PEOPLE! AND SPREAD THE LURVEEEE. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-5757563188747107379?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5757563188747107379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=5757563188747107379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5757563188747107379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5757563188747107379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/mom-sprang-huge-bombshell-on-me-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RdKJ_eEJdVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h-WNyYCsceY/s72-c/13022007173_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-6717604411284531806</id><published>2007-02-12T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:58:10.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 things i have to settle by CNY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i shall be unique and start from 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - must get my mango skinnys by valentines' since i'm towning tmr. fel, are we really going to the zoo? i could really need a tan now cos' my legs and hands are in a gross shade of white. oh ya mental note to bring camera!&lt;br /&gt;back to mango skinnys - should i really buy it? its like 73 bucks leh... i think i'll just grit my teeth and get it, since i worked so hard for it and all. ok set, mango skinnys it shall be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - stop squealing about poly. everyone's as excited and seriously, i cant wait till the 15th of april! hopefully i can get into the tourism course! that would be a double joy! omg, i really need to stop squealing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - apply for the cpf job?&lt;br /&gt;man, this is tough. do i want to work again? this time, its just filing and it includes a seat. should i? or should i not? i hate making decisions! gives me all the stress. oh joanne? do you want to apply for it? there's like 50 vacancies available and the interview's at tampines. call me if you want it! maybe if u are applying, i might just apply too. at least there's someone to share the toil and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - download more songs into my handphone. cny's coming and the visiting part is unavoidable. my parents are going to gamble like siao again and i have to find things to entertain myself. maybe i should get an ipod like soon? what colour should i get? pink/black? blue's not bad but fel, u have the blue one right? dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - return joanne $1.80 cos mom says its bad to owe people money when cny's coming. so jo, the next time we meet up, bug me for that $1.80 cos my memory's damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - decide if i wanna retake english. the C6 looks damn ugly on my results slip pls. and plus i'm going poly and next time if i go to U, they will definitely take my 0 level english grade into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;am i going to let that happen? no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - make sure michelle banks in my pay cos that will mean shopping, shopping and more shopping. whooppeee! i love shopping! who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - make new specs. dammit, i think my degree's got higher. oh man, wont i become a blind bat when i hit 21? maybe i should get contacts! but then my dark eye rings are hideous! if i wear specs, it will hide the eye rings. grr. think i'll just get both. the dark eye rings problem, i shall just use concealer or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - stock up on make up! the blusher's running out, so is the mascara. gawdddd, i cant wait till the next shopping trip with jo! i had fun last sunday, girlfriend! we should go out more often, if your mum allows. just put on a pitiful face ok dear? sob a little if it helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE ULTIMATE #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go FRIGGINGG exercise! the thighs are like huge chunky turkey ones ok! anyone up for swimming? call me yeah? i'm like free anytime. thats what happens when you dont have a job. oh well, i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. reply to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hiro&lt;/strong&gt; - thanks and you too! 0 levels in another year's time, all the best k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joanne&lt;/strong&gt; - yeah me too! i totally enjoyed last sunday. when's the next burn-a-hole-in-the-pocket day? cant wait ok! more zara, topshop and mango!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mabs&lt;/strong&gt; - we did right? in school? before results! after the results, we were too busy shopping to remember, haha. next time k darling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-6717604411284531806?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/6717604411284531806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=6717604411284531806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/6717604411284531806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/6717604411284531806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-things-i-have-to-settle-by-cny-i.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-6335439519927215447</id><published>2007-02-12T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:56:52.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i've made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;this is crazy pls, why do they give us 12 choices?&lt;br /&gt;its stressful to fill them all up.&lt;br /&gt;the first three shall be what i want to major in while the rest, uhm, are just there to fill up the spaces. haha.&lt;br /&gt;fel, i dont think visual comm will be any of my choices cos i dont really have an interest for it.&lt;br /&gt;it sounds fun - taking photos and all but i guess its just not what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;all the best k girlfriend! (:&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. another sad thing: i'm not sure if i want to go tp to study cos its damn far.&lt;br /&gt;my mum prefers me to go np so i guess its a dilemma between the two polys.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, decisions decisions and more decisions.&lt;br /&gt;i swear there's like white hairs popping out of my scalp now.&lt;br /&gt;initially i wanted to do something about web designing since i'm such a com idiot and all. but then i decided (with much thinking and mum's nagging) to go with hospitality and resort management.&lt;br /&gt;bet jo's rejoicing now. cos she has already applied for that. yay jo! we can study the same thing and pull each other's hair if the course gets too difficult! cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;this is totally random but i've began to stock up on poly clothes. shopping is totally heaven i tell you. its either you want or eee, you dont want.&lt;br /&gt;if there's a course on shopping or retail therapy, boy, i am so going to take it up!&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for the wordy post, i'll promise you pictures. soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-6335439519927215447?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/6335439519927215447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=6335439519927215447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/6335439519927215447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/6335439519927215447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-ive-made-up-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-5641559531514015920</id><published>2007-02-11T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:04:34.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i met almost all my friends and of course collected my 0s results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm quite disappointed with my english grade and now my cousin's making fun of me. FOR BEING A FREAKING CHEENA CHICK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for the record,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got like a miserable C6 for english. yes, C6. you got it right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;C6!!!! can you believe it???!! C6. i'm like oh my god. the news came to me like a bomb ok. seriously C6!! i cant take up mass comms anymore. damn sad damn sad. ahhh, damn sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;should i retake english? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gah, mum's going down to gm and check up with mrs loh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah like that will help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i mean, who is mrs loh? the moe head or sth? i'm not being mean or what but what can mrs loh help with man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jo reckons i missed out a page. hahaa. thanks girlfriend. at least you didn't suan me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(please do not be too shocked to believe what you see below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I GOT AN A1 FOR CHINESE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the extra $26 paid off! thats money well spent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was like rubbing my eyes and looking down at the results slip incredulously. A1! omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the people whom i hang out knows i cant speak chinese for nuts. i sound like some ah pu neh neh when i speak mandarin. lol, and i got an a1! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is not the most unbelievable thing yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i ACTUALLY got a distinction for oral. chinese oral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;omgomgomg. god is kind people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my attempt to speak with a china accent paid off damn well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;muahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now i can be a broadcaster on channel 8. Dong suhua better wait for me! hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ehem, 现在是八频道，十点新闻。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so thats how the nickname cheena chick came about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my cousin can be so mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cousin: did you go for the poly's open house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;amanda the aspiring broadcaster on channel 8 :D : no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cousin: oh i forgot! you dont understand english. ( cues evil laughter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;amanda the blah blah broadcaster on c8: grrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on a happy note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i quitted my job. yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the boss was quite reluctant to let me go ( who wouldn't be? =x) but i was adamant on quitting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finally she said ok after i agreed to work half day on cny eve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gah, i cant visit gm anymore, jiahui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sadsad. oh well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i shall go back on teacher's day then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after collecting the results, the four musketeers went out for a celebration. finally, we can meet up ok. been waiting for this ages ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mabs had to leave half way cos her mum came early to fetch her. aww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030506515372012786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/Rc_zBeEJdPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/F9RB5MPMOSE/s400/IMGP6252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;errr, where's fel? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030506794544887042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/Rc_zRuEJdQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vsoZQ6nHGh0/s400/IMGP6253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;oh, there you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the rest of the photos are not going to be up cos i looked like crap.&lt;br /&gt;till i blog again, tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: to whoever who's interested,&lt;br /&gt;i got 19 for l1r5 ( after all the bonus pts)&lt;br /&gt;and 13 for l1r4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-5641559531514015920?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5641559531514015920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=5641559531514015920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5641559531514015920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5641559531514015920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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/_KA8WDMnfLNs/Rc_zBeEJdPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/F9RB5MPMOSE/s72-c/IMGP6252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-625287783073484544</id><published>2007-02-08T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:48:25.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k. today's the day.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S THE DAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;wah, why so fast ...&lt;br /&gt;can i like feign illness and coop up at home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-625287783073484544?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/625287783073484544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=625287783073484544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/625287783073484544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/625287783073484544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/k.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-8030681287971901848</id><published>2007-02-03T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:48:25.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom is freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing? she doesnt know it.&lt;br /&gt;while i was working like a cow ytd, she went shopping with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;sounds harmless yes?&lt;br /&gt;wait, the worse has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE FREAKING BOUGHT FOUR BAGS FULL OF LOREAL COMESTICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT TO MENTION HER CLOTHES, BAGS ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to be calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"woah, loreal and garnier having a sale is it?" " all at 1 dollar ah?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom was like, ' your head la, they are expensive ok.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (flabbergasted) expensive then why u buy so much??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: you also get to use, so why complain so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ok, i want the lip gloss and hair spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i cant stop laughing. hahahahah. righttt.&lt;br /&gt;i'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;someone just replaced my mum with a shopping freak. omgg.&lt;br /&gt;bring my mom back pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027579101304079314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RcWMji1oQ9I/AAAAAAAAALY/8lrNPlceVEk/s400/04022007154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027578938095322050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RcWMaC1oQ8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AraTh5_QfeI/s400/04022007153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027579294577607650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RcWMuy1oQ-I/AAAAAAAAALg/5AAXJKdPPtE/s400/04022007155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg rightt?&lt;br /&gt;haha. heng ah, luckily i spotted the hair spray and lip gloss. if not i think she might play santa and give it to my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;and yong siang, i'm NOT a rich kid.&lt;br /&gt;its just that my mom's mad and i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s to all: i've updated. like finally. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-8030681287971901848?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/8030681287971901848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=8030681287971901848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/8030681287971901848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/8030681287971901848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-mom-is-freaking-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RcWMji1oQ9I/AAAAAAAAALY/8lrNPlceVEk/s72-c/04022007154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-5916711111522904996</id><published>2007-01-22T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T18:05:46.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i cant become a photographer. ):&lt;/strong&gt; sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok dont worry, its not another post of ranting abt my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hah. could hear you heave a sound of relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just wanna admit my photography skills suck. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;very lame but still, its a fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;papa bought us to this jap restaurant at revenue house last sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;didnt eat much cos i was still in a zombie mode. very sleepy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the food is not bad, but the venue isn't that convenient. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023037445832524898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RbVp8ZxVRGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kmK7aa8HqrY/s400/21012007142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get what i mean abt i suck at taking photos? the place was actually very pretty, with all the fake bamboos and all. best thing? there's no irritating jap squeaky music in the background. i always cringe when i go sakae. there's this jap version of guomeimei's lao shu song. damn gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023038334890755186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RbVqwJxVRHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dIjwxUkGFOc/s400/21012007143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the shoyu ( soy sauce) there was especially salty. haha. my bro suggested mixing it with water before dipping the sushi into it. haha. silly boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023038979135849602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RbVrVpxVRII/AAAAAAAAAKk/W4CqKQ2UKn4/s400/21012007144.jpg" border="0" /&gt; another not so good photo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023039593316172946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RbVr5ZxVRJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7y7ayn3IJqU/s400/21012007145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;COFFEE BEAN WITH MIA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;know what makes a good freaking day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023040473784468642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RbVsspxVRKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/CUTwUgMVujI/s400/22012007146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A SLICE OF CARROTTY GOODNESS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A CUP OF BELGIAN CHOCOLATE FRAPPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EVERYONE SAY YUM! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-5916711111522904996?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5916711111522904996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=5916711111522904996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5916711111522904996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5916711111522904996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-become-photographer.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RbVp8ZxVRGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kmK7aa8HqrY/s72-c/21012007142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-5353240238369988516</id><published>2007-01-17T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T17:46:55.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMANDA HAS NO LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up, brush teeth, ate cereal, go to work, come home at 10 plus, watch war and beauty on channel u, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up, brush teeth, ate cereal, go to work, come home at 10 plus, watch war and beauty on channel u, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up, brush teeth, ate cereal, go to work, come home at 10 plus, watch war and beauty on channel u, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the point is?&lt;br /&gt;i have no life.&lt;br /&gt;full stop.&lt;br /&gt;dang, i can become a housewife alrdy, minus the cooking part.&lt;br /&gt;i have to clean and vacuum and mop the floor every single bloody day without fail,&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL MAN.&lt;br /&gt;who invented this job anyway?! probably an alien.&lt;br /&gt;just went youtube to check if there's videos of ' ying huo cong de meng'. but sickeningly there isn't. rahhhhhh. damn it, can someone upload it?!!&lt;br /&gt;oh, i have two more nicknames,&lt;br /&gt;one's 千金, the other.. i forgot. OH YA! banana.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i couldn't differentiate the chinese words on the shoebox. come on, they look the same! you cant blame me. so they called me banana.&lt;br /&gt;dang. i get suaned everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;keith said people like to suan me because they like to hear my silly rebuttals. =.=&lt;br /&gt;man, I HATE THIS JOB.&lt;br /&gt;its goddamn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;mom reckons i shld get a admin job.&lt;br /&gt;she made it sound so easy.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-5353240238369988516?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5353240238369988516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=5353240238369988516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5353240238369988516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5353240238369988516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/amanda-has-no-life.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-1220127589798111218</id><published>2007-01-15T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T17:05:35.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what the hell did i get myself into?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was the first day of my working life.&lt;br /&gt;know what? i kindda regretted working.&lt;br /&gt;i can stay at home and surf the net, play games, shake leg, i dont want.&lt;br /&gt;of all things, i chose to work.&lt;br /&gt;wtf??!! someone please slap me now. slap me awake.&lt;br /&gt;working sucks. big time. my feet ache like nobody's business and they dont allow me to lean on the counter blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau eh, i stood up for like 10 whole hours. except for the time i had to sit down to take my dinner. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;working sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the hell said it was interesting. i'm gonna kill that person.&lt;br /&gt;ok, other than the standing up for 10 hours thing, i made new friends!&lt;br /&gt;both of them are like so much older than me, one's 24, the other i think 30 plus?&lt;br /&gt;the bosses were nice but still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORKING SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah,&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhy.&lt;br /&gt;why did i even fill in that shitty application form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whyyyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-1220127589798111218?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/1220127589798111218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=1220127589798111218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/1220127589798111218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/1220127589798111218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-hell-did-i-get-myself-into-ytd-was.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-2030744645437390174</id><published>2007-01-12T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:29:04.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out with bff jojo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;woots! my ulcer's gone. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to celebrate, i went out with bbf on friday. the celebrating part isn't the main point, main point is me, helpful, loyal, friendly, blah blah manda accompanied jojo to find a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;see, that's a friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how modest i can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i met that stinky chicken neh neh for lunch and some pre-find-a-job shopping. as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019419837828776914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaiPv5xVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7NtiV6kYV0U/s400/12012007128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see? shameless like dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019420714002105314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaiQi5xVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/tt_FAdqFD90/s400/12012007129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, my turn. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to digress a little while the photos load, i got the job at mitju! wootswoots. i rock. nono, the boss rocks! (: all the shoes! HOORAYYYYY. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;me and jo went to this restaurant which combines jap, korean and chinese delicacies (!) all in one place! how 3 in 1 is that! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019421822103667698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaiRjZxVQ_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/fYoc1PJlbBA/s400/12012007124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i ordered seafood soup with rice. the soup's very yummy, sweet and not too salty. but the ingredients aren't that much though. there's only tofu, sotong, some veggies, seaweed, prawns and fish. oh! and crabstick. but i dropped one. ): boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019423110593856514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaiSuZxVRAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FMxOQdBhkyo/s400/12012007125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;jojo ordered a ramen set, i think. consists of fried katsu, korean ramen, kimchi and some ikan bilis. the taste? i dont know. that, you have to ask joanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so after eating, we went shopping! wootswoots! my favourite hobby. i think joanne's my favourite shopping buddy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019424901595218962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaiUWpxVRBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/F8q_y6FB1n0/s400/12012007132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the array of goodies! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019425434171163682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaiU1pxVRCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nenD_uvP-F8/s400/12012007134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;while joanne's applying for a job, i went to indulge in one of my favourite hobbies- EATING ICE-CREAM!!!! who can even resist that creamy sweet mush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019426288869655602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaiVnZxVRDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vk0WGN9v7zk/s400/12012007130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;all time fav. danish nougat with a generous dollop of whipped cream. ahh, i'm in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i swear joanne sucks at snapping photos on the bus. dont believe? look below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019428041216312386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaiXNZxVREI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tyBr0qHZ2Oc/s400/12012007135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; all blurred and unrecognisable. =.= booooo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-2030744645437390174?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/2030744645437390174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=2030744645437390174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/2030744645437390174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/2030744645437390174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/out-with-bff-jojo-woots-my-ulcers-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaiPv5xVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7NtiV6kYV0U/s72-c/12012007128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-3300004305992830804</id><published>2007-01-10T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:59:51.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna go out and buy that vest.&lt;br /&gt;i wish the ulcer will just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i won't get any more fainting spells.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my stomach feels better.&lt;br /&gt;i wish the gastric flu will be gonegonegone.&lt;br /&gt;i want god to give me the healing power.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i will stop ranting cos i'm boring everyone out.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get well soon so i can blog abt something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;then i wont get laughed at,&lt;br /&gt;by my brother cos he knows how to cook and i dont know how to.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the first cooking thing i have to learn is how to break an egg properly into a pan.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to attempt to make sour and spicy soup.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it will turn out ok so&lt;br /&gt;my dad and brother wont laugh at me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;wait till i become the female version of jamie oliver,&lt;br /&gt;and when that day comes,&lt;br /&gt;i will wag my finger at them&lt;br /&gt;and say ' IN YOUR FACE, DO DO BRAINS.'&lt;br /&gt;MUAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;that day will come, dont worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-3300004305992830804?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/3300004305992830804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=3300004305992830804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/3300004305992830804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/3300004305992830804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wanna-go-out-and-buy-that-vest.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-6250784213606740021</id><published>2007-01-08T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:27:03.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BE CAREFUL PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read the newpaper ytd and came across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017911985928894130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaM0XXt3drI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PN4i4YbqA4E/s400/09012007081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; bit scary, isn't it? what's scarier is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017912080418174658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaM0c3t3dsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wqjOxWAjwRw/s400/09012007098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;omgomgomg. thats the 7 eleven we always go to! me, mabel, joanne and keith! i got pretty freaked out as i imagined myself at the scene. blood and gore. eww.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people staying at aljunied, be careful ok! i'll pray for u, hehe. (: that place is super rowdy with all the chee ko peks and ah bengs. i am so not going there again. so not!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-6250784213606740021?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/6250784213606740021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=6250784213606740021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/6250784213606740021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/6250784213606740021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/be-careful-people-i-read-newpaper-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RaM0XXt3drI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PN4i4YbqA4E/s72-c/09012007081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-498106167584312049</id><published>2007-01-06T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T07:12:37.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A IS NOT FOR APPLE, A IS FOR AMANDA! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in amanda land, she found a chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ-1Znt3diI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ufxn_nZQRWY/s1600-h/05012007060-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016927961676740130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ-1Znt3diI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ufxn_nZQRWY/s400/05012007060-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928099115693618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ-1hnt3djI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PfmRU0Ovo_Q/s400/05012007061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;CHOCOLATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928348223796818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ-1wHt3dlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PJ9ZlK0st1k/s400/05012007064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;WHOAAAA. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928223669745218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ-1o3t3dkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OnWRrXmBcKA/s400/05012007062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WOOOOOOOO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928541497325154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ-17Xt3dmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xXDWoi4kuh0/s400/05012007065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;UMMM, YUM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928683231245938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ-2Dnt3dnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rLwMvR8ayUI/s400/05012007066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;VICTORY FOR MANDA! =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928842145035906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ-2M3t3doI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3g3XlhibHaU/s400/05012007067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;chocolate kiss, anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016928962404120210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ-2T3t3dpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LS2sgFfO-Bs/s400/05012007069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;this post is purely out of bo liao and zi lian ness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;no need to take it seriously. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-498106167584312049?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/498106167584312049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=498106167584312049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/498106167584312049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/498106167584312049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-not-for-apple-is-for-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ-1Znt3diI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ufxn_nZQRWY/s72-c/05012007060-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-911230702925288051</id><published>2007-01-04T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:43:32.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE HORROR.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (just exaggerating)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am meeting jiahui and olivia for lunch later.&lt;br /&gt;do i really wanna go back to gm? alone?!&lt;br /&gt;carr was supposed to go back with me.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANNA GO BACK ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;what if i meet lee fang lan?&lt;br /&gt;what if ms lim stopped me and interrogate me?&lt;br /&gt;what if i see people whom i dont wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;what if i get stuck in gm forever?&lt;br /&gt;what if i see zhong zhong and she bugs me how come i'm not in school?&lt;br /&gt;what if what if.&lt;br /&gt;gahh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn scared of lee fang lan.&lt;br /&gt;pray hard i wont be so suay to bump into her.&lt;br /&gt;arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;damn freaked out. shit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. will be back with more pics. if there's any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.15 here. if i dont want to be late, i have to get out of my hse by 1. omg. plsplspls dont let me see lfl. or ms lim. or zhongzhong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;another update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok. i went back to gm. i was damn early, ended up waiting half an hour for the girls. gah, luckily i bought seventeen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i saw zhong zhong ok! she was walking to the cc and she didn't see me. thank god. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was so scared i'll bump into huang da ma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for once, i didn't take much photos. there's only pictures of the scenery cos no one wanted to take photos. all camera shy. since they didn't want to take, i shan't be zi lian and take photos of myself only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016472699438331346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ4XV3t3ddI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_QJE0vfg4ZM/s400/05012007055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;remember this? its the pathway i am so afraid of. cos' there's CATS. *hair starts standing up* i remember felly and jo played a joke on me there. so mean ok. they used their fingers to scratch my legs, just like how cats do it. needless to say, i went hysterical and thank god, mab protected me. i like mab, she's like my protector against those icky cats. haha. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016474262806427106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ4Yw3t3deI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ol34l6rt6Hg/s400/05012007056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;in the far far background, there's gm. didn't want to go near cos i'm scared that zhong zhong will come out of the cc anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016475375202956786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ4Zxnt3dfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RzlWMg0B1y4/s400/05012007057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;w/o that silly cyclist.&lt;/p&gt;here's to clarify: I DO EAT AT HAWKER CENTRES AND FAST FOOD RESTAURANTS OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016476023743018498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ4aXXt3dgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1B75kGx-xhw/s400/05012007058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016479202018817554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ4dQXt3dhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/u9KZBGfITcI/s400/05012007059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;this is so weird. how come people think i don't like these two places. come on man, all that hokkien mee, char kway tiao, ban mian, chicken rice, laksa. this is making me hungry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;a conversation between me and keith i think sometime in october:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;me: so where are we going to eat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;keith: erm.. hawker centre?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(he looks at me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;(before i can answer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;keith: oh, i forgot. u dont like hawker centres.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: huh? since when did i say that?! i do like hawker centres! *LOL*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;another conversation between me and felly: (long long time ago)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: so, where are we going to eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;fel: mos? oops, i forgot you don't like fast food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: what?! i'm ok with burgers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;get what i mean? i do like fast food and stuff. as long as they are delicious, bring it on man! i'm not some prissy girl who only likes resturants pls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-911230702925288051?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/911230702925288051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=911230702925288051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/911230702925288051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/911230702925288051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-meeting-jiahui-and-olivia-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZ4XV3t3ddI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_QJE0vfg4ZM/s72-c/05012007055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-9125524081462393348</id><published>2007-01-03T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:55:41.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rain, rain, dont go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finished watching fullhouse a few weeks ago! finally! haha. that drama series was aired a long time ago but i only got my hands on it recently. thats not the main point, THE MAIN POINT IS RAIN IS DAMN SHUAI AND COOL. AND CUTE AND FUNNY AND SENSITIVE AND ROMANTIC. ANDANAD,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just invented a new song just for rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rain rain, dont go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come again if best today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little children want to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rain rain, dont go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. i can be really retarded sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT WHO CARES?!!!! RAIN IS HOT. haha, so ironic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015984974808529842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZxbwj4ou7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/iz2v_fXi12k/s400/rain_bi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015985069297810370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZxb2D4ou8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/M8DS-kx2rmc/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015985138017287122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZxb6D4ou9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/YFEvC-oaqNI/s400/history_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015985193851861986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZxb9T4ou-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gdZdLkpE3xM/s400/history_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015985249686436850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZxcAj4ou_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/p2J7bBMaN_I/s400/history_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015985408600226818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZxcJz4ovAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QD4-uXIZTi8/s400/fullhouse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am so totally taking up korean lessons and the minute i rock at speaking korean, i am so booking an air ticket there. wootswootswoots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meanwhile.. someone pls lend me money. i need to raise at least $500 to get a good seat in rain's concert. rainrainrainrainrainrain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s. i think joanne has already forgotten me. boo u stink ok. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-9125524081462393348?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/9125524081462393348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=9125524081462393348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/9125524081462393348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/9125524081462393348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-rain-dont-go-away-i-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZxbwj4ou7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/iz2v_fXi12k/s72-c/rain_bi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-5072421925268756929</id><published>2007-01-03T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T02:10:09.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;QUIZ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, juniors! how's your first day back to school today?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i'm like gloating at everyone's blog that i don't have to go back to school. woots.&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm not too happy about it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;after dental appt, i decided to re-read princess diaries. i love meg cabot man, she's like so good at this writing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on pg 167 ( the sixth book), i found a quiz! how come the first time i read the book, i didn't remember coming across a quiz. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. first, write the numbers 1 through 11 in a column.&lt;br /&gt;2. besides numbers 1 and 2, write down any two numbers you want.&lt;br /&gt;3. beside the 3 and 7, write down the names of members of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;4. write anyone's name ( like friends or family) in the fourth, fifth and sixth posts.&lt;br /&gt;5. write down four song titles in 8,9,10 and 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY ANSWERS&lt;/strong&gt;: ( i didn't look at the answers before writing down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. seven&lt;br /&gt;2. three&lt;br /&gt;3. nelson lee&lt;br /&gt;4. fellicia seow&lt;br /&gt;5. joanne guo&lt;br /&gt;6. mabel poh&lt;br /&gt;7. keith tan&lt;br /&gt;8. like a star - corrine bailey rae&lt;br /&gt;9. untitled - simple plan&lt;br /&gt;10. where'd u go - fort minor&lt;br /&gt;11. i'm not missing you - stacie orrico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER KEY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you must tell ( the numbers in spaces 1 and 2) people about this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the person in space 3 is the one that you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the person in 7 is one you like but can't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. you care most about the person you put in 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the person you name in number 5 is the one who knows you very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. the person you name in 6 is your lucky star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. the song in 8 is the song that matches with the person in 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. the title in 9 is the song for the person in 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. the tenth space is the song thats tells you most about your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the eleventh answer is the song telling you how you feel about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. This is so crazy. 70% of this darn quiz is so NOT TRUE. i must be crazy to even blog about it. siao siao siao.&lt;br /&gt;firstly i'm so not telling anyone about this stupid quiz cos its so bullshit and crap.&lt;br /&gt;and pls, i dont love nelson at all. whatever. this quiz can go rot in hell. i'm not saying nel is bad or whatsoever. but he's my good friend since dont know when. he's so nice and fatherly and brotherly and there's nothing going on between me and him. he's like so tall and i look like some midget beside him. and and and. ok, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT THE?!!! what me and keith. oh pls, he's my tuition buddy and very good friend. what the heck. this quiz is ruining my reputation. gahgahgahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;ok, 4 and 5 are true. i care about fellicia and joanne knows me super well. woots, i love you both kk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;6 IS TOTAL BULLSHIT OK. what mabel is my lucky star, lucky star my ass. i mean i love mabs and all. but she's so not my lucky star pls. hahaha. i so wanna laugh. lucky star. hahaha. she's like forever sabo-ing and suaning me so what LUCKY STAR???!!! hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;like a star is like damn sensual and thats not nelson!!! what the heck. stupid quiz. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;ok, fine. 8 is kindda right. keith is like so.. stranger to me sometimes cos he's forever sprouting weird and warped stuff to me. untitled fits him. kindda.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. WHATS WITH NUMBER 9 MAN?!!!&lt;br /&gt;no comments seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld tear out pg 167 and burn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-5072421925268756929?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5072421925268756929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=5072421925268756929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5072421925268756929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5072421925268756929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/quiz-so-juniors-hows-your-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-5219496648263472179</id><published>2007-01-01T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:43:57.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANOTHER TRIP TO ORCHARD *sian*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going orchard these past few days,&lt;br /&gt;forgive me, people who adore orchard rd, i am so getting *yawn* sian of that place.&lt;br /&gt;even my mom asked me how come i keep going to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say man,&lt;br /&gt;its cheap.&lt;br /&gt;its convenient,&lt;br /&gt;all my friends only have that place in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time to orchard, i was with fellicia and mab.&lt;br /&gt;they said they were starving, so off to of all places &lt;strong&gt;thai express&lt;/strong&gt;. gah.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE THAT PLACE. ok, used to don't like that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015314126686698162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn5oD4ourI/AAAAAAAAABg/WcuDYo-Nn3s/s400/01012007020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015314444514278082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn56j4ousI/AAAAAAAAABo/u1tK58FM8jA/s400/01012007021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;heyhey, it wasn't my fault. they moved before the camera captured their faces. so mab turned out funny. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015314792406629074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn6Oz4outI/AAAAAAAAABw/SGz_hlS3eoQ/s400/01012007022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; there's like fellicia's garguatuan ring at the side. mabel ordered this as usual. seriously, don't you even get sick of eating it all the time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015315247673162466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn6pT4ouuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Cz3VIfCmUP4/s400/01012007023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some cuttlefish thing. i tried it, quite nice. crunchy and saucy. haha. saucy sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015315440946690802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn60j4ouvI/AAAAAAAAACA/U7AIx5O7WXA/s400/01012007024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the greedy one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after eating, we went to shop for accessories. BTW, mabel wanted me to say this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE GAVE ME A XMAS PRESENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015316987134917442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn8Oj4ou0I/AAAAAAAAACo/gzJ2l5aA8EY/s400/01012007034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;yes, thats the one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;all handmade and pink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in case you are wondering, its a candle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yes, mabel. I helped you flaunt ur handicraft skills. