<?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-35441860</id><updated>2012-01-08T17:25:37.121+08:00</updated><category term=';D'/><category term='Maths make me mad'/><category term='Soooooo much'/><category term='deepen my thoughts'/><category term='It wouldn&apos;t be..'/><category term='last'/><category term='Urge.'/><category term='STRESSSSSS'/><title type='text'>Pamelaaaas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>590</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-6459080739347303406</id><published>2012-01-08T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:25:37.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sup. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the result day and I'm feeling really erm, normal? It's like I've done my best. And there's only two answer tomorrow. It's either I'm really dumb or my hard work paid off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, these few days was really crazy. I'm spending money like mad. I realise that I've got this bad habit whereby I'll start splurging on anything when I get really upset or stress. And yes, I'm severely broke now. Plus my mum is not increasing my allowance yet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell, I realise that I'm actually unknowingly pushing some people out of my life. Feels funny. Okay, whatever. BYE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-6459080739347303406?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/6459080739347303406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=6459080739347303406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6459080739347303406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6459080739347303406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#6459080739347303406' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-5028353502096123376</id><published>2012-01-03T23:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:59:42.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a blog post which I think it's really worth blogging about. It's gonna be pretty long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Monday, during our gathering at Mdm sharm's place, I was really random and suggested that we go overnight cycling together. So everyone was interested in it and slowly, we planned out the cycling trip and booked the chalet on the spot, like immediately! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on 1st Jan, Met up with Shimin, Ivan, kenny and Zhao xuan first. Took the train down to Pasir Ris, walked around looking for bicycle kiosk. We rented our Bike, taught Shimin how to ride the bike, had dinner and Mdm Sharm came to look for us to lepak haha. Waited for Jieming and Nicole to arrive before we set of on our journey. I was rather scared at first, because Shimin just learnt how to ride the bike! I swear she's crazy, her first cycling trip is not in the park, but is cycling from Pasir Ris to Marina Bay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tz7vARSVNA4/TwMrNKudy3I/AAAAAAAACj0/qvxIOxNJWU0/s400/P1010703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693441859143977842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decorated our bike with light sticks first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sizBiXOpBKw/TwMrMOxD_mI/AAAAAAAACjo/Md5NLog7DBU/s1600/P1010707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sizBiXOpBKw/TwMrMOxD_mI/AAAAAAAACjo/Md5NLog7DBU/s400/P1010707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693441843048742498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uShu8LNAzaU/TwMrL67v3DI/AAAAAAAACjc/vG899lACGMQ/s1600/P1010708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uShu8LNAzaU/TwMrL67v3DI/AAAAAAAACjc/vG899lACGMQ/s400/P1010708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693441837724851250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Set off at about Midnight and in 1-2 hours, we are only at siglap road, which is mad far from our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syXX9oOfVYM/TwMrLfRxMxI/AAAAAAAACjQ/Xu55Tgb0-eI/s1600/P1010725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syXX9oOfVYM/TwMrLfRxMxI/AAAAAAAACjQ/Xu55Tgb0-eI/s400/P1010725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693441830301020946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bJkvTOlBjno/TwMrLElouFI/AAAAAAAACjE/JKK29QB75NI/s1600/P1010732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bJkvTOlBjno/TwMrLElouFI/AAAAAAAACjE/JKK29QB75NI/s400/P1010732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693441823136594002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a petrol kiosk, bought some pastry and took a break at the bus stop. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp2c9Exwh48/TwMqBDcdHYI/AAAAAAAACi4/XUUFB1kaAqc/s1600/P1010762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp2c9Exwh48/TwMqBDcdHYI/AAAAAAAACi4/XUUFB1kaAqc/s400/P1010762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693440551519329666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHvExV2MH-E/TwMqApTm_MI/AAAAAAAACis/rPphvBwtHpU/s1600/P1010766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHvExV2MH-E/TwMqApTm_MI/AAAAAAAACis/rPphvBwtHpU/s400/P1010766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693440544502906050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue cycling, all the way to geylang and then down to 3 Mrt stops. By that time, Shimin already fell flat for like 5 times? I was rather scared to see her fall so I went forward first. Haha, so mean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PpDY6gyq7k/TwMqAAYNCBI/AAAAAAAACig/yIB48eKAEh8/s1600/P1010767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PpDY6gyq7k/TwMqAAYNCBI/AAAAAAAACig/yIB48eKAEh8/s400/P1010767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693440533516322834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pCqs8O0Eunw/TwMp_sNgoqI/AAAAAAAACiU/OqgqiPuFSIA/s1600/P1010771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pCqs8O0Eunw/TwMp_sNgoqI/AAAAAAAACiU/OqgqiPuFSIA/s400/P1010771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693440528102761122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTyYUrH15Ys/TwMp_YFdh9I/AAAAAAAACiI/U9AEkS0e8Mo/s1600/P1010772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTyYUrH15Ys/TwMp_YFdh9I/AAAAAAAACiI/U9AEkS0e8Mo/s400/P1010772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693440522700294098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 3 hours of torture cycling, we finally see the flyer. I swear we were freaking happy. We were like screaming at the top of our voice. Cycle along the nicoll highway and we saw another group of cyclist. You know, the feeling of shouting Happy new year to the others, and screaming our lungs out as we dash through the nicoll highway. It's just priceless. I feel so light at that time. The feeling of shiok-ness. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyOVLK-gUSQ/TwMonNtTGsI/AAAAAAAACh0/hT0-8hOQ8zo/s1600/P1010778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyOVLK-gUSQ/TwMonNtTGsI/AAAAAAAACh0/hT0-8hOQ8zo/s400/P1010778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693439008086104770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GS1QuYneOd4/TwMomeW_RII/AAAAAAAACho/N_-m8jmo8Ks/s1600/P1010793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GS1QuYneOd4/TwMomeW_RII/AAAAAAAACho/N_-m8jmo8Ks/s400/P1010793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693438995376063618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXHcA-fF6Y0/TwMomAn4SKI/AAAAAAAAChc/BjIxVAbUaws/s1600/P1010794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXHcA-fF6Y0/TwMomAn4SKI/AAAAAAAAChc/BjIxVAbUaws/s400/P1010794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693438987393845410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached the Flyer, then the Helix bridge after 4 hours of cycling. Our butts and thighs are aching like mad. Sit on the steps and enjoy the breeze, feels freaking good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_spedvwnyAg/TwMolfbzEqI/AAAAAAAAChQ/KxjwCz8jJ2U/s1600/P1010803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_spedvwnyAg/TwMolfbzEqI/AAAAAAAAChQ/KxjwCz8jJ2U/s400/P1010803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693438978484802210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isJX2h4FyDg/TwMolFZG2LI/AAAAAAAAChE/BF2yo5Urvkg/s1600/P1010807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isJX2h4FyDg/TwMolFZG2LI/AAAAAAAAChE/BF2yo5Urvkg/s400/P1010807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693438971494193330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rested for awhile and decided to head down to Marina Barrage to catch the second Sun rise in 2012. Reached there, find a spot and everyone just made themselves comfortable. Played music, sing along and soon after ,everyone just doze off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5B2JyTRkuc/TwMnUM3J-UI/AAAAAAAACg4/sGxlbzhP5Wk/s1600/P1010814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B5B2JyTRkuc/TwMnUM3J-UI/AAAAAAAACg4/sGxlbzhP5Wk/s400/P1010814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693437581929871682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyiSNwBR6Rk/TwMnTZfV-fI/AAAAAAAACgs/pBFFZwxJPZk/s1600/P1010815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyiSNwBR6Rk/TwMnTZfV-fI/AAAAAAAACgs/pBFFZwxJPZk/s400/P1010815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693437568139786738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fE5aUH1K0p0/TwMnSyYdJmI/AAAAAAAACgg/zkwP4VEJ1mg/s1600/P1010817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fE5aUH1K0p0/TwMnSyYdJmI/AAAAAAAACgg/zkwP4VEJ1mg/s400/P1010817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693437557641913954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qe7laT_0K5U/TwMnSj9naJI/AAAAAAAACgU/6dq_DK9zelQ/s1600/P1010820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qe7laT_0K5U/TwMnSj9naJI/AAAAAAAACgU/6dq_DK9zelQ/s400/P1010820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693437553771243666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J71pHQkEf6g/TwMnSU7efnI/AAAAAAAACgI/tZDZrNOFGaE/s1600/P1010824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J71pHQkEf6g/TwMnSU7efnI/AAAAAAAACgI/tZDZrNOFGaE/s400/P1010824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693437549735738994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJb-PJICMUQ/TwMmDVoQy-I/AAAAAAAACf4/7N4WSGxjSn8/s1600/P1010832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJb-PJICMUQ/TwMmDVoQy-I/AAAAAAAACf4/7N4WSGxjSn8/s400/P1010832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693436192713919458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVf_HgL7RwE/TwMmCyAkbAI/AAAAAAAACfs/fthQWxlelCE/s1600/P1010843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVf_HgL7RwE/TwMmCyAkbAI/AAAAAAAACfs/fthQWxlelCE/s400/P1010843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693436183152192514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Barrage and decided to fetch a cab at MBS as we are mega shagged by that time. But all of the cabs rejected us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iau4UTGXKU/TwMmB1jPLLI/AAAAAAAACfg/YwJQ0CdfTtE/s1600/P1010848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5iau4UTGXKU/TwMmB1jPLLI/AAAAAAAACfg/YwJQ0CdfTtE/s400/P1010848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693436166923037874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6l8XciLaNHE/TwMmBqHM0iI/AAAAAAAACfQ/C2SVoD-2NBY/s1600/P1010853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6l8XciLaNHE/TwMmBqHM0iI/AAAAAAAACfQ/C2SVoD-2NBY/s400/P1010853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693436163852653090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dialed for 3 cabs and we realise that it's impossible to put a single bike inside. All of us were feeling so tired and helpless. Like we need to return our bike by 10am and we were too tired to cycle back to pasir ris. We were stuck at the flyer! Everyone was so grumpy and serious. Finally, managed to get a Van, but we can only put 4 bikes in and there's no other Vans available. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, Kenny, Zhaoxuan and I decided to cycle back. Like another 25km back? We were like dashing under the hot sun with all the heavy vehicles on the road. And as our phone batts are dying, we didn't use any GPS to head back, we just use our memory. Amazing isn't it. Within 2 hours, we reached Pasir Ris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wTLnzRLYM-I/TwMmBdfShnI/AAAAAAAACfI/mcBoQRN76lA/s1600/P1010863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wTLnzRLYM-I/TwMmBdfShnI/AAAAAAAACfI/mcBoQRN76lA/s400/P1010863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693436160464029298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6Ff4q1aRpI/TwMlBHxvSvI/AAAAAAAACe4/T-THxFKNecQ/s1600/P1010866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6Ff4q1aRpI/TwMlBHxvSvI/AAAAAAAACe4/T-THxFKNecQ/s400/P1010866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693435055124204274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkb4M-Vxy_Q/TwMlAls2Y_I/AAAAAAAACes/rtmOu-Q29lE/s1600/P1010868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkb4M-Vxy_Q/TwMlAls2Y_I/AAAAAAAACes/rtmOu-Q29lE/s400/P1010868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693435045976892402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, our butts are so sore that we have trouble walking, standing and sitting. It's just so freaking painful. Had our breakfast at Mac, rested for alittle while and we checked in into our chalet room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21OJYpSsJnE/TwMlAApumhI/AAAAAAAACeg/ECMr1E7weVk/s1600/P1010875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21OJYpSsJnE/TwMlAApumhI/AAAAAAAACeg/ECMr1E7weVk/s400/P1010875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693435036031687186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at their Mega tired face. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-1ICENGRGY/TwMk_uxLvHI/AAAAAAAACeU/KQSa3ITsZkk/s1600/P1010884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-1ICENGRGY/TwMk_uxLvHI/AAAAAAAACeU/KQSa3ITsZkk/s400/P1010884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693435031231118450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and all of us just fell asleep instantly. Had like the best sleep since forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up, had dinner at pastamania. Then being so lack of childhood, we went to the arcade. The guys were so addicted to fishing joy, and we topped up like $20 worth of credit and we were given another $20 free. Played all the way till midnight. And these are what we won with our Ticketssss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mu8jvtUg7k/TwMk_eorqfI/AAAAAAAACeI/fwjKWvCprtY/s1600/P1010886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mu8jvtUg7k/TwMk_eorqfI/AAAAAAAACeI/fwjKWvCprtY/s400/P1010886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693435026900494834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some Liquor and headed back to our Chalet. Chilled, talked and star gazed. The stars in the east side is freaking good, really! I don't know why i'm so amazed by stars. One day, I wanna star gaze for the whole night with the right companion. hehe, #justsaying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujrrNjIv1pg/TwMjs9zRtNI/AAAAAAAACd4/BKDD_V851_o/s1600/P1010894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujrrNjIv1pg/TwMjs9zRtNI/AAAAAAAACd4/BKDD_V851_o/s400/P1010894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693433609337287890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgI22C1kUMY/TwMjrOFkJ4I/AAAAAAAACds/-veESHJFV6c/s1600/P1010895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgI22C1kUMY/TwMjrOFkJ4I/AAAAAAAACds/-veESHJFV6c/s400/P1010895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693433579349223298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Poker and and Indian Poker. It's so freaking funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M5FaJ8ZNH5Y/TwMjrMW6idI/AAAAAAAACdc/eAuGL5awWT4/s1600/P1010899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M5FaJ8ZNH5Y/TwMjrMW6idI/AAAAAAAACdc/eAuGL5awWT4/s400/P1010899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693433578885122514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tF3Hl0zspoc/TwMjqqSxGtI/AAAAAAAACdU/4K00P7wDoJ0/s1600/P1010900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tF3Hl0zspoc/TwMjqqSxGtI/AAAAAAAACdU/4K00P7wDoJ0/s400/P1010900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693433569740921554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70eOgmCiqv8/TwMjqKSoxOI/AAAAAAAACdI/H-bmnviPtAI/s1600/P1010901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70eOgmCiqv8/TwMjqKSoxOI/AAAAAAAACdI/H-bmnviPtAI/s400/P1010901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693433561150440674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woke up late in the morning. Bathed and Checked out. Had our breakfast and guess what, we went to the arcade for Fishing joy again. We are so freaking lifeless, I know. Spent all of our credit, then we headed down to SCAPE to get my white Guitar before heading home. Was so reluctant to part with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was suppose to meet Faith at town in the evening but I was totally draineedddd. And my butt is still aching like mad. NO CYCLING FOR THE NEXT 3 MONTHS! haha. Well, all in all, these 3 days were really good. It's like after so many years, we can still remain as close as ever. I really wonder when will be the next time I can have this much of fun with them again, since my school is starting soon :(. Oh, btw, they are my Primary school classmates. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's all. Happy New Year everyone and NOT to me only. Haha. Mega shaggedd, training and match tmr again. Life's back to normal for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-5028353502096123376?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/5028353502096123376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=5028353502096123376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5028353502096123376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5028353502096123376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#5028353502096123376' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tz7vARSVNA4/TwMrNKudy3I/AAAAAAAACj0/qvxIOxNJWU0/s72-c/P1010703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7378083893631890566</id><published>2011-12-25T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:46:21.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many a times, I want to update this space here. But I don't really find the purpose. Like who am I writing to. But anyway, here's a short update. Let's see.. After my prom, the next thing that happened was the Taiwan trip. Though it's really short, as our flight there was in the evening and our flight back was in the afternoon, I did enjoyed myself for the 3 days with my lovely girls. The last night was chaos, was kind of bad, but oh well, nevermind. After that, it was just training and hanging out. Nothing much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; After that on the 10th of Dec, I went Bintan with Xiaofei and Biru. It was screwed all thanks to the weather. No activities, due to the rain that never stops. But we manage to catch the lunar eclipse with lotsa stars. Came back on the 12th, reached home, and I went to meet my classmates to prepare Liyee's present before heading to her house to surprise her. The surprise was so successful and it's kind of funny actually. Then, we celebrated her birthday on the 13th. So from then till now, my life is merely filled with Trainings and, shopping maybe? Okay, I lost count of the days and my memory is failing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! Okay, maybe to me. haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7378083893631890566?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7378083893631890566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7378083893631890566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7378083893631890566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7378083893631890566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#7378083893631890566' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-6868701542439815686</id><published>2011-12-07T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T02:29:46.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQLPS10W0Vk/Tt5e9lfWDnI/AAAAAAAACc8/DoLFBQvKagE/s1600/tumblr_lvk85tL1GX1qb8ikqo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQLPS10W0Vk/Tt5e9lfWDnI/AAAAAAAACc8/DoLFBQvKagE/s400/tumblr_lvk85tL1GX1qb8ikqo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683084191916756594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How much more true can this get. I've learn too much this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-6868701542439815686?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/6868701542439815686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=6868701542439815686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6868701542439815686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6868701542439815686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6868701542439815686' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AQLPS10W0Vk/Tt5e9lfWDnI/AAAAAAAACc8/DoLFBQvKagE/s72-c/tumblr_lvk85tL1GX1qb8ikqo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-6611040214371104685</id><published>2011-12-04T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:22:38.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many a times I want to start blogging, but I kind of lost touch of blogging already. Besides, I doubt there's anyone who's still reading my space. haha. So anyway, my post Os activities are kind of good. I don't really slack alot, except for yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on the 22nd of November, it was my prom night. Got to reitian's house in the afternoon, start dolling up, putting make up and scaring myself from the way I look, then we head over to Furama city centre for our Prom. Reached there, and I was kind of pissed. They totally anyhow seat and our table was taken by others. So no choice, we gotta split ourselves. and some of us ended up sitting at the teachers' table. The host was crap and hence, we ended up outside the ballroom snapping photos. It's like more than half of the students are outside! So yeah, I still find this whole night a memorable and awesome one. It's not about the host or the food. It's about the company. Awww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest of the photos are in Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTRrzeaH95o/TtssXjnOzgI/AAAAAAAACcs/PglycibFcHc/s1600/379789_10150415030424802_524964801_8369502_352793717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682184138066415106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTRrzeaH95o/TtssXjnOzgI/AAAAAAAACcs/PglycibFcHc/s400/379789_10150415030424802_524964801_8369502_352793717_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_j7SOv_SnSU/TtssXpGa-xI/AAAAAAAACcc/MmLUR2blbZk/s1600/382625_2470870184771_1642878588_2516899_1077356511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682184139539413778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_j7SOv_SnSU/TtssXpGa-xI/AAAAAAAACcc/MmLUR2blbZk/s400/382625_2470870184771_1642878588_2516899_1077356511_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbWKEOrk5Jg/TtssXClk1II/AAAAAAAACcU/YEJ94IWj7Zw/s1600/307186_2416740492677_1076298138_32627303_347060000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682184129201099906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbWKEOrk5Jg/TtssXClk1II/AAAAAAAACcU/YEJ94IWj7Zw/s400/307186_2416740492677_1076298138_32627303_347060000_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70kXU97IHeQ/TtssWGzETWI/AAAAAAAACcI/NOlD7DLGvpI/s1600/316437_10150411684912070_803412069_8301668_388663715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682184113151561058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70kXU97IHeQ/TtssWGzETWI/AAAAAAAACcI/NOlD7DLGvpI/s400/316437_10150411684912070_803412069_8301668_388663715_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puxJ5MoJGAM/TtssWJv99ZI/AAAAAAAACb8/iaoEvP2uKL8/s1600/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682184113943868818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-puxJ5MoJGAM/TtssWJv99ZI/AAAAAAAACb8/iaoEvP2uKL8/s400/IMG_1437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will post about my Taiwan trip later or something! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-6611040214371104685?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/6611040214371104685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=6611040214371104685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6611040214371104685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6611040214371104685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#6611040214371104685' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTRrzeaH95o/TtssXjnOzgI/AAAAAAAACcs/PglycibFcHc/s72-c/379789_10150415030424802_524964801_8369502_352793717_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3120238499422011808</id><published>2011-11-16T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T01:52:18.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's been like a million years since I've last blog. I mean making a proper blog post. So yeah, after 2 years of somewhat suffering, my O levels is FINALLY, F-I-N-A-L-L-Y OVER!!!!! OHMY, I can't express how happy I am. I believe I've tried my best in all of my papers. Though I'm really worried for some of my subjects especially English as I know that I've severely screwed it up. Oh well, wait till the release of my results and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first two days of freedom was somewhat well spent. It was town with Guoyao, Liyee and JIngyi right after my last paper. I got some of my stuff for Prom. And this super act smart me, went to buy a 4.5 inch wedge when I've never wore any heels/wedge in my entire life. Guess I've to get another heels. Sigh. After that, went Chomp Chomp with Yvonne, Olivia, Biru and Xiaofei to celebrate Olinehneh's birthday. I ate till I look as if I'm 3 months pregnant. Ah, just kidding. But I really ate damn alot. And the Irony, my prom is next week. Good job huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the best sleep I've ever had, no alarms, no nightmare. My mind is not filled with anything. It's just, sleep. Played tetris, watch 'The Oath'. side track alittle, Y'know this local drama, the oath, made me tear. Like finally a show that made me tear. After that went over to queensway alone to get my spectacles and bought shampoo for my upcoming trips. Yeap, I spent almost 45 mins travelling, and I spent like 10 mins there. Zzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's a story. So, I left queensway and was standing at the pavement, at a cross junction. It was just random, I was looking blankly at this particular taxi. So the green light shown and this taxi is making a big turn, suddenly, it turn towards my direction, DIRECTLY AT ME. I was shocked, I literally took a step back and go " WOAHHHHH" KIND OF LOUDLY. But before the taxi reaches me, it knocked down a motorcyclist and the taxi stopped. I swear I was damn shock, I almost cried man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A small diagram to show how the taxi move:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675280261688238594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31Pk8KTwSnc/TsKlVD62ogI/AAAAAAAACbw/35BOD6Ce5EI/s400/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scariest part is my sixth sense. So I was staring blankly, looking at the taxi. And in my mind I was thinking of a movie that I watched before, where a girl got knocked down by a van while standing at the pedestrain. So I was thinking what if the car hit me, and at the moment, the taxi really changes it diection towards me. No, it's not an illusion, and I'm not exxaggerating. I'm serious. But well, I really really hope that the motorcyclist is alright. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, I was thinking. If it really hits me, then I'll be the most unlucky person. Bcos I just finished my O levels man!! But thank god I'm safe. I've a phobia of cross junction now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, that's all. Finally a more normal post after a year of ranting. Gonna head for chalet later with my classmates. Awesome time babeh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3120238499422011808?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3120238499422011808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3120238499422011808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3120238499422011808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3120238499422011808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#3120238499422011808' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31Pk8KTwSnc/TsKlVD62ogI/AAAAAAAACbw/35BOD6Ce5EI/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3421962964979694141</id><published>2011-10-17T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T01:26:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 years ago, I should be dead. Why allow me to continue my suffering here with you dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the greater the impact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain. Helpless. Pathetic. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3421962964979694141?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3421962964979694141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3421962964979694141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3421962964979694141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3421962964979694141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#3421962964979694141' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3686677349776769527</id><published>2011-10-09T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:06:51.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always like to do things that I'm good at to bring my self esteem up, each time I feel very useless. But I really don't know what I'm good at already. My confidence level is dropping.. O's in 16 days. I dont know what to feel anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3686677349776769527?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3686677349776769527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3686677349776769527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3686677349776769527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3686677349776769527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#3686677349776769527' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-729588119863468003</id><published>2011-09-23T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:07:54.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Guess I'm here this time round to rant.. again. So I got back all of my prelims result this week and I think I sort of screw it. I know 20 points for R5 is not say extremely bad, but it's way more than my target. It's like I always dont deserve what I work hard for. I know that sometimes things don't work out the way we want it even though we work hard for it and all we have to do is to stand up and try again and again and again. But look, talk is cheap, so cheap. It's like the last 32 days I guess. And I'm like at a helpless state. I don't know if it's PMS or what, but my mood is way too dull. I was never like this, I don't like that shag face of mine either. But I'm just too bothered. Guess I've really changed, I was never ever bothered about my results at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm really considering rejecting my DSA to HCI. A twenty pointer entering HCI is a major joke. It sounds stupid, but I really don't want to enter such elite school and allow people to look down on me. I don't deserve a place there. I really need a break, I don't want to waste my fucking life studying. I really don't want to sound pathetic. But I'm way too helpless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-729588119863468003?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/729588119863468003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=729588119863468003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/729588119863468003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/729588119863468003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#729588119863468003' title=':('/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1169397950413611968</id><published>2011-09-10T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T01:23:58.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey cheesy apple pie</title><content type='html'>Sup, it's been so long, again. I've actually lost touch of blogging. Oh well, let's see. I've been working kind of hard these few weeks. And I swear I've never work so hard in my entire life, and maybe i'm gonna say that 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking miss everyone and everything. It's like I want to go back to 5 months ago, when I'm heavily involve with basketball. I'm happier. I can see all the smiles around me. What's happening now is alittle worst than I've expected. Time is passing way too fast. I'm graduating in 3-4 weeks time. That's it, 10 years of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worst, I'm only left with 2 months break. Freaking 2 months before I enter college. Ok, college is kind of a big word to me now. Sometimes, I really don't wish to grow up :( sometimes, I hope that I wouldn't lose certain people. Sometimes, I wish I can take things naturally. Sometimes, I wish I'm not Pamela .. Ohwells, wake up Pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know at some point in time, you will realise that there are some people who can mean so much to you? #justsaying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1169397950413611968?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1169397950413611968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1169397950413611968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1169397950413611968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1169397950413611968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#1169397950413611968' title='Honey cheesy apple pie'/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7083349075252860355</id><published>2011-08-27T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T14:31:05.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You meet someone. You two get close. It's all great for awhile. Then someone stops trying. Talk less. Awkward conversations. The drifting. No communication whatsoever. Memories start to fade. Then that person you know becomes that person you KNEW. That's how it usually goes, right? Sad isn't it. "&lt;/em&gt; - Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So true isn't it. Those that deserves, will stay I guess. Pam oh pam, You just got to adapt to changes. Everyone's adapting except for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just, close one bloody eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7083349075252860355?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7083349075252860355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7083349075252860355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7083349075252860355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7083349075252860355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#7083349075252860355' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7475389660437589757</id><published>2011-08-08T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:53:17.