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015317193293347666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn8aj4ou1I/AAAAAAAAACw/mgWImeHkisY/s400/01012007036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;bought this to match a black dress i bought. it was a steal ok! only $5! muahhahaaha. thats how cheapo i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after shopping, we went for a manicure. i think mom got used to me having nail polish cos she didn't scold me. thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015316531868384034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn70D4ouyI/AAAAAAAAACY/TXE_AAT-cLg/s400/01012007029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015316269875378962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn7kz4ouxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2F-JwBqT8I8/s400/01012007028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015317399451777890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn8mj4ou2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fGyft-IWgB4/s400/02012007040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;beautifully manicured.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015316849695963954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn8Gj4ouzI/AAAAAAAAACg/VUhoKDSAUkk/s400/01012007031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some mindless photo whoring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015315767364205314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn7Hj4ouwI/AAAAAAAAACI/R_rAz6OAts8/s400/01012007025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;recognise them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015317588430338930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn8xj4ou3I/AAAAAAAAADA/LbQd-NDfVHw/s400/31122006017-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like photoshop, so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. more photos later. cos mab's hogging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S THE OTHER PICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015392703113378706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZpBFz4ou5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/cDqUWkxp4gs/s400/IMG_0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt; what the toot was me and mab doing?! lol, fell, u sneak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015392789012724642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZpBKz4ou6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Xv-GvbvrCwA/s400/-IMG_0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cheerios! bah, i think i look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015392608624098178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZpBAT4ou4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fZ3lUQOOsug/s400/IMG_0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-5219496648263472179?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/5219496648263472179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=5219496648263472179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5219496648263472179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/5219496648263472179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-trip-to-orchard-sian-been-going.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZn5oD4ourI/AAAAAAAAABg/WcuDYo-Nn3s/s72-c/01012007020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-8277685903003720543</id><published>2006-12-30T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T02:10:30.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DINNER WITH THE GIRLS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went out shopping with jiahui and carr ytd.&lt;br /&gt;damn sorry for being late. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;carr found a job at robinsons, good for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was raining as usual and orchard was packed to the brim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hate crowds but luckily there's the two of them who made me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to fish and co for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not much photo whoring cos everyone was so camera shy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014582533251798130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZdgPt9aFHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdjESGv5Oec/s400/30122006001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014583044352906370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZdgtd9aFII/AAAAAAAAAAU/HB7XG5R5cJc/s400/30122006002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i don't remember carrie being this camera-shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014583697187935378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZdhTd9aFJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HqGx_skxyKA/s400/30122006005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ordered fish and chips. bad decision. i felt like puking after taking a few bites. maybe its the butter and oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014584315663226018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZdh3d9aFKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NfAwtpb3VLg/s400/Lolita+love.127-002_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;everyone needs a little narcissism. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i blogged today but how come the date states saturday? weird. mom has a knack of not telling me important stuff. she booked a buffet lunch for popo and my relatives, YET she didn't tell me. i ended up being the last one to know and duh, i'm not happy. =.= &lt;/p&gt;everyone came today. the buffet spread was ermm, quite ok. no comments, seriously. ok, fine. just one. WHY IS IT THAT OF ALL DRINKS, MY MOM JUST HAS TO CHOOSE FRUIT PUNCH?! i hate fruit punch, there's this yucky taste about it. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014627707717817522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZeJVN9aFLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8EC3jjAuxzg/s400/31122006010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; the buffet spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;everyone said the chocolate eclair tasted good but how come to me, it tasted like cheap chocolate. the chocolate was grainy and undelectable. urgh, gross.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014628283243435202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZeJ2t9aFMI/AAAAAAAAABE/nyj7xG1C0yI/s400/31122006011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;some fried stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i like the or hiang. thought it tasted yum. the wantons were soggy and i think my maid does it better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014629919625974994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZeLV99aFNI/AAAAAAAAABM/nZYWjZ1tGYQ/s400/31122006012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there! thats the chocolate eclair! it looked so cute and innocent at the side, how i know it would be so bleahh * proceeds to puke in air* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;before i end, just wanna wish everyone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! BYE, 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't like new years, makes me feel old. 17 sounds.. old. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-8277685903003720543?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/8277685903003720543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=8277685903003720543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/8277685903003720543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/8277685903003720543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-out-shopping-with-jiahui-and-carr.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KA8WDMnfLNs/RZdgPt9aFHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cdjESGv5Oec/s72-c/30122006001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-116745041370504799</id><published>2006-12-29T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:46:53.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MEMORIES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt a stab of nostalgia when i saw my bros packing their school bag.&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago, i was doing the same thing as them but of course, not enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;this stinks, why do i only appreciate the things when they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;i miss gm, i miss 4-3, i miss talking and laughing with the girls during class, lunch or recess.&lt;br /&gt;feel like crying suddenly. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss overhearing waimin talking about maple.&lt;br /&gt;i miss hearing tessa sniffing into her tissues. and her evil cackle. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i miss jian ann announcing that there's a class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;i miss verillyn doing that jap thing with her hands.&lt;br /&gt;i miss copying homework with candice.&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to pec meetings with huiyi.&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing divinia raising up her hands to ask a question.&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking secretly to joanne during lessons. and getting scolded after that.&lt;br /&gt;i miss huangyin giggling softly when the guys make fun of laylian.&lt;br /&gt;i miss walking to the bus stop with audrey after choir.&lt;br /&gt;i miss receiving jialing's handmade stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i miss asking jolynn if i can copy her homework.&lt;br /&gt;i miss calling dawn a cat and telling her how much i hate cats.&lt;br /&gt;i miss yanbing whispering horny jokes in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;i miss evonnie langaring into me during PE.&lt;br /&gt;i miss hearing new downloaded songs in charlene's handphone.&lt;br /&gt;i miss mabel singing her version of the amanda wing song. and watching her do the actions!&lt;br /&gt;i miss hearing fellicia speak cos i think she's damn funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to chuinsin during exam breaks.&lt;br /&gt;i miss calling linette a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;i miss playing the games on edlin's handphone when i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way laylian pronounces 'shut up' whenever the guys bully her.&lt;br /&gt;i miss scrunching up my face when daryl suans me.&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to tuition classes with keith and his company when i wait for a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;i miss hearing yinzhou sing the amanda show song and doing that sissy dance.&lt;br /&gt;i miss taking 853 with weisheng.&lt;br /&gt;i miss hearing samuel say ' class stand'.&lt;br /&gt;i miss making fun of andrew with joanne. haha!&lt;br /&gt;i miss whispering to joanne ' aiyoh, daryl chan not in school again!'&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to literature lessons with lynn.&lt;br /&gt;i miss calling kimberly a big mouth. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to minglian in broken chinese. and the fact she doesn't mind it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss borrowing tissue from madeline. my saviour!&lt;br /&gt;i miss tanya's mini eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i miss watching vicki's ponytail bob up and down.&lt;br /&gt;i miss resisting the urge to borrow deborah's colour pens.&lt;br /&gt;i miss thinking of leonard when i see lavina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS REBUTTING MRS LOH WHEN I THINK SHE'S NOT CORRECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the classroom we all shared. even though its damn dirty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116745041370504799?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116745041370504799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116745041370504799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116745041370504799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116745041370504799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/12/memories.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116737887724809375</id><published>2006-12-28T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:54:38.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DOWNTOWN EAST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger can just go eat shit.&lt;br /&gt;i keep uploading photos and typing like siao but it doesn't appear!! at all!&lt;br /&gt;stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i'll try again.&lt;br /&gt;here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note! : changed my blog skin, added a tag board below to facilitate comments and took away haloscan. shit la, i forgot to add that number of hits thingy. WAH LAU. becoming more pig brain this days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been updating cos i was away to chalet for 4 days! sry guys. i'll be more consistent! promise!&lt;br /&gt;got quite a shock when mom dropped a bomb about booking a chalet at downtown east. she said eons ago that she was unable to get one so hence the shock. lets backtrack a little,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday 24/12&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling like a stuffed turkey cos of blocked nose and phlegm-y throat. bah!&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast and stuff, i dragged my camp bag out of the storeroom and started packing. I HATE PACKING. blame me and my big mouth for wanting to pack on my own when my maid offered to help me. stupid right, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/452373/Lolita%20love.097-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;felt a bit better when i saw that the camp bag was so clean. must be my maid. thanksthanksthanks! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after lunch, we set off for downtown east! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/298485/Lolita%20love.110-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the journey was very fast cos the bus was freakishly empty. i wonder why.. maybe god took pity on me cos i was sniffing and blowing my nose during the entire journey. it made me realise why tissues are so so important. we should give the inventor of tissue an award or something! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reached &lt;strong&gt;DOWNTOWN EAST&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/427621/Lolita%20love.149-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the whole place was so christmas-y! its nice to come out when its christmas eve cos there's so many discounts! its so hard not to feel flutters in your heart when you see a signboard stating 50% off. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after dumping our luggages with the caretaker, my brothers and i went lan gaming for 3 straight hours! shiok!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/181123/Lolita%20love.119-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;maple is damn yawn. if hadn't been for that 2 times exp, i wouldn't even bother clicking on the maple icon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/960140/Lolita%20love.120-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the computer addicts having their daily dose of counterstrike, dota and whatever gaming shit. ha! i can see my brother's bright green cast at the end. ok very random.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/691430/Lolita%20love.129-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;went back to the chalet room to put the luggage before having dinner. not bad, quite spacious. and best of all? ITS SO NEAR TO THE ENTRANCE! great for lazy bums like me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DINNER TIME!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/174077/Lolita%20love.134-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;honey pork ribs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/515020/Lolita%20love.136-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my fav! hotplate beancurd!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/610956/Lolita%20love.137-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;long beans with sambal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok, i know this sounds ridiculous. but i choked on that stupid long bean. my father had to do that human manovere ( how to spell?!) thing to get the freaking long bean out of my oesophagus. bamwham man. i was choking damn badly, the waitress had to pass me a plastic bag cos i was covering my mouth to avoid the phlegm from going everywhere. super embarrassing. I AM NEVER GOING TO EAT LONG BEANS AGAIN. NEVER! when i got out of the restaurant, people were looking at me with strange 0.o- thats-the-girl-who-choked-on-a-pathetic-long-bean expressions. wah lau.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/257119/Lolita%20love.138-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;sambal sotong!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/579102/Lolita%20love.139-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fooyong omelette!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after dinner, we went to the arcade and bombed $40 there. kindda dumb cos the arcade wasn't that fun. too late for regrets now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/440041/Lolita%20love.148-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nigel playing some drum game. he's good! ata, boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after playing,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I swear i am a damn good sister ok. i treated nigel to ben and jerry's! where in the world do you get such a responsible and generous sis?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/949583/Lolita%20love.142-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/852558/Lolita%20love.140-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/678613/Lolita%20love.141-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ok, very disgusting i know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/271874/Lolita%20love.143-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;tucking into the good old cookie dough and chocolate chunks. umm, heavenly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY: CHRISTMAS DAY!! 25/12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;went to darius's house for the xmas party and not suprisingly, i got a good haul of presents! this is so damn coincidental k! i got 3 different perlini silver's jewellery from 3 different people! must be god's grace. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/435480/Lolita%20love.157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;thank you er yi ma! i thank god for having you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/329262/Lolita%20love.161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;in case the photo is not clear, its a pair of ladybug earrings! cute. thanks liu yi! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/327949/Lolita%20love.166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;butterfly earrings! thank you, san yi ma!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE OTHER PRESENTS,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/397352/Lolita%20love.170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;an adidas top given by jiahui! thankyouthankyou!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/644945/Lolita%20love.168.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/196600/Lolita%20love.169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha, joanne's fav brand! OP! xiao yi, thank you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/738199/Lolita%20love.171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/654604/Lolita%20love.172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this skirt is damn short. but still, thank you, yi ma!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/169558/Lolita%20love.173.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TEA BREAK AT SAKAE SUSHI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/856951/Lolita%20love.150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/4618/Lolita%20love.151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hanging out with brothers and cousins. i love jap food! must learn japanese one day so i won't look like an idiot in front of takeshi kaneshiro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/473167/Lolita%20love.152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/209557/Lolita%20love.154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ok! thats all for today's post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;! ha! i spoke jap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116737887724809375?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116737887724809375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116737887724809375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116737887724809375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116737887724809375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/12/downtown-east-blogger-can-just-go-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116686762944457736</id><published>2006-12-23T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:53:50.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASSORTED STUFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to fel, i finally know how to download my camera pics to the com.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, its hard not to feel like a computer idiot. bah.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i'll improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/569309/Baby%20mandees..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom got me a new phone! &lt;p&gt;was quite happy for the first few days i got it. who wouldn't be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday, i accompanied my brother to kk to take off his cast. He broke his arm remember? suay bo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/570163/Lolita%20love.095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;felt quite excited since its my first time going to kk. not that i'm proud of going there anyway. There were a lot of kids roaming around, duh, its a children's hospital. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To disgress a little, i think i'm boring. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/614062/Lolita%20love.091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;had a hard time finding clinic P. Thank to these helpful signs, i found it finally. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/439417/Lolita%20love.087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/309605/Lolita%20love.086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the dreaded room. i heard they used a saw to cut open my bro's cast. freakyyy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/975775/Lolita%20love.088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so much magazines for me to browse while waiting. BUT, with my very own eight days, boredom can't hit me. yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/43351/Lolita%20love.089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's nothing wrong with your eyes, i didn't enlarge eight days or something. this week's issue is big, BIG, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/405774/Lolita%20love.090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see the blackish part between the sleeve and the green cast? its dead skin. you can go eww if you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found something fun in the hospital! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/866947/Lolita%20love.092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look! capsule machines! its been so long i turned one. arh, all that nostalgia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not only that, there's even a popcorn machine! no kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/548334/Lolita%20love.093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's even m&amp;m machine beside it. got me pretty nutty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/557451/Lolita%20love.094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;popcorn kennels. makes me wanna catch a movie! bring on the nachos man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;speaking off movies, i caught night at the museum last night. go watch it if you are feeling down. its hilarious! hahahaha, dexter the monkey. LOL. nevermind if you don't understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to end off, here's a bigass self-shot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS FOLKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/824816/Lolita%20love.022-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116686762944457736?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116686762944457736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fun post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO IVY LEE AND HOLLYWOOD STAR KEIRA KNIGHTLEY HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/309422/phpDyTdyW.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1398/400/983741/_41843332_knightly_getty.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEY BOTH WORE THE SAME LOW CUT DRESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think ivy lee wore it better. grow more boobies, keira!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116668764511454727?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116668764511454727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116668764511454727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116668764511454727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116668764511454727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/12/fun-post-what-do-ivy-lee-and-hollywood.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116650644449803274</id><published>2006-12-18T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:34:04.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hired by UOB.&lt;br /&gt;the pay is much better and the job is easier.&lt;br /&gt;no more staring at cd covers and greeting people with a fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;Yippies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116650644449803274?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-116626394566434283</id><published>2006-12-16T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T02:12:25.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HEART ONDEH-ONDEHS.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and xiaolongbaos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mab pokey, i got your birthday present! its shared by me, vonnie, jo and fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY DEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116626394566434283?