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7475389660437589757?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7475389660437589757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7475389660437589757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7475389660437589757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7475389660437589757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#7475389660437589757' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1100692656378678608</id><published>2011-07-30T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:12:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;You know as time pass, as things changes, as destiny is made, I'm really afraid that I might just lose everyone at the end of the day. But that's something that can't be help. Everyone ought to leave each others life someday. Just someday. So who's gonna stay? I can't predict, I can't do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Just tired.&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/35441860-1100692656378678608?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1100692656378678608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1100692656378678608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1100692656378678608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1100692656378678608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1100692656378678608' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-985566158950171358</id><published>2011-07-22T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:38:22.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbtCWNEDhDk/TilehE2sA1I/AAAAAAAACbA/sv4x4-ltDv8/s1600/281275_1452572770140_1707916131_665810_350397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632136731335328594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbtCWNEDhDk/TilehE2sA1I/AAAAAAAACbA/sv4x4-ltDv8/s400/281275_1452572770140_1707916131_665810_350397_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I know the above photo is unglam but that's like the best photo that I can use to talk about this special day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is kind of a special day to me. Alright, let me start from the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So few weeks back, Mr goh met me and told me about us having the need to run this year's sports fiesta due to the lack of councillors. I gotta admit that I was kind of 'sian' at first as we've like step down and we have to do this again. So yeah, I spent 3 nights with Hakim on msn to do the scheldue and everything to make this whole thing run smoothly. It was kind of complicating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day, we met super early. And I was really happy to get full attendance despite the fact that we have already stepped down. So we set up everything, finish the frist round of the floorball games and it starts to drizzle. Then heavy downpour. Yeap, everything have to stop and all of us were like 'saving' each other and seeking shelter at the tentage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's this plan made by our principal to move everyone to the assembly area. And hence the councillors started taking the initiatives and we start our so call umbrella parade. It was kind of tiring but it's just awesome. Not exactly fun, but awesome! I don't know what kind of feeling is this, like I'm proud of the councillors, I'm proud to be a councillor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything ended with the last council cheer which was damn bloody loud. Man, I feel like crying after that. It's like a family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shall be one of the best days in 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-985566158950171358?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/985566158950171358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=985566158950171358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/985566158950171358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/985566158950171358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#985566158950171358' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbtCWNEDhDk/TilehE2sA1I/AAAAAAAACbA/sv4x4-ltDv8/s72-c/281275_1452572770140_1707916131_665810_350397_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3148567674237538214</id><published>2011-07-17T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:28:58.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woahhhhhhhhh.. I just realised that I've not land here for a very long time. How's everyone? lol. So.... well, my exams are over. Got back my results and it's like, so far so bad. Damn it, but it's ok, I'm good at comforting myself. Take this as a form of a wake up call, and clarify my doubts. I've got like less than 14 weeks which is seriously very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'll be slogging like mad in the last 14 weeks. 3 more months of pain, and I'll get the pride in my O level cert forever. HANG IN THERE EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3148567674237538214?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3148567674237538214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3148567674237538214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3148567674237538214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3148567674237538214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#3148567674237538214' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1560126709697248366</id><published>2011-07-01T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:44:36.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know I've been away for 10 days. Away from the Internet. Hmm, actually not really, I've been refreshing my twitter timeline over and over again. Though I said I'm gonna quit twitter at the beginning of the week, but look I'm still refreshing the timeline. Lol, social network is a killer. And I'm kind of unhappy at the fact that the world is revolving around technology. And it sort of isolate people from each other. It's like you can go out with a group of friends, who's all holding on to an iphone and exercising their finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past few days, I've been observing the changes in me and everything that happened over the years. When we were so much younger, all we want is to be able to grow older, being able to hang out more often. But for now, after I;ve grown much older, I realise that time is so limited and that it is not so easy hanging out anymore. We are afraid of awkward moments, we are doubtful about everything under the sun. That's human's nature right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the sort of person who initiates alot, but soon after, I got tired. Back then, was I even like that? The truth is, people around me makes me tired, makes me want to leave. And I gotta confess that I lose people easily, and when I try to get them back, it's alittle too late. And I'm refering to no one in particular. That's the problem with me, I can't accept too much cons in a person. But if I were to put myself in their shoes, I'm no better. Or perhaps even worst. If I were pamela loh's friend, I wouldn't tolerate her. Thinking about that, I'm actually not a very lovable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know in the past, I always think that I'm a more matured sort of person as compared to people of my age because of my family background and all the shits I go through. But I'm sooo wrong. It's like this background, makes me so judgemental and I sort of give myself "rules". My family, is so judgemental. They comment about each other and I see that there's dislikeness. I tried not to fall in, but eventually I did. And that at the end of the day, makes me lose people around me. Take my dad as an example, with all the negative remarks, I tried to believe that he's not that sort of person. But because of one minor mistake he made, that made me so mad, I ignored him for 3 months. I tried forgiving, but I can't. And to think about it, it's gonna be even worst in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a certain limit of pride in myself, but now, I'm giving in and giving in. Because I can't afford to lose people anymore. And I really don't know the actual meaning of getting it back. It's just me you see. I dislike changes. Sometimes I just want have a thought of wasting my life away and be useless, but sometimes I really thought of becoming a useful person. I don't see what's ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel angry all the time. Every single time. I'm dying to get everything off my chest. I'm dying for a reborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation change, people change, life changes. Something is bothering me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1560126709697248366?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1560126709697248366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1560126709697248366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1560126709697248366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1560126709697248366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html#1560126709697248366' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7103575486434417644</id><published>2011-06-20T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:01:13.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMsWq9LgFjU/Tf9AXAc7YiI/AAAAAAAACa4/YMGLjd7TTxE/s1600/265055_1908270418760_1001811594_31705526_6582891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620281623984169506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMsWq9LgFjU/Tf9AXAc7YiI/AAAAAAAACa4/YMGLjd7TTxE/s400/265055_1908270418760_1001811594_31705526_6582891_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MagSrmuxQws/Tf9AXPp2M9I/AAAAAAAACaw/dMko8VpMRYk/s1600/253405_1908270818770_1001811594_31705527_2614079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620281628064887762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MagSrmuxQws/Tf9AXPp2M9I/AAAAAAAACaw/dMko8VpMRYk/s400/253405_1908270818770_1001811594_31705527_2614079_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZh9F--FkRE/Tf9AW3GU9OI/AAAAAAAACao/-CU6NjKGx24/s1600/252462_1908270018750_1001811594_31705525_5188810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620281621473457378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZh9F--FkRE/Tf9AW3GU9OI/AAAAAAAACao/-CU6NjKGx24/s400/252462_1908270018750_1001811594_31705525_5188810_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KuzZiE8TJJY/Tf9AWsXBnDI/AAAAAAAACag/iMTlJIfpZUg/s1600/260585_1908269538738_1001811594_31705524_2580613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620281618590702642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KuzZiE8TJJY/Tf9AWsXBnDI/AAAAAAAACag/iMTlJIfpZUg/s400/260585_1908269538738_1001811594_31705524_2580613_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56zOgluCUAY/Tf9AWqE2OMI/AAAAAAAACaY/PqNjXTVgR0Q/s1600/261822_1905649433237_1001811594_31702000_7353620_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620281617977587906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-56zOgluCUAY/Tf9AWqE2OMI/AAAAAAAACaY/PqNjXTVgR0Q/s400/261822_1905649433237_1001811594_31702000_7353620_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I was having fun. Yeap, indeed it was fun. Went Kuta Kinabalu for a 4D3N trip. It was good though I didn't do any shopping at all. Honestly, I prefer this kinda trip compared to shopping. You know, just Chill at the beach. So I went to some Island for water sports on the 2nd day and up to the mountain top on the 3rd day. Sun burns and all. Though my bro isn't those very beachy sort of person, I still manage to watch the sea for alittle while. And I like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish is fufilled. Love my parents for letting me have a getaway. Everything is so good, I love this trip. Beautiful sky, beautiful beaches, awesome food, awesome live performance at Hotel Lobby at night. But just lack of a right companion. ;) Something bad is that I actually brought my notes with me, and I manage to scan through alittle. Suckkkk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was a mistake to go online. Hate the fact that I'm so dependent on technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, I'm happy and I feel so much better when I study. Enjoy the last week of your holidays people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7103575486434417644?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7103575486434417644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7103575486434417644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7103575486434417644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7103575486434417644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#7103575486434417644' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMsWq9LgFjU/Tf9AXAc7YiI/AAAAAAAACa4/YMGLjd7TTxE/s72-c/265055_1908270418760_1001811594_31705526_6582891_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-5749175783380117934</id><published>2011-06-11T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:44:46.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, when the principal told us that our mid-year will be after our june Holidays, I was kind of happy with that decision. But to think of it now, and to experience it now, it sort of suck. Bcos there's no one to drill us and our holiday is spent procastinating at home. And tada, it's exam time, there goes our holidays. :( So saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was looking through all of the photos that I took in 2010 and WOW, I didn't know that being a O level student could make such a huge difference in my life! Like there's no council, no trainings, no matches. I miss every single one of it!! Now I understand what it meant by, people will only appreciate things that they lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pass 4 days, I've been doing and doing maths, and maths and maths. It's tiring, especially when I stay at home for the pass 4/5 days. And it suck, because I just sit there and watch the time passes, watch the sun set. I wanna head out to ball and do what teens do man! sigh, tough being a singaporean student. Well, face the fact pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I would like to complain about how BIG SIZE I AM NOW (DONT WANT TO USE FAT) I look at the photos, man, I USED TO have hour glass figure you know!!! And now what, after a few days of munching on titbits, well donez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the photos, i realise how much i've grown. My eyes are getting uglier due to the lack of sleep. My hair is getting shorter. Hahaha, Do you feel different seeing me in my short hair as compared to my long hair? bcos I don't feel any different. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should just sleep now. Nightz blogger.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-5749175783380117934?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/5749175783380117934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=5749175783380117934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5749175783380117934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5749175783380117934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#5749175783380117934' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-8639591969260960595</id><published>2011-06-08T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:41:45.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mamamamama, I need food, i want food. Maybe it's pre-menstrual cravings. All the time, before my period comes, I will crave for all kinds of food. And I'll be freaking hungry. Anwww, Life's a bore. Everyday I'm studying ~ andd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S A BORE&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S A BORE&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S A BORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I think I'm not in the right mind now. Wellz, this week is a math week, next week will be a science week before I fly to KOTA KINNABALU for a short Getaway. Where's that? sounds far? It's just Malaysia. But still, it's a beachy place. And mua love beachy place. Hope it's not as boring as Bali trip. Hiak hiak. Alright, guess i'm gonna study alittle before I head out to study alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-8639591969260960595?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/8639591969260960595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=8639591969260960595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8639591969260960595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8639591969260960595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#8639591969260960595' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7515095471923710432</id><published>2011-06-07T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:40:22.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some things are just not worth trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7515095471923710432?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7515095471923710432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7515095471923710432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7515095471923710432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7515095471923710432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#7515095471923710432' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-8132532575016504381</id><published>2011-06-05T14:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:20:36.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGgwdX-e4ys/TesoyAt8GbI/AAAAAAAACaQ/5tOeNV1Odak/s1600/P6041796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614626200098707890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGgwdX-e4ys/TesoyAt8GbI/AAAAAAAACaQ/5tOeNV1Odak/s400/P6041796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well well well, I had so much fun yesterday! With some lovely girls to celebrate Jovita's birthday at Marina Barrage. And I gotta say that Kite flying is really not easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so here's what happen. On 1june the girls came over to have pre baking session with my mum. So we tried baking 3 colours cake, while my mum bake her durian cake. It was fun! So the outcome of our cake was pretty alright, and it's really anyhow kind. We measured all of the ingredients and we just anyhow mix. Like if we see it's too watery, we add more flour. If it's too dry, we add more milk. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614619310093933922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eR23SZD8r58/Tesig9cynWI/AAAAAAAACZA/LLnemZwoqFk/s400/252795_10150209109144802_524964801_7026759_2392506_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P31mGBvDB4I/Tesighgu4zI/AAAAAAAACY4/nxoKDnYNhJM/s1600/254407_10150209108474802_524964801_7026745_5969382_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614619302594274098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P31mGBvDB4I/Tesighgu4zI/AAAAAAAACY4/nxoKDnYNhJM/s400/254407_10150209108474802_524964801_7026745_5969382_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oyhtkBQi-PY/TesigdrjquI/AAAAAAAACYw/EYtCUkjINUA/s1600/P6011195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614619301565934306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oyhtkBQi-PY/TesigdrjquI/AAAAAAAACYw/EYtCUkjINUA/s400/P6011195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7YFcUYR-j8/Tesif8yc7pI/AAAAAAAACYo/avwgFroXpBs/s1600/P6011165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614619292736482962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7YFcUYR-j8/Tesif8yc7pI/AAAAAAAACYo/avwgFroXpBs/s400/P6011165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhWRVJtYR-M/TesifeJHVBI/AAAAAAAACYg/NPRW5MZmkd0/s1600/P6011172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614619284510037010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhWRVJtYR-M/TesifeJHVBI/AAAAAAAACYg/NPRW5MZmkd0/s400/P6011172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on friday 3June, they came over again to bake the cake and do the birthday board. So we baked brownie and the 3 layers cake. However, while baking the second layer of the coloured cake, the porcelain plate in my oven broke. It was so screwed! So we got no choice but to cycle to Jingyi's place to cake the second layer before cycling back to my house. The process was so tiring, but it's awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614621897619331858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfnAra-28NA/Tesk3ku62xI/AAAAAAAACZo/8rY3LJGUXlQ/s400/P6031650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614621890675086978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epS8gAac2AM/Tesk3K3SFoI/AAAAAAAACZg/YPnrUc8H364/s400/P6031503.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnh5Xucz5lI/Tesk2jguI7I/AAAAAAAACZY/BWDJzS-VvyA/s1600/P6031493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614621880111473586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnh5Xucz5lI/Tesk2jguI7I/AAAAAAAACZY/BWDJzS-VvyA/s400/P6031493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnI1QZacAKg/Tesk2YHTpZI/AAAAAAAACZQ/DudH4yNFYx0/s1600/P6031456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614621877052089746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnI1QZacAKg/Tesk2YHTpZI/AAAAAAAACZQ/DudH4yNFYx0/s400/P6031456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614621867667895538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_xRz0YCDPs/Tesk11J8NPI/AAAAAAAACZI/g8dPknGEgTE/s400/P6031657.JPG" /&gt;So yesterday, was the surprise. We headed to Marinan Barrage for the celebration plus kite flying and pot luck. Haha. It was raining puimao and puidog in the morning. But all thanks to my singing, the rain stopped. Ok, I really don't know how to describe the fun, but it was just, fun!!! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbhmzI3i1Fk/Tesox7A6WhI/AAAAAAAACaI/30bGh3lAY6g/s1600/P6042303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614626198567672338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbhmzI3i1Fk/Tesox7A6WhI/AAAAAAAACaI/30bGh3lAY6g/s400/P6042303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5o321sDbjgg/TesoxeSYA4I/AAAAAAAACaA/lGZGznEa7A/s1600/P6041864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614626190856291202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5o321sDbjgg/TesoxeSYA4I/AAAAAAAACaA/lGZGznEad7A/s400/P6041864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIVaLygXGX0/TesoxF_2vEI/AAAAAAAACZ4/7Yiq3jzcnYw/s1600/P6041748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614626184336161858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIVaLygXGX0/TesoxF_2vEI/AAAAAAAACZ4/7Yiq3jzcnYw/s400/P6041748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej9UxAjqJtM/Tesow77CDBI/AAAAAAAACZw/IF2L19W5BKQ/s1600/P6041744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614626181631577106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ej9UxAjqJtM/Tesow77CDBI/AAAAAAAACZw/IF2L19W5BKQ/s400/P6041744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohya, and we headed to Qiannhu for fish Spa. It was frigging itchy and zomg. A test to my guts. because I tried the bigger fishes kind. And their mouth is as big as my tumb print! Well, it was a day well spent like a tourist, though I didn't do any work on that day. Hehe, time to study hard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it Pam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-8132532575016504381?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/8132532575016504381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=8132532575016504381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8132532575016504381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8132532575016504381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html#8132532575016504381' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NGgwdX-e4ys/TesoyAt8GbI/AAAAAAAACaQ/5tOeNV1Odak/s72-c/P6041796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1748854564828258714</id><published>2011-05-31T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T01:20:42.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I sound alittle too angry on my previous entry. But well, though I'm still a little nuts, I'm feeling better now. Especially when my chinese paper is over. Well, it's not tooo bad, it was alright. But you know, all along, the answer key and I just can't click. Just hope for the best, I believe my hard work would pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to keep my 30/5 Chinese paper memorable, I shall just post it up. So in the morning, When I was about the leave house, I saw my mum waiting for me at the door step and said " come, i fetch you to school", aww how lucky, second time in my life, i'm sitting my mum's car. k whatever, back to the point. So when I reached school, I drank the coffee that my mum buoght the day before, and it's a brand that I've never tried. So the coffee is actually high in milk. Being nervous, and bcos of the coffee I had a very bad diarrhoea :( so baddd. So yeah, sat for the paper and I think I'm crazy to actually do the situational writing that I've never tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get an A2, I'm gonna but 3 packets of tissue from the auntie outside Yewtee Mrt, and run a 10km marathon. Ok, don't mark my words. So yeah, I finished one paper and it felt as if O's over. Then headed out to ball with some of my primary school peeps, it's awesomezzzz. I miss balling, life was so much better when I have basketball :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, my whole body is aching from head to toe and I need to wake up in 7 hours time for lessonz. Me no like mua holidayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to reality. This world is ugly. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1748854564828258714?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1748854564828258714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1748854564828258714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1748854564828258714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1748854564828258714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#1748854564828258714' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3329420910855635845</id><published>2011-05-28T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:33:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheeebong bong bong bongggg. I re-read all my posts till April 2010. I myself, saw the contrast between my 2010 posts to my 2011 posts. You see, I used to be humorous(maybe) in my blog posts, cracking little jokes. But right now, my posts are most of the time short, with very upset words and sentences. It's like I'm using different platforms to rant my unhappiness, to vent my anger. Tell me what's up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I USED TO enjoy life so much, and the word to emphasise on is USED TO. No, it's not the problem of growing up. It's the problem of understanding and knowing how bad the situation is. How bad, this whole problem is. Realising what it's gonna happen in the future. Yes, it's all about my past. I kept having nightmares, dreamt that I went back to my past, in that house. Facing people that makes me upset. Having to face all these problems ALL BY MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up, everything. You know, throughout my life, I wouldn't let anything affect my character in school. But on that particular day, I felt ... it's like I can't get back up at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the Pamela I knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3329420910855635845?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3329420910855635845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3329420910855635845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3329420910855635845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3329420910855635845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#3329420910855635845' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-4134991390117400005</id><published>2011-05-27T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T22:39:09.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pam oh pam. Sometimes you gotta learn how to put the past behind and not live in your own shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pam oh pam, you're taking your MT paper in 2 days time and you shouldn't get distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pam oh Pam, do you even know what you want in life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all, Goood bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-4134991390117400005?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/4134991390117400005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=4134991390117400005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4134991390117400005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4134991390117400005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#4134991390117400005' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-5449768554107629529</id><published>2011-05-05T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:18:17.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vMwKUEzIxc/TcJAdSeV09I/AAAAAAAACYU/_uGQI8EYRcc/s1600/tumblr_ljplw5JtC41qzkmfho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603111758321800146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vMwKUEzIxc/TcJAdSeV09I/AAAAAAAACYU/_uGQI8EYRcc/s400/tumblr_ljplw5JtC41qzkmfho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SICK.TIRED.WEAK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-5449768554107629529?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/5449768554107629529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=5449768554107629529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5449768554107629529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5449768554107629529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html#5449768554107629529' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vMwKUEzIxc/TcJAdSeV09I/AAAAAAAACYU/_uGQI8EYRcc/s72-c/tumblr_ljplw5JtC41qzkmfho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7418634133692800775</id><published>2011-04-28T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:34:17.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hnwopSFzI8/Tbl2JvHYzDI/AAAAAAAACYM/YxrJ_u4yfcU/s1600/229353_10150232344882150_777587149_8713665_3680213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600637521250274354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hnwopSFzI8/Tbl2JvHYzDI/AAAAAAAACYM/YxrJ_u4yfcU/s400/229353_10150232344882150_777587149_8713665_3680213_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so today marks the last chapter, or maybe last page of my journey being in Team Unity. This journey wasn't easy, but it was definitely and fruitful and awesome one. Remember how I entered this team, remember how this team mada a different in me. I gotta say that without this team, I would be a totally different person. It's funny how the word LAST affected me so much. How all the memories make my tears flow down naturally. Yesterday and today, was memorable, was tearful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day before our battle, we went over to Nana's place to analyze the game as well as some motivational talk by our beloved captains. You see, the moment I watched the video that Xf made two years ago, I teared. Or in fact, i cried. That year, was bad, was memorable. Was something that no words can decribe. Revisiting that moment, all those memories just have to flash pass my head. All of us cried like cry babies. But tell me, when are we going to cry like that again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, before the match, all of us had a common dream, a common goal. We were full of hopes, singing and laughing. Upon reaching the stadium, everything felt as per normal. Ok, maybe a little nervous. Throughout the match, we were losing them. Till a moment when we had a tie, tadah, the hope is there again. So during the 3rd quarter, our only point guard fouled out. On the beginning of 4th quarter, another player foul out. So naturally, all of us were worried, but it made me want to fight even harder. Well, at the end, we lost by 6 points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to describe that feeling. It's like, I'm sad that we lost, I'm sad that this is my final game. I'm sad that I'm leaving this coach. I'm touched that coach did not even shout at me today at all, but just kept motivating me. I'm sad that we did not reach our aim. I'm sad that I'll never have this feeling again, just how much i love this team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my honour and glory to have these team mates. I've never ever regretted participating in every training, in every suffering, in fact it was a blessing. I've never regretted spending so much time on this game throughout my secondary school life. Without this game, I would not have this team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to each and everyone of you, who made this day such a memorable one. Team mates, Nana, Xiaofei, Olivia, Nana's mum, teachers, friends and classmates. I feel so bless, to have every single one of them with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it, LAST prize presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7418634133692800775?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7418634133692800775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7418634133692800775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7418634133692800775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7418634133692800775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#7418634133692800775' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hnwopSFzI8/Tbl2JvHYzDI/AAAAAAAACYM/YxrJ_u4yfcU/s72-c/229353_10150232344882150_777587149_8713665_3680213_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-2564809881204096965</id><published>2011-04-22T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:54:23.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZGoN97Sn_o/TbGi3zdz-dI/AAAAAAAACYE/ubBGGqOkjYc/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598434891389991378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZGoN97Sn_o/TbGi3zdz-dI/AAAAAAAACYE/ubBGGqOkjYc/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was browsing through my photo albums to look for a new profile picture, and most of them are photos with this team. I was smiling and laughing while looking through those photos. Observing how much we have change throughout these years. taller/fatter/slimmer/prettier. I can't imagine my jouney being in this wonderful team is ending next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From strangers, to team mates, to friends, to close friends, to enemies, to a so call sister-sister bond. How things change. But sad to say, as time passes, we tends to take things for granted. And I gotta admit that I felt it, and am guilty of it. It's like how we treat our family members. But well, situation change, people change and no one can be blame. but nevertheless, this team, is one that I'll never forget for the rest of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall, not get emotional now, leave it for the 28th of april. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-2564809881204096965?