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116626394566434283/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-116600183247033508</id><published>2006-12-13T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T02:28:03.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pull me away from this hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living with the biggest dickhead in the world,&lt;br /&gt;someone pls save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was still a kid.&lt;br /&gt;when the only things i worried about was why snow white had to eat that poisoned apple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116600183247033508?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30477900.post-116590468059028495</id><published>2006-12-11T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:29:03.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. i decided that blogger rules over all.&lt;br /&gt;i promise not to be so fickle anymore and plspls, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;those who relinked my livejournal address, pls don't flare up.&lt;br /&gt;i know you feel like wrenching off your slipper and throwing it directly at my face, but pls don't.&lt;br /&gt;i love you all and SORRY ok?&lt;br /&gt;haloscan is temporarily down and comments can't be posted.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i promise i get it ready asap!&lt;br /&gt;joanne! i miss you so so much, have lotsa stuff to tell you. faster come back ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116590468059028495?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116590468059028495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116590468059028495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116590468059028495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116590468059028495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-back-and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116399582620537631</id><published>2006-11-19T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:10:26.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beware: This post is going to be full of animals.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, i didn't turn into an animal or whatsoever, its just that i visited the singapore zoo yesterday. all thanks to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000406.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;'the singapore zoo' so says polar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;seriously. this shall be my last time visiting the zoo. don't get it wrong, its not that i hate animals, its just that the zoo is damn humid and stifling hot. its just not my place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First stop&lt;/strong&gt;: stingray! or is it the manray? '___' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there it is, hiding amidst the leaves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;awww. aren't they cute? otters all in a row!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the irritating one. kept crowing non-stop. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our all time favourite ah meng!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the carcass of a dead tiger. white tiger to be specific.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oooo, cool. ballet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;helping its young to surface for air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;baby adbijam! ( name of hippo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;remember phumba from lion king?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;sssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;tribute to the crocodile hunter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000440.jpg" border="0" /&gt; leaping off! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the proud one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the elephant paints!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;elephant's painting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the elephant's foot compared to mine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after seeing all these photos, i STILL do not want to go to the zoo. bye for now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116399582620537631?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116399582620537631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116399582620537631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116399582620537631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116399582620537631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/11/beware-this-post-is-going-to-be-full.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116367971092042920</id><published>2006-11-16T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T04:24:19.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe this, A MATHS IS EASY! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HISTORY! Moe isn't unfeeling after all. All my curses and swears paid off! (:&lt;br /&gt;happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy.&lt;br /&gt;To reward my sudden smartness, i went out shopping with fellicia and mabel. I didn't know why joanne didn't come along. Joanne, if you see this, tell me why!&lt;br /&gt;Orchard was gleaming with christmas decorations and the whole stretch of road looked awesome. Maybe, i will go down to orchard with fellicia this christmas.&lt;br /&gt;i must remember to buy pepper spray cos' there are so many molester pink panthers, especially those stupid bangalas. damn you, singapore girls very nice to touch is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to far east to shop for shoes.&lt;br /&gt;bought this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;fellicia, i bought this instead of the golden pumps. i don't really like the other pair. hehe. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the shoes came with a pretty blue box!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the shoes were bought at mitju, i think level 4 of far east. costs $25.90&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you have a happyhappy day, ciaos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116367971092042920?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116367971092042920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116367971092042920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116367971092042920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116367971092042920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/11/shopping-i-cannot-believe-this-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116357902044332593</id><published>2006-11-15T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:36:58.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lotsa random photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a real boring day BUT,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to bore you with with mundane details.&lt;br /&gt;REMIND ME AGAIN WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE TUITION TODAY?!&lt;br /&gt;yes, amaths. It was a killer yesterday, wow, what a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BECAUSE OF AMATHS, I HAVE TO STICK AT HOME. instead of going out with fellicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no amounts of screaming fuck can make up for my lost shopping hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just some pictures i took while in bore-ville:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000384.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;damn bu shuang &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rosyth! My primary school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me again! XD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yah, i curled my hair, its only temporary though. I don't think you can see it here. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My new hoop earrings! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bought it from dhoby gaut Xchange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My darling.. brother. Nigel, say hello! teehee (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Why are you looking so glum? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/P1000397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;still looking like somebody owes you money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thats all, the battery went out before i could say boring. Tatas, and don't go fall in love with another blog. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116357902044332593?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116357902044332593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116357902044332593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116357902044332593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116357902044332593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/11/lotsa-random-photos-todays-real-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116346948545479098</id><published>2006-11-13T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:58:05.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;My &lt;u&gt;scary&lt;/u&gt; food journal on last Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9.&lt;br /&gt;ate hotdog bun for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/bun_with_dog_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span &gt;this is taken from another website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Had rice and dishes for lunch at 1. It all seems very normal now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;went for tuition at 3.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;During tuition, felt super hungry. started drawing pictures of food on exam papers. was damn engrossed in my artpiece. didn't realise mr chua and the rest of the class was staring at me. omg, damn malu. got suaned like siao again. =.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Break at 4. thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;went to confectionary to get pandan cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/PandanChiffonCakePrimaMix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;so nice and fluffy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ran to 7 eleven to get TWIX!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/twix7bc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fav economical chocolate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saw keith and weisheng. keith asked if i wanted to eat maggi mee with him, obliged since i was starved. Duhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/dry%20soup%20020.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the most fastest way to ease that empty stomach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;went back to tuition and started eating the food i bought&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;immediately after eating, joanne told us her mum is treating us to dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so, off we go. To manzhu restaurant to have dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;mabs introduced seafood mee goreng to me. decided to have that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;bloated like siao after dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;went home with weisheng's company. talk and talk till the bloatedness was gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the minute i went home, mum said she bought pandan waffle. my fav! (: proceeded to stuff it down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/l.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;last but not least, had gingko nut dessert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;went on the scales, STILL 38 KG?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;wah lan eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116346948545479098?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116346948545479098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116346948545479098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116346948545479098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116346948545479098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-scary-food-journal-on-last-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116252961759059210</id><published>2006-11-02T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:53:37.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, the lit paper was... I don't know.. not too bad?&lt;br /&gt;i managed to do everything finish but my handwriting was a disaster. Hopefully, those ang mohs can read cursive. if not i die.&lt;br /&gt;I was like thinking if the twelfth night paper is easy, then maybe i can get at least a b3. ok, i am going to bug god like an irritating fly with my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Please make me do welllll. pleaseplease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak about irritating flies. there's one defaming my blog right now. And her name happens to be amanda. See how unlucky when you have to share your name with a gazillion girls out there and some of them happen to be bitches. obnoxious bitch. She thinks my ego is sky-high. LOL. so, you want me to moan everyday in my blog that i hate myself and i don't deserve to be in this world is it? Who will even do that la? So, DON'T teach me how to blog. If you don't like this blog, its just toooo bad. I most certainly didn't threaten you with a knife to read my blog. So, just shoooo ok. I seriously hate this kind of people, come to your blog, say all kinds of mean things and expect the blogger to take it with a pince of salt. Stupid irritating flies. * do irritated swatting flies motion* bah! I am so not giving a shit about how you think, i love my blog, i love my rantings so get lost if you don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116252961759059210?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116252961759059210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116252961759059210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116252961759059210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116252961759059210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-so-lit-paper-was.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116243784897270637</id><published>2006-11-01T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:28:38.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She was a phantom of delight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;when first she gleamed upon my sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A apparition sent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;to be a moment's ornament. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is probably the only phrase i like when i read my literature text. The other details were boring like siao. I must get an a1! a1! a1! I couldn't sleep last night cos i was thinking of my a1. Literature is one of my best subjects in sec 1 and 2, but somehow it kept fluctuating when i got to sec 3. Later at 2pm shall be my judgement day, wah lau, damn excited. lol. Hopefully i can remember the bunch of phrases i crammed into my brain at the last minute. Wish me good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116243784897270637?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116243784897270637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116243784897270637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116243784897270637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116243784897270637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/11/she-was-phantom-of-delight-when-first.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116234639740016972</id><published>2006-10-31T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T03:20:52.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joanne's birthday party!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last thursday after maths tuition, me, fellicia and mabel went to crash joanne's house cos it was her birthday. Hey joanne! Happy belated burstday! ( no spelling error) It was pretty late already so my mum wasn't too happy when I got home. Joanne's mum was super enthu about her guests and started snapping candid photos of us. Lol, her mum is very funny. Some of the poses that we did was what she insisted us on doing. So that night at a certain amber road building was a whole lot of joy and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos to prove it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Joanne's expensive birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I swear I was so excited when I saw the cake was bought from Haagen Dazs. It was heaven, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/DSC_0003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;joanne's mum was the 'conductor' as we belt out the birthday song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Happy birthday to joanne, happy birthday to uuuuuu. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stick that tongue out again and I'll cut it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l231/mrschz/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;16 kisses for the birthday girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/DSC_0002.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;luv ya, girlfriends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/DSC_0015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tucking into the lovely strawberry cheesecake. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;More yum! Thanks, joanne's mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The cake was just fantabulous, had a great time eating it. My favourite flavour somemore. But the strawberries were very sour, everybody was scrunching up their faces as they ate it. haha. It wasn't a good hair day for me. Bah. Who cares? The star is not even me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next up: After the O levels' mother tongue papers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I shall pray hard that i can get an a1 this time. At least if i get an a1, i didn't retake in vain. Fellicia, me and joanne went down to Raffles City to eat at The Soup Spoon. Mabel didn't come along cos she didn't retake chinese. Zhong Zhong gave her so much shit for that. As usual, Fellicia had her velvety mushroom strangoff ( is it the correct spelling?) and Joanne ordered the beef goulash. I decided to try the tangy tomato with basil. Not bad if you like something spicy and sour at the same time. Silly me ordered a grande bowl cos i wanted to get a chop on my soupaholic card. Wah lau eh, in the end i couldn't finish it, lol, fell and jo tried it and found it awful. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/beef%20goulash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Beef goulash, the one jo ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/square016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tangy tomato with basil, I ordered this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/velvety%20mushroom%20strangoff.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fellicia ordered the velvety mushroom soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/Photo-0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;on the bus before reaching soup spoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I just realised Kampong Glam is a very nice place to look around. While joanne and fellicia goof around with the ipod, I saw this very funky textile shop, nice nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/snap%28092%29%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bigass photo of the 3 of us! Pweety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/snap%28093%29%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me and dear fellicia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Luckily i got the photos from fell so fast, if it was joanne, i think it will take like 3 months before the photos get in my hands. Thanks, fell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I should just invest in a camera myself. Tmr's lit paper. The stupid book is so boring can. I finally manage to read the whole book by today. Its the most boring book i read in my entire life. bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cheerios, everyone!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116234639740016972?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116234639740016972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116234639740016972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116234639740016972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116234639740016972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/joannes-birthday-party-last-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116191840477618466</id><published>2006-10-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:14:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I always wanted to put in SURVEY forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;An example&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fill in your particulars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 10-12 March &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;( see how long I had to put up with your boring ramblings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: School Hall &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;( why not somewhere nicer like Raffles Hotel?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company: XXX &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;( who the hell gives a damn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Amanda Wing &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;( How dare you not know me?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact no: XXXXXXXX &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;( why? want to chase me ah? Lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email: &lt;a href="mailto:allamanduh@hotmail.com"&gt;allamanduh@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;( don't spam me hor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Please indicate the appropriate response to each of the following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. The session was well designed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;strongly agree- well designed to make us sleep, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. I received information from the session I can use immediately in my daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;strongly disagree- =.=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. The handouts were very useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no comments, dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. The consultant used good facilitation skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;man, he was so good he made us go zzz in less than five mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. The consultant appropriately involved participants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sure, those in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;6. The session met the stated objectives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;whatever you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;7. The session was valuable and I would recommend it to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no way. They will throw eggs at me for recommending such a boring course. I don't want my mug to be splattered with yellow gooey stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;8. Overall, I am very satisfied with the training provided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GO EAT MY SOCKS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;9. The two things I like best about the session are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;when the facilitator said ' okay, its the end of my presentation' and the loud cheers when he said that.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;10. I think this session could be improved if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;you pay me to attend, instead of me paying to attend.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;11. Other comments: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What do you want me to say?! I already said it was boring with a capital B!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a total crapass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. Tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116191840477618466?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116191840477618466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116191840477618466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116191840477618466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116191840477618466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-i-always-wanted-to-put-in-survey.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116184767213553783</id><published>2006-10-26T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:10:50.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;u&gt;BIG&lt;/u&gt; Hello again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with ' Bye, I have to study now for 0s'! Lol. What was I thinking at that time?&lt;br /&gt;I decided to revert back to Haloscan after flashbox gave me so much problems.&lt;br /&gt;Just click on thumbs-ups to tag your comments, its simple and fast.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, this blogskin is super girly, with all the colourful hearts and all. I am going to be a girly girl from now onwards, no more loud guffaws for me. Only small, discreet giggles. Just kidding. (:&lt;br /&gt;New stuff aside, I am going to comment about how happy I am to hear about Mabel hating the stupid lousy SBS service.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you tell me earlier that you hated taking the bus?! Haha, I thought I am the only demanding, unsatisfied customer.&lt;br /&gt;The stupid bus drivers gave me so much shit ok. Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;If their f-uped attitudes didn't infuriate you to death, what about the musty, gross sweat smell lingering on the bus?! Man, it really stinks. I seriously wonder do those people actually bath. Inconsiderate mofos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time I got up an SBS bus and this disgusting uncle shitted and peed on the bus. Yes! He actually did that!&lt;br /&gt;The whole bus stank like shit ( no pun intended) literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, I was at the bus-stop waiting for the bus. The bus came after 10 minutes and the old lady in front of me waved her gargatuan umbrella to flag the bus. So, I thought with such a exaggerated customer, I don't have to wave anymore. It turned out to be that the old lady saw the wrong bus. ( I wonder why) The stupid bus driver just drove off, giving me that ' Aww, too bad, I don't give a shit about you' look. What the fuck. Lol. So clever me took another bus behind to catch up with the first one. I managed to. The moment I boarded the bus, ( the one the mofo was driving), he was damn bu shuang and scolded me for not waving my hand vigrously enough to stop the bus. I gave him a ' don't make me slap you' look and went to sit down. Man, that guy was plain rude. So the next time I board the bus, I make sure I wave and wave and wave until the bus driver finally stops. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. Remember to comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116184767213553783?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116184767213553783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116184767213553783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116184767213553783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116184767213553783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-hello-again-to-hell-with-bye-i.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116141124720963295</id><published>2006-10-20T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:14:07.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;will be back&lt;/u&gt; till 0's are over.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. Watch this space for my prom pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. AMANDA'S HAIR TIP #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't always blowdry your hair. Leave it to nature. Frequent blowdrying will damage the roots, resulting in dry, fizzy locks.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't tell youuu. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116141124720963295?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116141124720963295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116141124720963295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116141124720963295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116141124720963295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/bye.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116131769327032082</id><published>2006-10-19T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:14:53.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOANNE&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses, girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116131769327032082?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116131769327032082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116131769327032082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116131769327032082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116131769327032082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-belated-birthday-joanne-hugs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116117751973592519</id><published>2006-10-18T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T06:18:39.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, here's something for me to show off:&lt;br /&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY A NOVICE IN AUDITIONSEA!!! (:(: I'm no longer stifffyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;(: so happy. Mabel thinks I'm addicted to that game, but it's &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Its really fun and all ok, all that dancing. Here, go download the &lt;a href="http://auditionsea.com."&gt;&lt;strong&gt;game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm supposed to be studying now, but i feel suffocated. I'm not the sort who go ' oh, now i must go home and study, one day is equal to one day of knowledge'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shut up already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haze is getting worse these days, my house feels stifling hot. Thank god for inventing air cons. I am just glad my hair is turning into a ball of frizz. (Did you see Lee Fang Lan's hair? It looks like something a donkey will eat. Hay, You know?)&lt;br /&gt;Talking about hair...&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes, Ashley. My hair's smooth and silky, whatever. I don't do anything to it though. I don't even use conditioner. I think the more you want to get something, the more you don't get it. Its pretty sad, like how I wish my maths will improve but no amount of wishing will help. Sad, sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;Ash, I think this might help,&lt;br /&gt;When you wash your hair, always use &lt;s&gt;heated&lt;/s&gt; warm water (not burning water, you doofoo) to get rid of the shampoo. Then douse your hair with cold water to contract those hair shafts. Hot water make those hair shafts expand, and cold water contract them.&lt;br /&gt;It works wonders for me, so it might work for you too. Don't say I not nice to you hor.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Don't ever ever use your thumbnails to scrub your hair, use the flesh on ur fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Ruffle your hair once in a while to create that big hair look.&lt;br /&gt;Yeps, thats all, i think. Good luck to you, girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. Dove don't work for me, try Loreal instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116117751973592519?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116117751973592519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116117751973592519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116117751973592519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116117751973592519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-heres-something-for-me-to-show-off.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116115050137297407</id><published>2006-10-17T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:49:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered how come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noses Run and Feet Smell ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Increase And Decrease Make Sense, But Not Improve And Deprove?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life's just like that. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116115050137297407?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116115050137297407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116115050137297407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116115050137297407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116115050137297407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-you-ever-wondered-how-come-noses.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116098011322213027</id><published>2006-10-15T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:28:33.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pierced my ears.&lt;br /&gt;I created a hole in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;I am officially having the same pierced ears as 1000000000000000 other girls.&lt;br /&gt;I mutilated myself.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But i like it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. Fellicia, I'll still accompany you to pierce yours, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s. I hate my brother. goddamn bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116098011322213027?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116098011322213027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116098011322213027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116098011322213027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116098011322213027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-pierced-my-ears.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116096460338828117</id><published>2006-10-15T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:10:03.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me Bingung Mama ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glued to this awesome korean drama all this while which I haven been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I am not nice hor. The show's called goong in korean, gong in chinese, princess hours in english and a couple more funny names in different languages.&lt;br /&gt;You can go get the vcd from TS, Poh kim or bluemax, OR for those who don't want to spend a single cent, you can go watch it from youtube. But trust me, its much hassle-free if you just go buy the vcd.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a princess, I want to be a princess. By the way, a crown princess is called bingung mama in Korean. Linette, Korean dramas are nice! (:&lt;br /&gt;Yoon Eun Hye was so cute! My god, I want to be a princessssss. Call me Princess Amanda from now on. Or does Princess Manda sound nicer? Princess Mandy? eww. ok, it will be just Princess Amanda for now.&lt;br /&gt;I heard there's gonna be a season 2 but the whole cast will be revamped. Aww, so sad. I want my Yoon Eun Hye and Joo Ji Hoon! But i'll still watch the season 2 when it comes out since season 1 was so fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/goong2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yoon Eun Hye and gang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/Goong3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/goong4.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reformed. I love Korean shows now! yay. All hail Princess Amanda again! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116096460338828117?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116096460338828117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116096460338828117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116096460338828117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116096460338828117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/call-me-bingung-mama-i-was-glued-to.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116036669405482346</id><published>2006-10-08T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:04:54.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Separated at Birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't you think our local stars remind us of the celebrities in Hollywood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reigning Queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/1600/zoe%20tay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/zoe%20tay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/julia_roberts.0.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;If you have no clue who the ladies above are, you are really living on Mars. These two leading ladies have been in the limelight for nearly 20 years and apparently, they are still hogging it. All hail the queen ! [ for those martians, its Zoe Tay and Julia Roberts]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Iconic Similarities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ( in my opinion !)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. They both have equally erm, large mouths.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. They are supposedly the queen of caldecott hill and hollywood respectively.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. They gave their sons funny-sounding names. ( poor babies.) Who would name their son Brayden? And philen.. what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then we have the &lt;strong&gt;Princess of Pert&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/1600/fiona%20xie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/fiona%20xie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/angelina-jolie-pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first thing we think about when we look at them is that dirty 3 letter word. Personally, I'm on the Angelina team. *yay, waves team flag* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Iconic Similarities&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. They look HAWT in a bikini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. They are damn sexy. ( oh, god. i sound like a chee ko pek)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. They still look hot without make up. (duh.)&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;strong&gt;The leading male.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/1600/julian-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/julian-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/brandon-routh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, my, god. Can i squeal? hot, HOT ! lol. Needless to say, every girl's dream guy. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iconic Similarities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Look at their bodies. The six pec ! hot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Their mug. even hotter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. ( the blogger is now too weak to type. She's probably reduced to drooling on her keyboard.)&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;strong&gt;The oldies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/1600/phpUCP0RL_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/phpUCP0RL_s.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/penn_sean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They got a hell lotta experience. And they are forever hogging the best actor. supporting..yada, yada. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iconic Similarities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. They are like super old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. You'll probably see them acting as the patriach of the household.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I find them damn boring. (yawn)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? don't you think Singapore is like Hollywood? Lol. I am just trying to console myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116036669405482346?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116036669405482346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116036669405482346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116036669405482346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116036669405482346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/separated-at-birth-dont-you-think-our.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116028879401034131</id><published>2006-10-07T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:03:45.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have been getting pretty bad lately.&lt;br /&gt;There's the haze, then my friends pang sei me for Changi Airport ( not that i really want to go there, its just that I was SO bored in school ok. Nobody to bitch to, nobody to share my boredom blah blah), some love problems, some family problems...&lt;br /&gt;Life hasn't been good for me these days, but I'm born optimistic so I'll try to get through this bad phase.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really irritated by the stupid haze. My eyes became red for a couple of hours and my voice is getting raspier and raspier. What the fuck is their problem? Burn what tree man. Stupid doofoo.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what got into me on Friday. I acually went to school. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was really boring. I slept through all the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Yin zhou was nice, Meiling was nice, Huiyi was nice. Keith was also nice, ahh, everyone was nice. LOL. Everyone was exceptionally nice to me because none of my good friends came to school. So sad yeah? I felt like a pig last friday. I just kept sleeping and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my dad. He says he wants to disown me. LOL. I was really happy when he said that. I hate him like shit. F-up and get out of my life. I don't need your smelly cash. I don't need your stupid house. Can I take my pillow with me? lol. I can't live without my blueblue. ( my pillow's name, very lame, i know)&lt;br /&gt;I have to go eat the soba noodles my brother prepared. yes, he can cook. I can't. Stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116028879401034131?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116028879401034131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116028879401034131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116028879401034131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116028879401034131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-have-been-getting-pretty-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-116003085398833133</id><published>2006-10-04T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:53:46.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Graduation Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even dare to think of the day I'm leaving GM.&lt;br /&gt;Four years of fun, toil and joy just zoomed pass like that.&lt;br /&gt;I can still freaking remember the first day of school. Wah piang so nerdy, shirt tucked in neatly, socks pulled up, skirt super long, fringe pinned up. Whoa, what a drastic difference.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I was still in sec 2 or 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't want to leave GM !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the day I have to leave, I'll grab a pillar and not budge. Laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Mimsie says I can still visit the school when I'm free. But it won't be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hiaz. *sighs* so sad..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the pictures on Graduation Day:&lt;br /&gt;( I kind of have this feeling Graduation Day is our death anniversary or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/lalalas%28068%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Forgive the lighting, the sun was too bright.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/lalalas%28070%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stupid untidy hair. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/lalalas%28074%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snorting at Joanne's self-obsessedness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/lalalas%28075%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mabel's ear is HUGE compared to mine. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can't bear to leave GM. All that memories, all that fun. I'll miss a certain bunch of people (Jiahui, Olivia, Weien, Huilun..etc) from choir. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'll miss my crazy besties. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Joanne, mab, lets hope we go to the same JC together ok? lol. pray we get into the same class too. Felliciaaa, I'll miss you like siao. Never mind, lets go out more often. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aww, man. I don't ever want to leave GM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-116003085398833133?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/116003085398833133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=116003085398833133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116003085398833133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/116003085398833133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/10/graduation-day-i-dont-even-dare-to.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115952233961599956</id><published>2006-09-29T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:32:19.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day-out with BESTIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I met them at Somerset Mrt station since they all ganged up to meet each other first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stinky little bitches. Haha. Late somemore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for those tardy queens, I decided to watch some movie trailers from the lcd screen at the mrt station. It was quite interesting so I became engrossed pretty quickly. Especially when they aired &lt;strong&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/strong&gt;. Jesse McCalfe was hot, Hot, HOT. I had to stop myself for drooling at him. Just kidding, I'm not Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;By the time, Mabs called my handphone ( I was still transfixed on the screen), I was 5 minutes late. As I walked up the stairs to the control station, I made a mental note to buy the Desperate Housewives Vcd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We got our tickets for John Tucker must die at the counter. Lol, Mabs and I started bitching about the ticket lady's nose. It was so sickeningly oily and big and pimply and disgusting.. and yadaa, yadaa. Mabs even spotted a Fellicia lookalike! Haha, I didn't really agree with her though. Every girl wears a skirt and top to Orchard what. What the big deal about it. We were freaking early for the movie, so we strolled around Cine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4498.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Photo whores on the escalator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fell, Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4505.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Err, Mabs, where is Jo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mabs, Fell, Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4507.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, there she is! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mabs, Fell, Me, Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All sweet and demure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo, Fell, Me, Mabs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Open season for 2 morons, who's interested?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mabs, couple of animals, Fell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Didn't we have the same idea a few months ago? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lol, we are so unoriginal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Always so spastic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fell, Jo, Mabs, Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And now the fun part!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;0oo, haunted house..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fell, Me, Mabs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fooling around in the toilet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mabs, Jo, Me, Fell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And the movie starts! Jesse McCalfe.. Mine. hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/JTMD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;On the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Babes in a row!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fell, Mabs, Me, Jo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/mabel%27s%20underwear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ehem. So now, we all know Mab wears white undies with pinkish lines. You did not hear it from me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, leave me to fantasize more about Jesse McCalfe. uhhmm, those biceps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115952233961599956?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115952233961599956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115952233961599956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115952233961599956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115952233961599956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-out-with-besties-i-met-them-at.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115889607377002655</id><published>2006-09-21T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:34:33.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad bad &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Dad took the whole family out for dinner. Maybe he's &lt;em&gt;possessed&lt;/em&gt;? You'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;So back to dinner. I wanted to go ding tai fung and eat that savory fried rice and of course its clean and hygenic there. But what the heck. That git took us to this restaurant at Teck Whye road. I fucking hate that place, even though I never go there before.&lt;br /&gt;A overwhelming stench of stale fishyness greeted me the moment I stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;I sound like I'm writing a compo. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Restaurants are supposed to have that nice cooking smell permeating the air. But no, that yucky place smelt like fishes were left decomposing there for a whole millenium. And unfortunately, I happen to loathe fishes.&lt;br /&gt;A huge fish in a form of a waitress came to wait on us. wah lau, she smelt so damn fishy ok. I am not exaggerating. The moment she came to our table, I had to cover my nose discreetly lest I die of barfing from the fishyness.&lt;br /&gt;After ordering the food, momsie asked me what drink i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH WOMAN: shi lor, xiao mei mei, ni yao shen me? Lime juice, coke hai shi qi ta de?&lt;br /&gt;[ ya lor, little girl, what you want to drink? lime juice, coke or any others?]&lt;br /&gt;Me: ermm, * &lt;em&gt;cover nose more discreetly&lt;/em&gt;* Lime juice. *whimpers at her stench as she turns around and walk to the kitchen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau, so smellyyyy. I never want to go back to that stupid place ever again. The worst is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was ready and as I see her approaching my table with the food, I covered my nose again. That fish woman stood beside me and placed the food on the table over my head.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck. Her armpit hair was like in abundance man. Is she trying to compete for the Guiness Book of world records? It was so so long. Yuck yuck yuck. Phui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hate that resturant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115889607377002655?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115889607377002655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115889607377002655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115889607377002655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115889607377002655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/bad-bad-bad-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115875310691248759</id><published>2006-09-20T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T04:53:59.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more papers to go. AND i am free again. Yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;Know the thing about 'lightbulbs', Kimberly is one effing good example.&lt;br /&gt;She sticks to poor ehem and ehem like super glue and doesn't feel awkward at all. How freaking thick-skined is that? Maybe she was an elephant in her previous life? okay, thats being lame.