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/2564809881204096965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=2564809881204096965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2564809881204096965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2564809881204096965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#2564809881204096965' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZGoN97Sn_o/TbGi3zdz-dI/AAAAAAAACYE/ubBGGqOkjYc/s72-c/IMG_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1043665969185423758</id><published>2011-04-21T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:13:02.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how enemies two years ago, can be such great friends today. Thinking about it, the past is such a joke. Two days ago, we made Unity Bdiv girls enter the national top 4 once again ever since 2008. It was a proud moment. And a touching scene as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this friend, call chicken, who told me that we would enter the top 4 together when we realise that we were in the same grouping. So on that very day, we won, and they are out. And she, came over and told me words of encouragement, instead of me comforting her. It's like zomg, never been this touched seriously. This friend, will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, WE ARE FINALLY IN THE TOP 4. But to bring our aim higher, we shall now aim for the finals. I want to leave this school with something memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Semi-finals on monday, against scgs. Let's go TEAM UNITY. Last 2 matches babeh, and it's time to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1043665969185423758?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1043665969185423758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1043665969185423758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1043665969185423758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1043665969185423758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#1043665969185423758' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7277034147085652418</id><published>2011-04-10T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:58:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so damn tired of every single thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to get lost. :(&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/35441860-7277034147085652418?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7277034147085652418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7277034147085652418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7277034147085652418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7277034147085652418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#7277034147085652418' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3017694980071149489</id><published>2011-04-03T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:15:26.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I'm not gonna care about my future, who will? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When a situation occurs, a decision is made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the hardest part is still the action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my life, I'll do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I really hope I mean it this time. For a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3017694980071149489?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3017694980071149489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3017694980071149489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3017694980071149489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3017694980071149489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_04_01_archive.html#3017694980071149489' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-4567850597065002487</id><published>2011-03-27T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:46:41.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sQe70uQEEk/TY9aqQpQr6I/AAAAAAAACX8/PsV8VUbv6lI/s1600/tumblr_lhknvjiKvy1qbw4dpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588785344659107746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sQe70uQEEk/TY9aqQpQr6I/AAAAAAAACX8/PsV8VUbv6lI/s400/tumblr_lhknvjiKvy1qbw4dpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I did enter this space a couple of times, but I really have no idea if I should start on my ranting spree here again. You see, I've been ranting again and again, and nothing seems to be changing. It's like my mind is set, but I'm not making any progress.. Well, life is full of headaches, and my headaches comes from 3 different aspects. A lame example is that I'm telling myself that I'm gonna get an A2 for my chinese paper and I'm still slacking and failing away. You see, this part of me is sucha turn off. Ok, quit ranting, a good week ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the happier stuff, We got west zone champ 3 weeks ago! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-4567850597065002487?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/4567850597065002487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=4567850597065002487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4567850597065002487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4567850597065002487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#4567850597065002487' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sQe70uQEEk/TY9aqQpQr6I/AAAAAAAACX8/PsV8VUbv6lI/s72-c/tumblr_lhknvjiKvy1qbw4dpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-747830371612285701</id><published>2011-03-07T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:07:02.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghhh, I know I'm not suppose to be using the laptop now, but i'm seriously going insane~ Ahh, I've been telling myself that I'm not nervous or whatsoever. But the effect is coming! It's happening now! I wanna scream! It may sound exaggerating, but it's really crazy. Why? Bcos I've been waiting to play finals for like 1 whole bloody year! Bcos I failed last year, and I wanna get back there! Do you know that kind of feeling!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, chill. *breath in and out, Out and in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Pamela Loh, will COMPOSE MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;I, Pamela Loh, will keep calm throughout the match, regardless winning or losing.&lt;br /&gt;I, Pamela Loh, will minimise the turnovers.&lt;br /&gt;I, Pamela Loh, will not get angry.&lt;br /&gt;I, Pamela Loh, will make an effort to put in every basket.&lt;br /&gt;I, Pamela Loh, will never ever give up.&lt;br /&gt;I, Pamela Loh, will not be USELESS TMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, USSBBG, is going to win. We are going to put up an awesome performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO TEARS TOMORROW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-747830371612285701?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/747830371612285701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=747830371612285701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/747830371612285701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/747830371612285701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#747830371612285701' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-5642043842799151918</id><published>2011-02-25T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:29:21.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUgp0N7pEms/TWfGSAJ2n8I/AAAAAAAACX0/7SpceWiqU1s/s1600/tumblr_lelwnaapgD1qa5c71o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577644676102922178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUgp0N7pEms/TWfGSAJ2n8I/AAAAAAAACX0/7SpceWiqU1s/s400/tumblr_lelwnaapgD1qa5c71o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ohmama, look at those abs. I want it! Haha, but I doubt i'm working towards it. Loool, i've been eating like a glutton. I spend my money on food when I said that I'm on a diet. And my diet plan only lasted for 3 days i guess? But well, it's gonna be semis soon, I can't let myself be skinny and weak and let them push around right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had training for this entire week. Monday was normal training, Tues was 10 rounds around the field, which was good and awesome(no joke), plus some physical training. Wed, normal training, thursday is 10 rounds around the canteen plus some revising of formations. And Lastly, on TGIF, it's normal training again. You see, this week is indeed a very tiring week. With some council issues to settle, trainings, test and everything. It's definitely not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up a timetable for myself to do revision everyday. Though I didn't go according to my timetable, but I still managed to make a slight improvement. Which is good. Sec 4 life isn't easy at all! I don't even have time for myself. Weekdays, lessons, AEP, training, self revision. Nah, I'm not ranting, in fact I gotta say that I'm sort of enjoying the process. Though i'm really guilty for my terrible attitude during self trainings. It's like I'm asking myself in my head " didn't you said that you're gonna do anything just to win this semis !?". But I'm seriously very tired on some days, and that explains my foul attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to some kindergaten today to do my CIP and it was good! Because they are frigging cute. And it sort of reminds me of my kindergarten days. I remembered that I wasn't a cute kid at all when I was 5/6 years old. I look at my kindergraten photo and I have this need-a-smacking face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's all I guess. I feel like running the track or something now. Lol, and, I didn't know that the feeling of TGIF could be soo good till this year. It makes me smile. Like there's finally a rest day after 5 LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-5642043842799151918?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/5642043842799151918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=5642043842799151918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5642043842799151918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5642043842799151918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#5642043842799151918' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUgp0N7pEms/TWfGSAJ2n8I/AAAAAAAACX0/7SpceWiqU1s/s72-c/tumblr_lelwnaapgD1qa5c71o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-2533705375240490618</id><published>2011-02-20T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:12:55.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, i'm back. didn;t bother to step in here for the pass few weeks. Like what's the point when everything that I'm gonna say is just negative stuff. Ok, so here's a summary of these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know why(maybe bcos of being a sec4 kid), I'll feel extremely worn out by the end of the week. Like I'll always have this very "TGIF' kind of feeling. But, my weekends ain't any awesome. I've gotta rush all my homework, esp my chinese. And ya, so many other stuff that just screw my weekends away. I guess I really have to adapt to this bcos it's gonna get tougher after this month. (ohno) Matches, trainings, homework, school, extra lessons. (N)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, for this year, I'm kind of scared for this season. Though we manage to enter top 4, but this isn't the end of it. I really really wanna push myself harder, and get back all my confidence. I'm failing. Well, just hope that I'll make full use of next week to get back whatever that I've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, marks the end of my u15 jouney. I remember hesitating about joining since i know my standard. But I've never regretted making this choice as I met really awesome people who i'll miss so damn freaking much. And all the drills that we did, which I enjoyed doing actually. The coach, the people there are just nice. Aw man, now i'm in a dilemma. Should I continue to u17 or should I just concentrate more on my studies(hopefully). Sigh, hate to make decisions that would affect my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually if i look deeper. I've got like alot of decisions to make. JC or poly? If i go JC, can i cope? DSA? and if i go for DSA, I need to have a record of being in the u17 so that I'll enter the school easier. And if I DSA, what school can I go to? A levels? If I choose Poly, what course can I enter? Is that course the best for me? How much should I aim? Will I regret entering a poly? See, these questions have been pondering in my mind. Sigh, and the best part, I've gotta really make a choice soon so that I would not be so vex and that I'll have an aim. What's more, I believe that DSA selection is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop all these shit stuff. I enjoyed myself today with 12 of my classmates. It's realy madness. From starting the fire, to peeling 2 containers of prawns! Plus playing kinec which made me sweat like mad. My classmates are crazy actually. Especially, when all of us became World champions. You see, it's good to see all the noobs play together, then to see the pros do it. That's where all the laughter came from. Heehee. Thanks for this awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all. Tiring week ahead, I'll pull through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-2533705375240490618?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/2533705375240490618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=2533705375240490618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2533705375240490618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2533705375240490618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#2533705375240490618' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-583083097806033102</id><published>2011-02-06T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:11:33.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the fact and nothing but the fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man, I sort of feel like going overseas to study after my o levels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that I can concentrate better and do even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But nah, my parents wouldn't allow this. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-583083097806033102?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/583083097806033102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=583083097806033102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/583083097806033102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/583083097806033102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#583083097806033102' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-4490133161165065003</id><published>2011-01-30T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:19:22.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because one thing leads to another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As time goes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get more linkage between all the shit that's happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm absolutely not looking forward to getting more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first link started out 7 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-4490133161165065003?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/4490133161165065003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=4490133161165065003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4490133161165065003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4490133161165065003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#4490133161165065003' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-107458613007772672</id><published>2011-01-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:36:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idk what's happening to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, I just wish to be alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-107458613007772672?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/107458613007772672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=107458613007772672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/107458613007772672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/107458613007772672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#107458613007772672' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-8981820397877265710</id><published>2011-01-23T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:49:06.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is sunday, and my weekends are ending again. But well, I'm not as unhappy and depressed as last week anymore. I felt much better after that Impromptu plan to go town with my mum and Bro at 8pm last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's the shopping or what. I'm not that negative towards my mum anymore. Because afterall she meant well and besides being alittle evil and pressurising me, she's actually rather thoughtful. Like she knows that I needa shop badly, so she brought me out. And if I look into every little small things she did for me, something as simple as waking me up in the morning and buying my favourite goodies. I believe my life wouldn't be this smooth without her. Gosh, why do I sound so cheesy. Must be that flu medicine, plus alittle bit of love, that my mum gave me just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I realise that life isn't that stressful afterall. I'm only 16 this year and I'm gonna experience more things and get more stress in the future. So whatever I'm experiencing now are just peanuts. Relax, take it easy and I'll fall in love with the books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, have a great week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-8981820397877265710?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/8981820397877265710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=8981820397877265710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8981820397877265710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8981820397877265710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#8981820397877265710' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7476772006182462852</id><published>2011-01-21T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:14:26.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TTmEfPkNBGI/AAAAAAAACXg/Su6ByJDXov0/s1600/tumblr_leh6nx3NlX1qe59o0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564624486882149474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TTmEfPkNBGI/AAAAAAAACXg/Su6ByJDXov0/s400/tumblr_leh6nx3NlX1qe59o0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the 3rd week of 2011 and I'm dying. Getting so worn out every week, feeling that 2 days of weekends are seriously not enough. NOT ENOUGH. My character is changing and I can feel it. It's like I'm gonna get a minor depression anytime man. Everything is not right. nonono. Being pressurized by my damn parents, getting all tired after matches and training and yet have to force myself to stay awake. Suck big time. I know I must get use to this and I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that I'm changing. I'm becoming short-tempered, becoming a bitch who don't care about how others feel and I'm like.. hmm, just changing. I dont know what's gotten into me seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7476772006182462852?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7476772006182462852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7476772006182462852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7476772006182462852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7476772006182462852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#7476772006182462852' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TTmEfPkNBGI/AAAAAAAACXg/Su6ByJDXov0/s72-c/tumblr_leh6nx3NlX1qe59o0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-2597908315881428447</id><published>2011-01-16T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:44:17.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just felt like blogging suddenly. Ok, so what should I say today. Hmm.. season's starting soon. This thurs vs Dunearn. And I think that terrible pain I got from my knee for the pass few days was due to the rain. Because it didn't rain today and my knee is perfectly fine. Ohdear, I'm becoming and old lady. Loool. I finished two cheena essay and one cheena compre today which is not alot actually. What a slacker i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the other day, I dreamt that I become damn bloody fat. Like I've got double chin, my tumy is worst than a pregant lady, and everything's just so fat. Then I was in those sibei CMI outfit, like I wore a hot pink tie? Haha. And I know I need to go shopping soon. So bored of all the smelly books, and getting myself stuck with the comp whole day. Kill me pls. I hope my internet crash. kidddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all. I think I need more than 24 hours everyday SERIOUSLY. Zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-2597908315881428447?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/2597908315881428447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=2597908315881428447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2597908315881428447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2597908315881428447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#2597908315881428447' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3892622731334545378</id><published>2011-01-14T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:13:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There have been sooo many things running through my mind all the time. YES, ALL THE TIME. School, life getting worst as days goes by. I'm only at part 0.001 of my Studying for o level plan. I can't focus, I just can't. I need a focus lens. Loool, maybe I should convert myself to become hallejuyah, so that I can feel that there's still god that I can trust right. Loool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I hate injuries. I HATE HATE HATE INJURIES! This is getting frigging annoying. Why must I get injuries everywhere before my season. Do you know how much/how long I've been training up for this season!? Being a failure last year is enough. I've been dying to get back into competition for a really long time. And now what, eveything is failing on me. How fucked up is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ignore my previous post* that only applies to weekdays. Whatever it is, I just needa rant. JUST DIE. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3892622731334545378?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3892622731334545378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3892622731334545378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3892622731334545378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3892622731334545378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#3892622731334545378' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3461231866903580188</id><published>2011-01-13T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:02:28.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmann, I wanna be like Jessie Foo. STAY OUT OF THE INTERNET!! I'm wasting so much time in the net and my friends around me are like finishing their assignment when I'm still like what? Facebooking? No way man, there's no facebook as a subject. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not gonna use the internet, or use my lappy for as long as I can! Deal. Anyway, WHAT SO NICE ABOUT BEING IN THE INTERNET HUH HUH HUH HUH!! I'm Flunking everything already man! Gotta realy buck up! I scored 27/100 for my cheena test. heeehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, godbye for now. ill be back in 9 months time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3461231866903580188?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3461231866903580188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3461231866903580188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3461231866903580188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3461231866903580188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#3461231866903580188' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-811969656836833263</id><published>2011-01-12T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:37:08.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is freaking maddd. I've been eating and eating and eating. After I eat, I'll eat again. And where all my money go to? Food. Like seriously man, I'll bring like lotsa biscuit and bread to school. I'll eat during lesson, during recess, during lunch break. After aep, I eat again. Then after dinner, i'll snack here snack there, eat here eat there. EVERYDAY. Tell me what's happening now! One day.. JUST ONE DAY.. You'll not recognise me anymore.. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, crap. Season's starting in one weeks' time and I'm still aching here and there. My shoulder, my back, my knee. Mannn, i needa be in my best condition for this year! Argh, this is soo irritating. And ya, I think i sort of lost interest in studying for testss. Because I'll frigging flunk my chinese paper with red ink all over and my history, WORST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it's ok. Just call me smarty from today onwards. maybe it'll motivate me to study hard. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aim for o's : L1r5 10.5. (gotta start small so that I can incraese the number over the year)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-811969656836833263?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/811969656836833263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=811969656836833263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/811969656836833263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/811969656836833263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#811969656836833263' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-8364521961556712511</id><published>2011-01-10T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:37:36.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously seriously seriously seriously seriously seriously need to be more more more more more more more discipline discipline !!! I'm lagging behind. Wanna know what I owe? 7 chinese essays, 3 chinese paper two, 2 history essay. Woohoo~ that's excluding the daily assignment that i'm given. And what have i been doing? twitter~facebook~messenger~. HAHA, SERIOUSLY AHH. PAM OH PAM! GET YOUR HEAD DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN !! I CAN'T GET DISTRACTED BY EVERY LITTLE STUFF. NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neewaysss, my shoulder, my back my leg, my... is all dying on me nowwww NOW NOW!!! Pam oh Pam, pls don't screw 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call me smarty from today onwards. That will drive me to study.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-8364521961556712511?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/8364521961556712511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=8364521961556712511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8364521961556712511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8364521961556712511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#8364521961556712511' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-747315388393016880</id><published>2011-01-09T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:22:35.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;: One day, I'll live life happier. Confirm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back to @pameelaas. Feels better here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-747315388393016880?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/747315388393016880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=747315388393016880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/747315388393016880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/747315388393016880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#747315388393016880' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-4626255904535794777</id><published>2011-01-03T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:34:51.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm abandoning blogger. I THINK ONLY. See how much can I love my new site. Meanwhile, pamelaas will still be here in case you guys miss me. Lol. Ciaoz, will be back if I felt like it. Bcos I'm still a noob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-4626255904535794777?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/4626255904535794777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=4626255904535794777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4626255904535794777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4626255904535794777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#4626255904535794777' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-5754206779682552962</id><published>2011-01-02T17:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:53:15.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 has been a rather fruitful year to me. Or perhaps a very fruitful year to me. Though I complain, I rant, I cry, I scream bcos of the extremely tight scheldue i have for the entire year. I still miss it now. Maybe that's the reason why I don't want 2011 to come so fast. Looking back at all these photos, I can 'cry'. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The dumbest and awesomest &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; I ever had. It's not about the angpaos or is it about the visitings. It's about how crazy and dumb my bro, my aunt and I were. We played mahjong and were room-ing till past midnight. And that night was kind of crazy as we drank hard liqour, then we catch a movie. Then at 4.30am in the morning, my bro and I were stuck outside the house bcos we &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;forget to bring our house key!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557519748159338930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBGxBVBebI/AAAAAAAACT0/PbssvquM_YI/s400/18675_1255589822153_1001811594_30582177_1879962_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557519747010123458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBGw9DB1sI/AAAAAAAACTs/pIRsGy4CuxM/s400/18675_1255592142211_1001811594_30582185_3239088_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Team gathering @nana's/westzone finals/pizza hut/losing to jurong in quarter finals/every training day.&lt;/span&gt; This 2010 team is an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;best team&lt;/span&gt; I ever had. Though I went through all the ups and downs, they are the one who kept my passion burning. Those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;team talks at nana's place, nana's birthday surprise and every single thing&lt;/span&gt;, be it big or small. It's just so memorable. Because with 14 crazy girls around, there's nothing call PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBIBJknGNI/AAAAAAAACUk/CbAWBbnmbc4/s1600/20052010%2528001%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557521120236599250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBIA4tu99I/AAAAAAAACUc/yD93dQAc1F0/s400/jurong_vs_unity_yz22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557521114392609314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBIAi8awiI/AAAAAAAACUU/1vcvXlInh3I/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557519759554964274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBGxrx86zI/AAAAAAAACUM/7-3ZvX5NEgo/s400/IMG_0914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557519759651707186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBGxsJBGTI/AAAAAAAACUE/pcIM7syqw5U/s400/IMG_0618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557519754448996722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBGxYwmCXI/AAAAAAAACT8/QgkM9yZe3BA/s400/IMG_0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My belated 15th birthday surprise&lt;/span&gt;. As my birthday was during the exam period and it was also the day before mother's day, everyone was busy and I was stuck at home with all my books. I swear it's kind of torturing! However, 2 months later, my girls appeared at my gate with 4 vangard sheet and 2 nike sukan-choli. Man, I was damn surprise because a noob like me, can never sense that something is wrong. Thank you my ungirly-girls. Heehee. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557521128772960818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBIBYg9gjI/AAAAAAAACUs/GJ-0Pf2K2mY/s400/20052010%2528002%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557521124761737426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBIBJknGNI/AAAAAAAACUk/CbAWBbnmbc4/s400/20052010%2528001%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YOG season - WCV &amp;amp; YOG swimming&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered that from june to august, I was fully packed with work and WCV booth stuff. I was ranting to everyone. Because needing to be a host and setting up that place wasn't as simple. But well, we put through and it was indeed a very good experience. Like seeing all kinds of athletes around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBOkUbJTQI/AAAAAAAACXU/v1TjSYO0VC4/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557528326040014082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBOkUbJTQI/AAAAAAAACXU/v1TjSYO0VC4/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557528323158950450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBOkJsPwjI/AAAAAAAACXM/AXYK0psd2-Y/s400/44531_154594751219349_100000064743564_482093_6843751_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. Sec 3 Camp (24-26 MAY).&lt;/span&gt; Though to all of you, this may seem like just another camp. But to me, I really learnt and experience alot during this camp. From the worst living condition I ever had to the scariest things that happen during the camp. For a kind of clean person like me, I can seldom tolerate dirtiness. And for a kind of timid person like me, I walked through the kampong kind of road alone with just the moonlight and nothing else! I'm proud of myself. Also, the supernatural things that happened during the camp did freak me out abit as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBJnd7GRFI/AAAAAAAACU8/h_lDygcZn-8/s1600/31164_402904663727_540803727_4056735_7659805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557522882571420754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBJnd7GRFI/AAAAAAAACU8/h_lDygcZn-8/s400/31164_402904663727_540803727_4056735_7659805_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557521134621443202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBIBuTWRII/AAAAAAAACU0/1P6451aDBws/s400/31164_402905588727_540803727_4056775_36105_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Vietnam Trip (5-9 June). Even though this trip is with the council and we didn't know some of them, it's still fun and did experience quite a bit there. Like getting scam -.