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, couldn't be bother to talk to her after a math today. Speaking about a math, it really sucks. My stupidity really sucks. For some reason, she came to talk to us. So i was like ' what the hellll.' BUT I was still nice. I said hello and kept quiet. She went on yakking about some shit and mabel got kindda irritated.&lt;br /&gt;So did I. But i kept my cool. Lol. Then what you expect me to do? Yell at her for being a pain in the ass meh? Thats like so attention seeking man.&lt;br /&gt;I think Keith is nice. He remembered our bet, lol. after so long. I beat him in amath last exam, so incredulous and unbelievable, i know. So, that nice fellow treated me to a meal at Mac. (:&lt;br /&gt;Very nice of him. I totally forgot about that. I hate going to the mac at Kallang because I always see Kaixiong there. Keith and Joanne reckon he likes me and I like him. But, that's effing rubbish ok. Those two asses went round telling everyone about their stupid discovery. What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to blog now. Wait till the end of exams, then I blog something interesting ok? Just wait for me, &lt;u&gt;I'll be back!&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My tag board's rotting away already. Please tag a line or 2 after you visit my blog,k? Luv ya. Oh ya, daniel? tell me the pw to ur blog then I can go crap there. haha. thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115875310691248759?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115875310691248759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115875310691248759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115875310691248759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115875310691248759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/2-more-papers-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115855550993124645</id><published>2006-09-17T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:38:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I screwed up my poached egg. [sunny side-up]&lt;br /&gt;The rare times I decided to whip up something for myself, I &lt;u&gt;just had&lt;/u&gt; to screw it up. How fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, cooking's not my thing. Neither is chinese. And math.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't know how to break an egg and when i cracked it against the wok, the yolk was destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Someone say ' Good lord.' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And so, the poached egg (supposed to be) became a scambled egg. Okay, worse than that.&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, when i suddenly developed the hide of an elephant, I'll post that gross, unlike-egg picture for you to laugh at my absymal cullinary skills.&lt;br /&gt;My maid, who has been standing beside me had this incredulous look on her face the whole time i was attempting to cook my poached egg.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, there's always cooking lessons available at those CCs when i really need them. (: talk about thinking on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;Lunching with popo has never been this fun. Lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popo just cooked her promfret and she brought it to the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What the heck is this? * starts laughing hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;Popo: Tu siow meh? [ what are you laughing at? in hainanese]&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tu la! Tu gai wu! [ You la, your fish! in hainanese] *laughs somemore*&lt;br /&gt;Popo: xiang dai [ like shit right? in hainanese]&lt;br /&gt;* laughs like never before/ the world's gonna end*&lt;br /&gt;My maid: yours no better what. *points at my egg*&lt;br /&gt;Me:*stops laughing* what laa? people cannot cook mah *sees fish, starts laughing again, nearly choke on rice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau, damn funny. Well, to me. Arhh, I love my popo. and her fish. Now I know where i get my lousy cooking skills from. LOL.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115855550993124645?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115855550993124645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115855550993124645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115855550993124645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115855550993124645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-screwed-up-my-poached-egg.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115839965161894544</id><published>2006-09-16T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T02:40:51.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/400/ee868b5e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posing and preening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deborah, Tanya, ME, Yvonee, Edlin, Verillyn, Huiyi, Joanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115839965161894544?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115839965161894544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115839965161894544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115839965161894544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115839965161894544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-my-class.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115839012764571474</id><published>2006-09-15T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:02:07.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am so going to watch that &lt;em&gt;someday&lt;/em&gt;. After all that stupid prelims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red looks damn scary to me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find that Stacie Orrico's song - I'm not waiting for you- for ages. But damn, no results. If anyone has that song, please send to me via msn. Thanks a bomb. (:&lt;br /&gt;There's like so many movies screening in cinemas while i'm cooped up at school doing papers and more papers. Crikey. The school's being sooo considerate. *rolls eyes.*&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, my momsie promised me the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7.2 Mega Pixel Cyber-shot T10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if i do well for 0s'.&lt;br /&gt;Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/top_top.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; The range of beauties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/ft1_image_08.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;This is the one i am going to get. Duhh. =.='' If not what, black ah? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This shall be a very lovely Christmas present. Merry Christmas, everyone! Hahaha. Early greeting, alright? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115839012764571474?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115839012764571474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115839012764571474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115839012764571474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115839012764571474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/john-tucker-must-die.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115831900296077991</id><published>2006-09-15T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T04:16:42.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oops. Jasmine was voted out.&lt;br /&gt;There goes my $50. Lucky Hanzong.&lt;br /&gt;I suspect Joanne wasn't herself today. She actually wanted to go sakae sushi with me. Hahaha, of course i didn't turn her down. In fact, I was quite happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;Something embarrassing happened to both of us when we went to Marina Square. I swear I must be the biggest doofu in Singapore. Never want to go back to the same outlet in MS again. Scarely they recognised the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;The hooha about the IMF meeting is quite expectable, like for example, during Chinese New Year, obviously you'll doll up your house when you invite your relatives over right? That goes to same when Singapore wants to look its best when international delegates come. I can't believe some insensitive fellows actually bombasted the government with questions like ' how come you so nice to those ang-mohs?' . It just sounds so primary school when people have nothing better to do. My gawd.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Marina Square. Lmao. Joanne, I am very fullll. :D thats' our personal joke, never mind if you don't get it. I just love that girl very very much, oh yeah. We went to a super big cd shop which i had forgetten the name in City Link after gorging ourselves crazy with sushi, steamed eggs and fried stuff. I felt so sickeningly bloated after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;" If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it, that,&lt;br /&gt;sufeiting. The appetite may sicken and so die."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was so random. Haha. Well, that's me. Take it or leave it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115831900296077991?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115831900296077991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115831900296077991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115831900296077991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115831900296077991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115822615618075895</id><published>2006-09-14T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:29:16.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid fucking tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;While I am blogging away here, he's busy scolding my poor brother like mad. My mum just don't get what i mean about changing that asshole. She thinks he's good but i think he's not.&lt;br /&gt;He's like twice my size man, fat shit. I can't stand people who scolds or bullies my youngest brother. [ read: youngest brother. I care less about the older one]&lt;br /&gt;I decided that i dislike thai food now.&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from thai express after lunch. Now, if mabel begs me to go there again, its a NO to her. So much for going there every week. Siao lah u, mabel.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I still prefer my japanese cuisine. All that succulent salmon, wasabi and lovely chawanmushi. I can eat that every week. (:&lt;br /&gt;Jiahui! Are we going sakae anytime? By the way, do you remember the time i told you about that restaurant at Suntec? Its nice but expensive.. so are we going there? I am craving for that now. Can anyone accompany me there? I am damn bored studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115822615618075895?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115822615618075895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115822615618075895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115822615618075895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115822615618075895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/stupid-fucking-tuition-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115805327326056188</id><published>2006-09-12T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T02:27:53.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JASMINE WILL WIN SINGAPORE IDOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ I think]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanzong, get ready to hand over that $$. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115805327326056188?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115805327326056188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115805327326056188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115805327326056188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115805327326056188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/jasmine-will-win-singapore-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115796326715565065</id><published>2006-09-11T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:27:47.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's new? - A math was a killer.&lt;br /&gt;My tagboard is becoming stagnant, so please tag after you read my blog, k? Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;What's new - late for school again.&lt;br /&gt;Crikey. I hate the taxi driver. forever making me late. Which idiot will use the CTE in the mornings man? Its jammed like mad. Stupid goof. He's not the one getting all that scoldings ok. &lt;blockquote&gt;' 2 papers down. Few more to go.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115796326715565065?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115796326715565065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115796326715565065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115796326715565065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115796326715565065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-new-math-was-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115769364869325087</id><published>2006-09-07T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:34:08.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks Jo,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for studying with me yesterday, woman!&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much more motivated to do well for social studies. ok, strike that part out. (:&lt;br /&gt;To those who doubt if i really studied,&lt;br /&gt;I DID STUDY. for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Fellicia, I think the standard of the mango tango at Rockery dropped a little. The uncle gave me lousy mangoes... But i still drank it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4303.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so difficult to find a place to study after all. We settled at Mos Burger after roaming around Bugis. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The studying finally commerces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wrote pages and pages of notes. Man, my hand hurts! Well, at least i &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; something..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We studied for about two hours or so then we got bored. Haha. That was needless to say. Mr Chua told me my attention span is very short. I guess thats true. Then joanne whipped out her camera so the photo whoring began. *Oh, like what a suprise.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joanne, I do not look like a midget in this photo OK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Damn zi lian. I know. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pose, baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm, I want to eat ice-cream later. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is so not my idea. But just scroll on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;THE JOANNE AND AMANDA'S GUIDE TO KAWAIINESS. *cringes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- master the 1-10 pose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Three!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Four!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Five!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Six!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And i carried on with the rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Seven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nine! ignore my spastic look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP4341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ten!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yay! The end!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. For those who kept asking if I changed my email address because of that damn hacker, I did not. Its still &lt;a href="mailto:gurlierocks@yahoo.com.sg"&gt;gurlierocks@yahoo.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;. (email + Msn) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115769364869325087?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115769364869325087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115769364869325087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115769364869325087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115769364869325087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks-jo-thanks-for-studying-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115760456362006909</id><published>2006-09-06T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:49:23.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am smart.&lt;br /&gt;I am super duper good at math.&lt;br /&gt;I am the math genious in &lt;s&gt;43&lt;/s&gt; the entire school.&lt;br /&gt;I am the next _______ [ insert up and coming math brainiac].&lt;br /&gt;I am the best, I can solve everything that is regarding math.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WAHHH.I want to bawl like mad. Yinzhou, tell your dad his method is not working. I still don't feel &lt;u&gt;any&lt;/u&gt; smarter when it comes to math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115760456362006909?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115760456362006909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115760456362006909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115760456362006909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115760456362006909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115743512181735308</id><published>2006-09-04T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:48:37.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;190306 - shuizuidaizhong - cute girl ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/D8x31LqKgPs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is effing' funny.&lt;br /&gt;My granny thought i was mad when she saw me guffawing at the com.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115743512181735308?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115743512181735308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115743512181735308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115743512181735308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115743512181735308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/190306-shuizuidaizhong-cute-girl-this.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115742808954958136</id><published>2006-09-04T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:48:09.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised almost the whole world is blogging about Steve Irwin..&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115742808954958136?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115742808954958136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115742808954958136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115742808954958136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115742808954958136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-realised-almost-whole-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115742119816476170</id><published>2006-09-04T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:53:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh. my. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the friendly jovial &lt;s&gt;roundtard&lt;/s&gt; man from the crocodile hunters series? Steve Irwin? Does it ring a bell? Well, he got pierced in the heart by a stingray barb and died.&lt;br /&gt;My dad who is illiterate in chinese thought he suffered from a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;The moment he heard ' xin' [ heart in chinese], he was so sure it was a heart attack. Until i of course, clarified.&lt;br /&gt;I find it damn saddening. He left behind his wife, son and daughter. Man, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i don't watch that crocodile series of his, but my heart goes out to his kin.&lt;br /&gt;The only consolation bit was he died while attempting something he loved. Ironic? I don't see it that way. At least he passed away a happy man after doing something he always loved to do, despite all that controversey about attempting a michael jackson.&lt;br /&gt;Here's something for you, buddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l231/mrschz/steveirwin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crocs' rule like you have always said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115742119816476170?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115742119816476170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115742119816476170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115742119816476170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115742119816476170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115736250034475717</id><published>2006-09-04T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T02:36:12.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TESSA (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A MY FUNNY ENTERTAINER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late greeting, tes! I'll get you a present when i am free ok?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Amanda is known for her uber late [ belated] birthday presents. :D I promise i get you something real nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the present arrives, here's a cake and the song for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;" Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to Tessa, Happy Birthday to youuu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l231/mrschz/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115736250034475717?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115736250034475717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115736250034475717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115736250034475717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115736250034475717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-belated-birthday-tessa.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115718618065845692</id><published>2006-09-02T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:36:21.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this is so last summer, yesterday, history.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I want to post it cos' it reminds me of the fun times 43 spent together. ROCK ON!4three! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP3645.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lynn is cut off from the pic, poor thing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP3646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That goofball, Yan Bing. Daryl should take her in hand. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP3647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RAHH. Everytime like that one, cannot take a decent shot without my hair in my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP3587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I look hunchbacked. ): This phrase is so cliched' but heck: FRIENDS FORVER, MY JOANNE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP3595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So blurred. Joanne, ME, audballey. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP3596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hamming it up for the camera &lt;3&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/IMGP3607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pat Pat. Good girl. HAH. Both of us look damn sweaty.. I played soccer a few minutes before taking this pic. As for linette.. hmm. What got her so hot and bothered? (: *cheeky grin*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;' FUN times end fast, but the MEMORIES stay and never vanish'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115718618065845692?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115718618065845692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115718618065845692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115718618065845692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115718618065845692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-this-is-so-last-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115716596828072170</id><published>2006-09-01T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:07:39.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new love!&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides all those taiwanese dramas that is.&lt;br /&gt;(: Darn excited to tell all of you!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE PWETTY CUPCAKES AT &lt;a href="http://www.c-cup.biz"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.c-cup.biz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;especially the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;pink icing one.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, that was the only one I tried so I can't speak much for the others. You can go try and tell me how it tastes like! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;I think you have to go order the cupcake from the website then wait for it to come knocking on your door.&lt;br /&gt;I am not really too sure about the exact procedure cos' my mum kop one from her colleague for me. Lucky me, i know. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115716596828072170?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115716596828072170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115716596828072170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115716596828072170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115716596828072170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-new-love-well-besides-all-those.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115703027975590022</id><published>2006-08-31T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T06:17:59.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad day for me today.&lt;br /&gt;It was supposedly a great day but it turned out to be the worst day in my life for me. So ironic, i know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to think about all the happy stuff which once happened to me, but somehow, it doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;Someone passed off as me in msn and went round using the f-word, in my name. How i hate that person.&lt;br /&gt;He/She has probably nothing better to do. I really feel like shit now. Hope the day ends fast. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115703027975590022?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115703027975590022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115703027975590022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115703027975590022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115703027975590022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-day-for-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115665031691214807</id><published>2006-08-26T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:37:47.