-! It was also the first time that I'm visiting an orphanage and doing volunteery work there. There were lots of infants and toddlers who are abandoned by their parents bcos of the illness that they have. Some of them were just left at the gate of the orphange. Yanna, Janice, Jessie, Diane and I bought a total of 5kg of sweets! I don't know why we bought so many! haha, but seeing them smile with this little gift that we got for them, really make our heart melt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBJn3o_o4I/AAAAAAAACVM/zYYmXfUZekc/s1600/28423_1395471900522_1643954786_973838_740925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557522889474810754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBJn3o_o4I/AAAAAAAACVM/zYYmXfUZekc/s400/28423_1395471900522_1643954786_973838_740925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBJnlCUGcI/AAAAAAAACVE/8vZ3mfwep1c/s1600/31143_437663796006_580436006_6081616_4339843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557522884480735682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBJnlCUGcI/AAAAAAAACVE/8vZ3mfwep1c/s400/31143_437663796006_580436006_6081616_4339843_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;RHD performance w/37 (6 August).&lt;/span&gt; The first big project I have with 37 was a blast. We put in all our effort and time to make this performance a success. I really did threw my face alittle by acting as some super bimbotic korean girl together with Reitian. We are call the By200!! Lol, afterall it's worthwhile. I did enjoy myself during the process of preparing for this performance as well as performing on stage. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBJoP8N_rI/AAAAAAAACVc/3YMIZfCp0os/s1600/40111_423238579801_524964801_4655378_1965064_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557522895997894322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBJoP8N_rI/AAAAAAAACVc/3YMIZfCp0os/s400/40111_423238579801_524964801_4655378_1965064_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557522894094770642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBJoI2eodI/AAAAAAAACVU/Zt9d4WLFM9Y/s400/P1000993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bali trip (4-7 Nov).&lt;/span&gt; This is like one of the most boring trip I ever have. Lol. The beaches are not as nice as I thought. However the shopping there is shiok! haha, but afterall, there's still something to rmb. For example, trying out their new water game call the 'flying fish' (below). Loool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBLsEY9q-I/AAAAAAAACV0/2RQY8i5Bdco/s1600/P1000948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557525160639966178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBLsEY9q-I/AAAAAAAACV0/2RQY8i5Bdco/s400/P1000948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBLr7bz0JI/AAAAAAAACVs/cP0K6VVjARM/s1600/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557525158235984018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBLr7bz0JI/AAAAAAAACVs/cP0K6VVjARM/s400/P1010011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBLrjckdQI/AAAAAAAACVk/_qcTFRHWKLI/s1600/P1000970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557525151796720898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBLrjckdQI/AAAAAAAACVk/_qcTFRHWKLI/s400/P1000970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;U15 Malaysia trip (17-22 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; It was never an aim for me to enter the U15 team. I remembered that I hesitated joining this team as I was doubtful about myself. Like how am I going to juggle my school training, my schoolwork and being able to handle the stress being in this team. i took up the challenge. One year passed just like that. Though I wasn't very close to the team players AT FIRST. This trip is still damn awesome. I made new good friends and made really silly jokes as well. I also learnt how auntie can Amanda get. How sweet chicken can be, taking care of me and praying beside my bed AS THOUGH I'M DEAD! Heehee. Being in this team is my privilege, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBLsfjKoeI/AAAAAAAACWE/5Cl3doNVxCA/s1600/154816_1591920131605_1643954786_1417047_6803555_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557525167930515938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBLsfjKoeI/AAAAAAAACWE/5Cl3doNVxCA/s400/154816_1591920131605_1643954786_1417047_6803555_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBLsfPGA2I/AAAAAAAACV8/3oBDut8iwTg/s1600/75142_1592842634667_1643954786_1418722_3094321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557525167846327138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBLsfPGA2I/AAAAAAAACV8/3oBDut8iwTg/s400/75142_1592842634667_1643954786_1418722_3094321_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SLC 2010 `Survivor edition (23-25 Nov). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Biggest event I have for this year! The planning and the process of gettng everything in place is a great challenge for me. I remembered coming back during the holidays tgt with 11 other ICs, planning this whole camp and coming out with new ideas. I was kind of stressed as I feel ill halfway and has to get everything done before I go to malaysia. Luckily I've got a super great leader with me who helped me in every part of it. I'm extremely thankful for that! but of course everyone of us did our part and made this whole camp a success. There were laughter and tears. Haha, I rmb how tired we were after the nightwalk which ended at 5.30am! And also getting scolded like shit after the campfire, which is damn bloody screwed. Talking to the whole council bcos CCAC is seperating. Those tiring days is really damn good. (Y). I'll miss CCAC for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBNd_944aI/AAAAAAAACWc/krG3Eye-wf8/s1600/77100_1656865832370_1558831417_1552856_6303184_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557527117957751202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBNd_944aI/AAAAAAAACWc/krG3Eye-wf8/s400/77100_1656865832370_1558831417_1552856_6303184_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBNdVvkhGI/AAAAAAAACWU/g3mrYjnQgak/s1600/154344_470278209859_734399859_5479682_431321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557527106623407202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBNdVvkhGI/AAAAAAAACWU/g3mrYjnQgak/s400/154344_470278209859_734399859_5479682_431321_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBNdU8KZoI/AAAAAAAACWM/PYGBWFvPh9A/s1600/162824_1656860352233_1558831417_1552835_5121468_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557527106407786114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBNdU8KZoI/AAAAAAAACWM/PYGBWFvPh9A/s400/162824_1656860352233_1558831417_1552835_5121468_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Taiwan trip (30 nov - 4dec). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Another awesome trip I have with ussbbg. The days spent there were not enough man! especially the shopping time. It's the last trip tgt with nana, ramo, olivia and Nanette. Though it's not as fun as 2008 beijing trip, because of our awful tour guide. We still enjoy ourselves and I can never forget how I kena owned. And how Janice clean the dog poo in the bus! Haha, Oh and how we got thrash damn badly by that TAIPEI CHAMPION TEAM! mannnnn, i miss taiwannnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBOj9_6zeI/AAAAAAAACXE/7QGitb_T8Lg/s1600/155803_1597970002824_1643239820_1382780_1804517_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557528320020237794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBOj9_6zeI/AAAAAAAACXE/7QGitb_T8Lg/s400/155803_1597970002824_1643239820_1382780_1804517_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBOj2otC_I/AAAAAAAACW8/bdWjPwEaWxg/s1600/150805_484437573152_774353152_5860331_3687901_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557528318043818994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBOj2otC_I/AAAAAAAACW8/bdWjPwEaWxg/s400/150805_484437573152_774353152_5860331_3687901_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBOjkejcoI/AAAAAAAACW0/li5pkb8A-2g/s1600/66721_484439643152_774353152_5860391_5403809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557528313169408642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBOjkejcoI/AAAAAAAACW0/li5pkb8A-2g/s400/66721_484439643152_774353152_5860391_5403809_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBNf3ikssI/AAAAAAAACWs/js9Hshj2kRY/s1600/155569_462847519116_721259116_5620269_5076846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557527150055436994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBNf3ikssI/AAAAAAAACWs/js9Hshj2kRY/s400/155569_462847519116_721259116_5620269_5076846_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBNfl77HDI/AAAAAAAACWk/0cezrVMXi5o/s1600/155702_1721953925149_1127361337_31961032_6720084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557527145329925170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBNfl77HDI/AAAAAAAACWk/0cezrVMXi5o/s400/155702_1721953925149_1127361337_31961032_6720084_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for 2010. There are many other memorable moments, like getting owned damn badly by a maths and enjoying my days in Bintan, where I can forget about the word 'LIFE'. Ok, I've gone through all my photos, it's time to welcome 2011. As usual, I would like to thank those lovers/haters who made my 2010 such a fruitful and meaningful one. Maybe I did change, it's part of growing up. I apologise and please forgive me if i've done anything wrong or what. LOL. Alright that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 ends, 2011 begins ; Are you ready? I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-5754206779682552962?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/5754206779682552962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=5754206779682552962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5754206779682552962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5754206779682552962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#5754206779682552962' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TSBGxBVBebI/AAAAAAAACT0/PbssvquM_YI/s72-c/18675_1255589822153_1001811594_30582177_1879962_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-2999234014294308275</id><published>2011-01-01T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:22:35.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(long post flooded with words below. Once start reading, DON'T STOP) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the date above/below, it's alraedy 2011! No more awesome 2010, 2009 or 2008. It's 2011, time to face the reality, time to see myself grow up. Honestly speaking, i don't quite like the fact that it's already 2011. I had so much fun in 2010, no matter it's school/team/family/friends. Everything is so memorable to me. But well, stop thinking back, face the fact that it's already 2011, to make 2011 a better year, it starts in the mind first right. Think positively. 2011 IS GOING TO BE AWESOME!!! -.- Ok this is kind of fake. Haha. It's only the first day and in 364 days, i'll tell you how's my year again. Heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night was a blast. Kind of crazy I guess. Met up with Olivia and Xiaofei at cck and headed down to town at 5pm. Walked around and had our dinner at Big O's, mannnn i'm feeling hungry now. I swear the food there is damn good and their cakes is the Must try there. Then, we headed to cine to have frolicks and to catch Little Fockers. Neoprint plan failed. Walked around, and Olivia headed to Marina with her parents leaving just xf and I. Walked around again looking out to see if there's anywhere we can hear people counting down. Headed to Scape and I don't know how, but somehow we ended up in kbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to leave at 2.45am but we just can't get tired. So we extended and sang all the way till 4am. While singing halfway through the song, I shouted "@#$%^&amp;amp;*()(*&amp;amp;^%$#$%^&amp;amp;" GUESS WHAT! THE VERY SMART ME, FORGET TO BRING MY HOUSE KEY! AND THAT VERY SMART HER, DON'T EVEN OWN A HOUSE KEY! So I was like FML-ing all the way. Left scape and it's kind of scary there with drunkard people everywhere and police around. Walked aimlessly and we miss the last NR3 because I was in need of the toilet. heehee. Thus, we were stranded and had nowhere to go. Then at around 5.30am we decided to take a cab back to cck as I was almost dead. BUT THE CABS ARE ALL CHANGING SHIFT! AND WE GOT SO MANY REJECTIONS BCOS MOST OF THEM ARE GOING TO THE EAST! DANGG~~ What a way to start a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop into a cab and went back to cck. We then had our breakfast at 302 and headed home like a Zombie. Lesson learnt, umbrella is not the most important thing that have to be inside my bag. IT'S MY DAMN HOUSE KEY! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a brand new year, and of course there should be brand new resolution right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get serious with my work and to be a nerd. IT'S O LEVELS EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop slacking around wasting my time instead of doing what's need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Train hard for the next 3-4-5 months and get a Nat champ back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be a better daughter and stop going against my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lessen the time spend twitting/fb-ing and coming online. I need to get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stop complaing about being tired with training/studies. It's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. STOP FALLING SICK SO EASILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be a better Pamela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Treat myself better and stop 'killing' myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lastly and MOST IMPORTANTLY, to find a way out. Courage is the word. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, will post again later for the top most memorable day/event in 2010. Stay tune, meanwhile I'm gonna make myself own a diary. A tough year ahead, I need a 24/7 listening ear. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back again later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-2999234014294308275?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/2999234014294308275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=2999234014294308275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2999234014294308275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2999234014294308275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#2999234014294308275' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3008447744714995660</id><published>2010-12-28T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:22:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TRnVRgKzqfI/AAAAAAAACTk/affQwsdRDMc/s1600/tumblr_lajuczAefC1qddkhgo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555706112007973362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TRnVRgKzqfI/AAAAAAAACTk/affQwsdRDMc/s400/tumblr_lajuczAefC1qddkhgo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this picture, I dont know why. It's like there are so many things happening at the same time. Things that not everyone understands, problems where there's no resolution and you can only close one eye or 'swallow it'. I know I gotta get use to this but look, it's eaiser said than done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's fair? I doubt so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3008447744714995660?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3008447744714995660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3008447744714995660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3008447744714995660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3008447744714995660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#3008447744714995660' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TRnVRgKzqfI/AAAAAAAACTk/affQwsdRDMc/s72-c/tumblr_lajuczAefC1qddkhgo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-340686832364077849</id><published>2010-12-26T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T00:10:25.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555019635776392370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TRdk7U7FjLI/AAAAAAAACTI/WQKaPmnCCe4/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a joyous day. Where all 8 cousins, 3 aunts, 1 uncle, 2 son-in-laws, 1 daughter-in-law and a pair of the founder of all of us, come together to take a family potrait. Woke up and headed to the studio called 'Picture me'. The ladies did the make up and the photoshoot started. It took so long and it's damn tiring. Imagine taking photos, changing clothes, for 5 hours! But, it's the process that matters right? So yeah, everything was good, laughter and smiles. It's like Chinese New Year man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to Chinatown with my Opera make up, as if i'm going for some getai there. Had our dinner and it's the best dinner I ever had. I swear the food is damn fantastic. Best that I've ever eaten. Gosh, I'm drooling already. (Sidetrack alittle) My aunt just came back from Taiwan and she didn't bring her singapore mobile phone here. So she borrowed a mobile phone from my grandma. Then she check out her contat list and was wondering why is there so many 'a' names in it. So she click 'a' and all the names is like ah hock, ah leong, ah lye, ah bing, ah huat, ah sim etc. All the Ah something kind. Goodness, we laughed like shit man seriously. I really wonder how my grandma search for the contact numbers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, shall show you guys my favourite 3 photos of the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555019632876138914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TRdk7KHnMaI/AAAAAAAACTA/45ZCPKsjdX8/s400/IMG_0307.JPG" /&gt; Happy grandparents with abner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555019624772923730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TRdk6r7p8VI/AAAAAAAACS4/RooMG8NIFNs/s400/IMG_0309.JPG" /&gt;The first, second and third grandchildren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555021217583151330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TRdmXZnNOOI/AAAAAAAACTQ/iQrgYf17nSQ/s400/IMG_0297.JPG" /&gt;Lastly, the newest family member! AXEL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. I'll upload the rest of the photos in fb if i'm not lazy. Heehee. Jamie and Shaun are staying over for one night and one msg have to spoil EVERYTHING! MST - 10 to1230, Training 1 to 230 and match at 5.15pm. Sian anot you tell me! Grrrrr.. SPOILER!