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A POLITICALLY CORRECT POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;For starters, I don't think i did anything wrong and i don't see the need to apologise. If my english was sucky, i would gallantly admit it. What the hell is wrong with being frank? My chinese is shitty, sometimes i even wish Li laoshi can go abit slower so that i can grasp what's she talking about. My math is no better, try teaching me and i can guarantee you will puke blood in less than 15 minutes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;See, i admit and accept my own flaws, be it embarrassing or what- not. Thanks to those who speak up for me. *thumps chest* You guys are the best man. lol.&lt;br /&gt;To anonymous, I have absolutely nothing to say about your ' bo liao ness'. Oh ya, one more thing. I prefer to be called a bitch than an ah lian. Cos' i most definitely am not an ah lian, for pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;By putting the url on my blog, i am not pointing fingers at anyone, let alone launching a personal attack. By deleting that post, i am not being ' humji' but i actually do listen to my friends. I am not the sort who go ' oh, amanda is the best, i listen to myself only'. I actually take the effort to listen to what's good for me and implement it. Lastly, get off my friends' backs. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115665031691214807?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115665031691214807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115665031691214807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115665031691214807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115665031691214807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/politically-correct-post.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115651658947449527</id><published>2006-08-25T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:39:32.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Ever since i started playing netball during recess, i have been drenched in sweat like almost everyday. Netball is a fun sport, helps me maintain my weight but at the same time, it is uber tiring. I'll just continue to play it till i get sick of it then. I had tuition with yinzhou's father. Today's lesson was quite vivacious. All the suans, laughter, gossip kept circulating the whole room. I guess, that's what you get when you put a couple of friends together. Too beat to blog more, shall blog longer when i am feeling much energetic k?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams and good nightie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115651658947449527?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115651658947449527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115651658947449527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115651658947449527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115651658947449527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/ever-since-i-started-playing-netball.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115641882337361646</id><published>2006-08-24T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:41:15.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAHH, SO SCREWED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I screwed up my practical.&lt;br /&gt;BOO. I just realised i really suck at chem and phy pract. Anyone care to teach me?&lt;br /&gt;I sat beside tanya and yinzhou today. One is bent on cheating, the other is so scared of getting found out. Its still enjoyable though. And hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;YanBing, you owe me one ok. After all, i helped you score that 2 marks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the impending fail, i feel like whacking my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Damn me and my retarded brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115641882337361646?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115641882337361646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115641882337361646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115641882337361646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115641882337361646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/bahh-so-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115632898872677719</id><published>2006-08-23T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:42:27.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I GET PISSED WHENEVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have to take the bus. I LOATHE TAKING THE DAMN BUS. period. Its freaking squeezy, smelly, not to mention having to withstand irritating fellow bus passengers. The other day when i took the bus with joanne, there's this middle-aged man who came up to me and asked how to get to geylang sunggei. I know mummy told me not to talk to strangers but being the nice girl i am, i said i don't know. I mean that's basic manners what. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT DID THAT JERK DO? He was not very happy with the ' i don't know' and scolded me for not knowing my way round Singapore. What an idiot. Like he know like that lor. Know then come and ask me for what?! Stupid old fart. Another time, i boarded the bus, i came across this mad woman. She was like singing ' yue liang dai biao wo de xin' out loud. I was of course, damn freaked out and sat the furthest away from her. HAHA. If i put it nicely, she was just indulging in that melodious tune. To put it badly, I say! she was practically holding her own concert. What a bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Fang lan comes to class. I hate her guts man. Damn bitch. She was saying one day she abhors people who fake an accent. HELLO? She has a stupid accent too ok. Who in the right mind will pronounce handphone as 'han- phone'? I nearly laughed to death when i heard her version of handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some inane ass comes up to me and ask me if i am a primary school kid. That usually comes from my neighbour. She is damn kaypoh ok, i think the next question from her will be you have how many hair on your head ah. Insensitive loser. Being short doesn't mean i am in primary school ok. Sometimes, i really feel like retorting ' you are 70 years old hor, i think.' LOL, that will really piss her off. Ok, i shall try it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of all that bitching. I ran out of things to rant about already. On a good note, i got a distinction for New South Wales english today. Have a good day, people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115632898872677719?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115632898872677719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115632898872677719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115632898872677719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115632898872677719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-get-pissed-whenever.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115623988997041069</id><published>2006-08-22T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T02:43:39.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIRTY LIL' SECRETS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/shhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;After watching Singapore Idol last week, I decided to blog something about secrets.&lt;br /&gt;The moment 'secrets' pop up, i can almost imagine eyes perking up. HAH. all you kay pohs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think my friends will kill me when i go back to school tomorrow, but who cares?! Its all for the fun of it. Just laugh it off k, friends? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The FUN begins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- When no one is looking and i am feeling real bo liao, i will sniff my toe nails. HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Joanne likes to bluff people she's 30kg when she's actually 50 and above. Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Mabel acts like a spaz in front of her good friends, but becomes really serious when her boyfriend's around. I've seen her that way ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Fellicia likes to dangle her food in front of her mouth using her teeth when she feels retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Tessa used to fart A LOT when she is in sec 1. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Audrey can snort, [or is it burp?] out the entire alphabet song. She'll be more than willing to do it if you ask her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Sometimes, i feel that mabel has a really big mouth, as in literally. BIG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Evonnie has a stupidly childish habit to backstab her own friends, even if she's not pissed with that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- I personally think that keith has hideous boxers. Its forever the checkered one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, there's more. But i am saving them face, ya know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115623988997041069?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115623988997041069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115623988997041069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115623988997041069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115623988997041069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/dirty-lil-secrets-after-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115581488343315940</id><published>2006-08-17T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T04:44:03.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daryl: aye. when you put a barbie bedspread and ken bedspread together, what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and joanne: * raise eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl: kelly! * laughs like siao, slapping thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and joanne: * look at each other and start guffawing hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, daryl can be so, so lame! i mean. hello? kelly is barbie's sister NOT daughter. goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115581488343315940?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115581488343315940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115581488343315940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115581488343315940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115581488343315940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/daryl-aye.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115563357246838089</id><published>2006-08-15T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:20:30.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love ji sung.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/ji%20sung.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am currently addicted to save the last dance for me. &lt;strong&gt;Ji sung&lt;/strong&gt; is super yum! mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115563357246838089?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115563357246838089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115563357246838089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115563357246838089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115563357246838089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-ji-sung.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115555744293528169</id><published>2006-08-14T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T05:10:42.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have decided to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;1) swear off swear words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- no pun intended of course. for every swear word i sprout from my mouth, joanne will pince me. Hard. i know that girl is enjoying it. damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;2) get a bloody A after second try for chinese o's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- did i mention i hate writing compos? damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;3) smile always to irritants like keith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-screaming at keith apparently doesn't work. so i am trying the soft approach. wish me luck, people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;4) work at my math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-i suspect god forgot to implement a math department in my brain. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;5) be nice to everyone. including people like evonnie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;man, this is hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;BTW, i got a stupid B3 for chinese. damn upset. my aunt's not gonna let me off. shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115555744293528169?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115555744293528169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115555744293528169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115555744293528169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115555744293528169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-decided-to-1-swear-off-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115495491340686327</id><published>2006-08-07T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:47:50.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda's recipe for LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; ( or 'laugh' as pronounced by mrs kaan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One large bowl of respect, character,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a dash of childishness to enjoy life's infantile pleasures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;14 tablespoons of romanticism,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a pinch of insanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;two overflowing cups of gentleness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;one brimming teaspoon of emphathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2198gm of humour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;30ml of spontaneity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a wallop of wit, cheekiness and candour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and whole lot of sprinking of love to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and yes, i'll bake him well with the warmth of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115495491340686327?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115495491340686327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115495491340686327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115495491340686327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115495491340686327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/amandas-recipe-for-love-or-laugh-as.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115495428060768363</id><published>2006-08-07T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:47:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think my braces are a freaking good excuse. Make that an effing' good lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mr Tan: " how come you never come for remedial?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: " orh, got dental appointment. *opens mouth to show braces"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mr tan: " okay. can go now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: *stifles suppressed laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mrs kwong: " how come you never turn up yesterday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: *bored look* orh. i got dental. * shows braces &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mrs kwong: " oh. okay. *smiles* next time must come hor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Get what i mean? i think you do. so next time, if you are attempting a world-tumbling lie, go insert braces first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went out with mabel and fellicia today for lunch at Pastamania. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i kindda feel bad to pangsei joanne all alone in mor peng's remedial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lol, sryy, jo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as usual, we crapped alot, act spastic, indulge in infantile stuff and of course, hunt for fellicia's top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wah lau, fishee bao. you owe me one okay. you know how much i hate climbing stairs and jus because of you, i climbed like a gazillion stairs today. boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh ya. we went to some manicure parlour too. i think the nail polish removal smells a tad like johnson and johnson shower foam. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what a fun day after all that crazyness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115495428060768363?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115495428060768363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115495428060768363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115495428060768363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115495428060768363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-my-braces-are-freaking-good.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115476943217843921</id><published>2006-08-05T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:18:01.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115476943217843921?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115476943217843921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115476943217843921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115476943217843921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115476943217843921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115469475132872168</id><published>2006-08-04T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:47:05.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate to admit this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i am scared of eating fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;its the bones, you see. i am kiasi that the long sharp damn bone will choke my oesophagus, resulting in a orbitruay for me in tomorrow's papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the thought of eating fish sends shivers down my back man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Once upon a time, innocent amanda wasn't so opposed to eating fish. then, one day. she choked on a fish bone which freak her out for the rest of her entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yes, i don't dare to eat fish because of that. maybe, except those fish fillets thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just had tuition with yinzhou's dad and i decided siberia was a bad choice after all. The classroom was so cold man. i could barely write a single word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;after 2 lessons, i got resigned to the fact that i had to withstand the suans from yz. wah lau eh, that stupid clown kept mimicking me leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;talk about bullying girls. what an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NETBALL was super hilarious today. whenever i got hold on that ball, all the guys will crowd round me, shouting my name, hoping i will miss my pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but luckily, i wasn't so cockeyed today. heng ah. if not surely get suaned on monday again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait for my next post, yea? &lt;em&gt;nighties, everyone.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm breaking free, soaring, flying, there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115469475132872168?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115469475132872168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115469475132872168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115469475132872168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115469475132872168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-to-admit-this.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115460192779330824</id><published>2006-08-03T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:46:46.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually wanted to blog yesterday. But i came home late after tuition and some flashy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;so, i gave in to my exhaustion and went plop on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;PE was a chore.&lt;br /&gt;facing Evonnie and playing against her was a shitty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;She was totally like a mad cow, &lt;em&gt;langaring&lt;/em&gt; into me like 2 or 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;by the 3rd time, i blew up in her face. I just cannot help my anger.&lt;br /&gt;hearing mr lian say ' this team and team' was a pain.&lt;br /&gt;i give like my week's allowance to play with verillyn's team instead.&lt;br /&gt;at least we'll have a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;but no, satan decided to play a joke on me and paired my team with dawn's.&lt;br /&gt;fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully joanne witnessed the foul. at least someone knows of her mad bull behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;And plus, dawn.&lt;br /&gt;open up your stamp-stuck eyes. it was your bloody teammate who committed a foul. so stop trying to act like nobody's in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;sure, it was &lt;em&gt;just a game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. 'just a game' has its rules too. so get over it and play fairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to mos burger to grab a bite with fellicia today since mabel dumped us for racial harmony. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry fellicia, i wasn't much help in helping you choose a present. i think the shirt at topman was nice though a tad expensive. just try to beg your parents, k? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh ya. remember to put on a pityful look. it always helps for me. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;why you looking at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;like i'm some kind of freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115460192779330824?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115460192779330824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115460192779330824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115460192779330824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115460192779330824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-actually-wanted-to-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115442987550853921</id><published>2006-08-01T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:45:50.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is something refreshing after the gloomy post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good laugh at this. Its so cute! * squeal like an idiot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/Maple0276.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/Maple0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;WEDDING BELLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/Maple0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;GO ENGLAND! RAHRAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/Maple0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEENA LIKE SHIT. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/Maple0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL HAIL THE CHIC GODDESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hah! is that cute? Its my maple character by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;tootles for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115442987550853921?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115442987550853921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115442987550853921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115442987550853921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115442987550853921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-something-refreshing-after.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115435075792565303</id><published>2006-07-31T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:42:32.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you, Mommy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for standing on my side when i need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If Mr Tan aka mor-peng think our mother-daughter relationship will be disrupted just because of his complaints, he should just go eat shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;stupid complaint king. made me cry. i felt damn disappointed because i made momsie sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks, mabel, joanne for comforting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks, huiyi and candice for the tissues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thanks, mabel's teddy bear for your bear hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I felt like shit on my way home, cursing and swearing at that stupid mor-peng of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HE COMPLAINED TO MOMSIE ON &lt;em&gt;MY PHONE&lt;/em&gt;! GET THAT IT WAS &lt;em&gt;MY PHONE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chao mor-peng. no phone ah? so poor. want to complain, use your own phone la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;talk so much, act kind. stay out of my problems la, bloody toot. I seriously hate you like hell. Stop picking on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;silly joanne still haven send me the class gathering pics yet. so, don't blame me hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wah lau, this post damn ah lian. must be influenced by mabel too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115435075792565303?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115435075792565303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115435075792565303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115435075792565303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115435075792565303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-you-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115425509690381158</id><published>2006-07-30T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:24:56.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the dust have settled on the Miss Universe pagent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to blog about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Call me slow if you must, but i do not give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whats' the big hooha about the gown worn by Carol Cheong? hello? people, its only a goddamn gown. ok, fine. it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; abit revealing but i feel it took a lot of guts wearing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Plus, Carol Cheong was on air less than a five minutes.. minus the part where she catwalked in that gown and the introduction segment. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its damn pathetic, forever like that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here's the pic of the winner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(for you to bitch about whether she's pretty or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="283" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/zuleyka-photo1.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I thought Miss Japan will win though. So did my dad and stupid cedric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How come the things i wish for never come through? Maybe i should just shut up my thoughts. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115425509690381158?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115425509690381158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115425509690381158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115425509690381158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115425509690381158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/after-dust-have-settled-on-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115399888789368124</id><published>2006-07-27T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T04:14:47.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate the sickening weather in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to migrate to Siberia and live with polar bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115399888789368124?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115399888789368124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115399888789368124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115399888789368124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115399888789368124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-sickening-weather-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115373847430366138</id><published>2006-07-24T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T03:55:57.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things i did today:&lt;br /&gt;- went for lunch with jo, fell and mab&lt;br /&gt;- got labelled a rich kid by stupid jo&lt;br /&gt;- bought a U2 top which was on sale&lt;br /&gt;- went to dhoby gaut with mabel to buy her silly top&lt;br /&gt;- decided that i hate vermicelli at Thai Express because it was so freaking hard to bite&lt;br /&gt;- bought my weekly dose of 8 days&lt;br /&gt;- felt like puking because the tom yam noodles was so spicy&lt;br /&gt;- nearly got frozen to death by fellicia's icy hands&lt;br /&gt;- roamed around in Zara, Topshop, Mango etc but came out feeling like a loser because she didn't bring enough cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One random fact about AMANDA: She secretly fantisizes that she was MingDao's girlfriend. ROFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115373847430366138?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115373847430366138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115373847430366138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115373847430366138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115373847430366138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-i-did-today-went-for-lunch-with.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115356763663511805</id><published>2006-07-22T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T04:27:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gayle Nerva is out of singapore idol. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHYYY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lets just mourn for 1 minute at my blog for her elimination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1398/320/Gayle-Nerva2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GAYLE, ROCK ON. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I feel the floor move under my skin.."&lt;/em&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;A random fact about AMANDA: She likes to sleep on her side, rather than her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115356763663511805?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115356763663511805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115356763663511805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115356763663511805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115356763663511805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/gayle-nerva-is-out-of-singapore-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115346643865648999</id><published>2006-07-21T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:20:38.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jo, i am super shocked at your revelation. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i swear i don't know you felt that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;don't worry, for all you know, he might feel the same as you for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hey peeps, watch this space for the &lt;strong&gt;pics&lt;/strong&gt; for my class gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope it will be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;till then, &lt;em&gt;tatas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115346643865648999?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115346643865648999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115346643865648999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115346643865648999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115346643865648999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/jo-i-am-super-shocked-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115339494212214139</id><published>2006-07-20T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:29:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am late for the second time this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115339494212214139?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115339494212214139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115339494212214139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115339494212214139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115339494212214139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115338908988252541</id><published>2006-07-20T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T02:51:29.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Evonnie, (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is my heartfelt thoughts&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;            I think you do not admit the stuff you said. Maybe, you are afraid. Maybe, you do not want others to think you are bitchy or whatsoever. I am a straightforward person and all these while, i have been withholding all my thoughts about it. Some can be hurting, but some contains my admiration for you. Since young, i have been pampered and loved by my mum and i never had a friend who is so independent. Till i met you, i didn't know the importance of having a complete family. Thanks for teaching me and tolerating my habits when we sat together. Sometimes, it might not turn out ok, but after our quarrels, i feel much better since i said what i want to say. I guess, it goes the same for you. I know when you tagged me, you feel hurt. Thats why you persist on saying things that might hurt me too. That way, it might please your anger or indignation after reading my blog. Or maybe, it might even protect your pride. Perhaps, when reading this part, you might think i am talking big. Pretending to understand you and all. But i am not. Because, this is how i feel when you say mean things to me. I am beginning to dread seeing you everyday. i think its because of a arwardness. Despite all these, i just want to say: &lt;em&gt;i am sorry, evonnie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115338908988252541?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115338908988252541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115338908988252541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115338908988252541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115338908988252541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/evonnie-this-is-my-heartfelt-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115322196052979859</id><published>2006-07-18T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:26:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think i am starting to like sitting with linette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;forget the like, make that love. hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New statement&lt;/strong&gt;: i think i am starting to love sitting with linette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jo, don't get all green. i still LOVE sitting with you. hehe. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Without the 'pork hand', 'swinging amanda's wrist' and ditziness, i can still stand that girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we chatted quite abit today, as in not suaning or whatever, but serious talk. heyhey, she listens k? i mean, she was all concentrated and all. LOL. i don't know to describe it, but linette, you look a tweeny wee bit &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt; when you are all serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;linette, i decided to stop calling you bimbo or any names since you are such a good listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thanks for telling me stuff and listening to my rants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks, linette!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evonnie&lt;/strong&gt;, i don't know what got into you but i dislike people saying i changed. cos' i don't think you really understand me. perhaps, what you see is always the surface amanda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115322196052979859?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115322196052979859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115322196052979859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115322196052979859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115322196052979859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-i-am-starting-to-like-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115294827432214383</id><published>2006-07-15T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:26:05.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gee.&lt;br /&gt;how nice. thanks mum, thanks..thanks for organising a goddam birthday lunch for me.&lt;br /&gt;like i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau, why can't i spend the day with myself for company?&lt;br /&gt;why can't you get the fact that i hate your sisters? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;they will start belting the stupid birthday song right in my face and i will turn a crimson red.&lt;br /&gt;like that is not bad enough, they will pester me with " how? you like ur present or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God, if u love me, pls make me super ill tomorrow that i cannot turn up. Pls.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115294827432214383?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115294827432214383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115294827432214383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115294827432214383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115294827432214383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/gee.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115293404517441569</id><published>2006-07-14T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:27:25.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can hardly contain my excitement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cos' today's my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOL, nigel wished me happy birthday this morning when i was still grogggy and having smelly breath. haha, so sweet. thanks, lil' bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everyone was very sweet, with all the birthday wishes, suans, and more joy, laughter and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;To jiahui and ivan: thanks for the guess watch. MUACKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;To carrie: thanks for the sweets. MUACKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;To joanne: thanks for the vcds and the suprise. MUACKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;To yinzhou, evonnie, keith: thanks for the birthday wishes. MUACKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;To fellicia, mabel: thanks for your rendition of the birthday song, and of course yesterday. MUACKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;To mumsie: thanks for letting me rebond my silly hair. MUACKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;To everyone: may 15th of july be a happy day to u and me. MUACKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115293404517441569?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115293404517441569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115293404517441569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115293404517441569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115293404517441569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-can-hardly-contain-my-excitement.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115287912094098474</id><published>2006-07-14T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T05:29:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my goodness. what a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Apparently because of my aching muscle pains, blisters and sprains, i thought the day can't get any worser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BUT it just got better and BETTER as the time pass. LOL. ok, except for the part where mr tan wanted to sent me and mabel out for disrupting his lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i went to school, looking like some ah soh going to the market with the damn slippers. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; keith, for your birkenstock remarks. i ain't got so much moola&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;weird looks were on my me and my slips. LOL. it was so comical can, with people scanning down from the face to the legs. all the repeated reactions from singaporeans. tsktsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;needless to say, there were a gazillion questions for me to answer and verillyn's threat to &lt;em&gt;hamtam&lt;/em&gt; my foot. Coincidentally, today clashed with my birthday eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, yes. happy birthday to me. THE SMART ONE THAT IS. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;speaking of the birthday song..i blushed like some tomato from the supermart ok. told you i hated the birthday song. bahhhh. made me so embarrassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;after school, the four of us &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;[me, fell, mab, jo]&lt;/span&gt; went xiaolongbaoing at crystal jade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as usual, it was up to standard. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was like so shocked when a cake appeared at our table can. oh my god. those two sneaks went to buy my favourite carrot cake. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;[the western one] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thanks so much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i really felt super loved. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the second suprise was when joanne gave me the greenforest, my home vcd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was like wondering where'd she go. then i caught sight of the lcd screen outside bluemax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOL, i just made a comment about me adoring the show to fell and mab when jo walked out of the shop. YES, with the vcd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;omg man, i felt like hugging her till tomorrow morning. haha. thanks, jo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and then.. i went home feeling all light and happy. LOL. its something what joanne might describe as &lt;em&gt;princessy&lt;/em&gt;. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;till then, ciaos. i'm off to eat my birthday cake. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115287912094098474?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115287912094098474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115287912094098474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115287912094098474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115287912094098474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115252458304355811</id><published>2006-07-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T02:45:58.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to check out the new salon &lt;strong&gt;TWISTER&lt;/strong&gt; opened by Mark Lee and Michelle Chia yesterday. one word: COOL.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, the interior was so gothic and it was a one of a kind design of a hair salon.&lt;br /&gt;you know whats' the best thing?&lt;br /&gt;they got their opening sale discounts! LOL. oh god, i sound like some cheapo auntie.&lt;br /&gt;49% off for all chemical hair stuff. yadaa, yadaa.&lt;br /&gt;Its nearly half price off, can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;well, i can't. And my eyeballs nearly drop out when i spotted the intricately designed promotion board. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the salon wasn't a cheap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mom &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(man, i love her) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;forked out 200 bucks just to let me straighten my sickeningly gross curled-at-the-sides hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairdressers were AWESOME. i love the one who did my hair for me, i think she's called wendy or something. honestly, she's just like my long-lost sister.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i don't like were the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;they were kind of hard, as in uncomfortable cos' they were made of acrylic. i still prefer those soft, spongey chairs i get at &lt;strong&gt;Kimarie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Minus the hard chairs, i love the experience at Twister, i love straightening my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i had to hold back from squealing when i saw my once disgusting hair change into something manageable. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What i want to say is: THANK GOD FOR INVENTING REBONDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115252458304355811?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115252458304355811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115252458304355811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115252458304355811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115252458304355811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-went-to-check-out-new-salon-twister.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115235040692258705</id><published>2006-07-08T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T03:19:37.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My fingers are sore from typing the stupid wordpower list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its really saddening to see all our hard work being determined by just one silly red tick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i kind of think its easy to be a teacher, minus the noisy, incoherant kids and hectic schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOL, i might consider being one then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think all those who know me will flip. since i belong to the category of lazy, &lt;em&gt;bochup&lt;/em&gt; students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The other day, jiahui smsed me her life plan. i was like so flabbergasted man. a sec 2 with a detailed plan to what she's going to do in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Being 2 years older, i was abit ashamed of myself. o levels is coming and i am still slacking away, playing maple behind my parents' back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;goodness, and I am &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be her senior. &lt;em&gt;goddamit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok... here's my life plan. [if you wanna laugh at me and my wishful thinking, go on]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently: 16 years old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, almost. i'm 15 going on 16 in a weeks' time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-19 yrs: st andrews jc. take up art course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am seriously sick of chemicals and calculations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-21 yrs: NUS. take up mass communications in journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;meanwhile, apply for internship at seventeen publishing. BLUE INC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;22-25 yrs: get a job as magazine writer, at 25 make my first million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL. i can't help grinning at the prospects.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;26 yrs old: get my dream car- either a mini cooper or convertible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;28 yrs old: get promoted to head magazine editor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;man! it will so, so cool being the BOSS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;29 yrs old: hook a rich guy and live like a typical tai-tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LV, gucci, prada, dior, chanel HERE I COME!!! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;35 years old: open my very own magazine publication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;40 yrs old: retire and live the life. *grins like an idiot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;am i very shallow? LOL. then again, i don't mind being so bimbotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a last note&lt;/strong&gt;: hey the same stupid retarded lame idiot who keeps spaming my blog, thanks for your attention! I never had this kind of attention on me before, 0oo. THANKS! *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115235040692258705?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115235040692258705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115235040692258705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115235040692258705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115235040692258705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-fingers-are-sore-from-typing-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115218389707679063</id><published>2006-07-06T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T04:04:57.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crap. Portugal lost. 1-0 to France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I knew this will happen. but i wanted to be optimistic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no more cristiano ronaldo, no more luis figo. BOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My only hope is for portugal to emerge 3rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At least it will redeem the fact that it lost to France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's O levels chinese oral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Needless to say, i screwed up big time. I feel darn pissed at myself man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was nodding my head like some spaz as the invigilators completed my words. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so much for that fake china accent i was attempting. what the heck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115218389707679063?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115218389707679063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115218389707679063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115218389707679063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115218389707679063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</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-30477900.post-115201137138836600</id><published>2006-07-04T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T04:09:31.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day i accuse you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tears fall, hearts broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it was sudden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it was terrifying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it was not something we'll do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to scold and confront,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yet it was imminient,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;unstoppable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for one, tears didn't fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yet, inside, the heart is hammered till cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;shattered, broken into a million pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;can we piece the pieces together again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;one by one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;memory by memory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;R.E:...There is someone whose trying to cause a rift between me and evonnie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I must find that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If not, i will not forgive myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30477900-115201137138836600?l=amanda-ism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/feeds/115201137138836600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30477900&amp;postID=115201137138836600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115201137138836600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30477900/posts/default/115201137138836600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-ism.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-i-accuse-you-tears-fall-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>punkprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054676063704896780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