&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/35441860-340686832364077849?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/340686832364077849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=340686832364077849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/340686832364077849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/340686832364077849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#340686832364077849' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TRdk7U7FjLI/AAAAAAAACTI/WQKaPmnCCe4/s72-c/IMG_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-5591121595387845005</id><published>2010-12-25T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:20:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from somewhere so nice, so beautiful. Somewhere which have all that I want - the sea, the sun, the waves, the stars. Weee~ I don't mind living there forever. Somewhere so beautiful. I felt as if I'm in heaven, no stress, no one can contact me, no homework (lol). Haha, for now I've gotta wake up and come back to reality. For goodness sake, I'm living in singapore. All singaporean students are having stress! And that's the fact! I don't want to come back to reality :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Merry christmas and may all your wishes come true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-5591121595387845005?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/5591121595387845005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=5591121595387845005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5591121595387845005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5591121595387845005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#5591121595387845005' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-609291847681152590</id><published>2010-12-23T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:35:26.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be away from life for ALITTLE while. Yeepee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be back when the santa's ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-609291847681152590?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/609291847681152590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=609291847681152590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/609291847681152590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/609291847681152590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#609291847681152590' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-6462400894840046968</id><published>2010-12-20T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:19:14.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it the liqour, the PMS or is it just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brain is running wild, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-6462400894840046968?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/6462400894840046968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=6462400894840046968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6462400894840046968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6462400894840046968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#6462400894840046968' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-8500983514465202644</id><published>2010-12-18T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T23:55:40.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm currently having my study-till-5am plan. But it's only 12mn and i'm slacking away. Heehee, Anyway, I was thinking that instead of taking wedding car during my wedding, i want to take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552051177429949538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TQzZIT2AXGI/AAAAAAAACSo/URai7BFaV1c/s400/nonsens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Possible?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; back to the BOOKS that smells like poo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-8500983514465202644?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/8500983514465202644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=8500983514465202644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8500983514465202644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8500983514465202644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#8500983514465202644' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TQzZIT2AXGI/AAAAAAAACSo/URai7BFaV1c/s72-c/nonsens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-4867386711048017574</id><published>2010-12-18T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:41:32.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what would you wish for this christmas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a never ending list actually. But most importantly, I hope my teeth would feel better and that I don't have to drink porridge everyday :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-4867386711048017574?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/4867386711048017574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=4867386711048017574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4867386711048017574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4867386711048017574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#4867386711048017574' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-9164540262673912214</id><published>2010-12-13T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:40:40.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I thought, why live life so seriously? Stressing yourself out with studies, sports, friendship(sometimes), relationship etc. Trying to make every part of these perfect, or perhaps just trying your best in all these things, trying to please everyone but not yourself. In a way or another, I'm tired. I feel like changing. Live life differently, maybe counting each days as it goes instead of having a goal each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these times, I've been living the life of what everyone wish to have instead of living the life that I want it to be. Ok, maybe you guys don't get it. Bcos it's just so hard to put it into words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-9164540262673912214?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/9164540262673912214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=9164540262673912214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/9164540262673912214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/9164540262673912214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#9164540262673912214' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-217504417717960015</id><published>2010-12-12T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:44:47.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sooo.. two nights ago, i was digging through my 2008 photos and I laughed at myself for like 2 hours? Haha, soo much memory and stuff. A part of my life, at that time, was almost perfect I guess. yada yada, I know I've been talking alot about 2008 recently and they would end up saying " yala, you and your 2008" haha. Bcos it's the 8 year, which makes 8 so nice. Heehee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I met up with faith today to do some catching up and also for her birthday treat. I was late for 30 mins, and she was late for 40 mins. Haha. Ok, counted as my fault actually. lol. So we went astons for lunch, 313 to get her sis's christmas gift, Timah for ice-cream and back home. We talked like for 5 hours straight?! Neeways, it's nice la, like once in a while kind of thing. Too bad no photos for today. But I have a photo taken in 2008! hahaha, don't kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549790860793369314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TQTRYkNMUuI/AAAAAAAACSg/KVeRrA62sm0/s400/DSC00295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not too bad what, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-217504417717960015?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/217504417717960015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=217504417717960015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/217504417717960015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/217504417717960015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#217504417717960015' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TQTRYkNMUuI/AAAAAAAACSg/KVeRrA62sm0/s72-c/DSC00295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-6062066052879156367</id><published>2010-12-08T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T13:35:14.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TP8Vl6FeeoI/AAAAAAAACSY/YFLGEvmR7Pw/s1600/162691_1608324341700_1643954786_1447909_1740571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548177006935308930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TP8Vl6FeeoI/AAAAAAAACSY/YFLGEvmR7Pw/s400/162691_1608324341700_1643954786_1447909_1740571_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You just gotta admit that this photo is good. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeways, my life is back to normal. Sleeping late, waking up late. Use the Net whole day. But oh wells, This time round, I'm flooded with homework. I'm not going to complain, because I know what I want to get next year. Heehee. Balling these few days were good, shiok. It's been so long since I go streetballing. But it seems like I've alot to catch up on as I felt that I've deproved. Hmmm.. so balling for the pass two days, balling again later and training for the next two days. My passion is burning dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 really funny dreams last night. Ok first, I dreamt that I drove a car and was caught by a police, and I lied to the police (Idk what la). Then I was sentence to JAIL for 18 months. And I cried, like seriously. I woke up in the middle of the night with lotsa tears in my eyes and at that time I still thought that everything was REAL! So I kept crying till I fell asleep. LOL. Ok next, I dreamt that school starts at 1.30pm and I'm late for school. Lame I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all. I want to post about my malaysia trip, SLC 2010 and taiwan trip! BUT I HAVE NO MOOD LA. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-6062066052879156367?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/6062066052879156367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=6062066052879156367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6062066052879156367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6062066052879156367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#6062066052879156367' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TP8Vl6FeeoI/AAAAAAAACSY/YFLGEvmR7Pw/s72-c/162691_1608324341700_1643954786_1447909_1740571_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-8715682336930720105</id><published>2010-12-05T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:12:44.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TPuPh7aZ3gI/AAAAAAAACSQ/EInpvmi4zh8/s1600/154344_470278209859_734399859_5479682_431321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547185179083791874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TPuPh7aZ3gI/AAAAAAAACSQ/EInpvmi4zh8/s400/154344_470278209859_734399859_5479682_431321_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SLC 2010 `survivor edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TPuPhkhKMAI/AAAAAAAACSI/poR418VJ93k/s1600/154815_1538079930558_1191687112_31263229_269134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547185172938108930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TPuPhkhKMAI/AAAAAAAACSI/poR418VJ93k/s400/154815_1538079930558_1191687112_31263229_269134_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; U15 MALAYSIA TRIP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TPuPhRUyFII/AAAAAAAACSA/IuG_z4ZX81k/s1600/P1000949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547185167785923714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TPuPhRUyFII/AAAAAAAACSA/IuG_z4ZX81k/s400/P1000949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BALI TRIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Back and I'm not travelling anymore! I'm happy I guess? It's so tiring! November is sucha fruitful month, so much happenings. Just got home from taiwan last night and I slept for 16 solid hours. I swear i've never slept for this long man. The longest was 13 hours I think? Oh wellsssss, I've got no mood to bog nowww. Photos will be up on fb soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-8715682336930720105?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/8715682336930720105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=8715682336930720105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8715682336930720105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8715682336930720105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#8715682336930720105' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TPuPh7aZ3gI/AAAAAAAACSQ/EInpvmi4zh8/s72-c/154344_470278209859_734399859_5479682_431321_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7008401639968621216</id><published>2010-11-28T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:44:56.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TPIx5GBSGaI/AAAAAAAACR0/6K1Xr1yVX5c/s1600/fbddc377b35e4cc54a34571ff0f52205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544548948184799650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TPIx5GBSGaI/AAAAAAAACR0/6K1Xr1yVX5c/s400/fbddc377b35e4cc54a34571ff0f52205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trust life a little. I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't normal, it ain't recovering. Because I know that I've had enough, I can't swallow anymore, and I'm nearing my limit. It felt as if there's nothing positive about life, seriously. I spent my day, trying to convince myself. It's not working at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one understands and that no one would.&lt;br /&gt;&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/35441860-7008401639968621216?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7008401639968621216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7008401639968621216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7008401639968621216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7008401639968621216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#7008401639968621216' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TPIx5GBSGaI/AAAAAAAACR0/6K1Xr1yVX5c/s72-c/fbddc377b35e4cc54a34571ff0f52205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-2153484880642944380</id><published>2010-11-27T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:01:23.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A fucked up life,&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up background,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you care is about my status. You always claim that you love me, claim that you care for me. But have you ever wondered how long have I swallowed all the sorrow. Look, It's been 3-4 years, why can't you bloody understand the fucking situation I'm in. When can you put yourself in my shoes. When can you understand how I feel when you said all these shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I gotta ignore and leave you. I'm sick and tired of all your nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-2153484880642944380?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/2153484880642944380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=2153484880642944380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2153484880642944380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2153484880642944380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#2153484880642944380' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1065634909727959280</id><published>2010-11-25T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T02:41:45.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M BACK FROM CAMP! AND I'M SAD/HAPPY. WILL POST ABOUT MALAYSIA AND CAMP SOON. AND I'LL BE FLYING TO TAIWAN IN 5 DAYS TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1065634909727959280?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1065634909727959280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1065634909727959280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1065634909727959280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1065634909727959280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#1065634909727959280' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-686942154186331860</id><published>2010-11-21T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:38:43.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I touched this site. I've got soo many things to update about. But I didn't really have the time to do it. It's like I'm really super packed. I've got extra curriculum from 1 nov - 16 nov. Then, I went malaysia from 17 nov - 21 nov. And I'll be having my SLC from 22 nov - 24 nov, 27 nov - 28 nov 3on3 and 30nov-4dec is taiwan trip. You tell me tired anot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've decided to post about the trips etc. But I'm gonna post it after my camp. Basically, I went Bali from 4 nov - 7 nov. It's kind of boring I can say, bcos I went with my parents and my brother. Which is not that fun afterall. I believe if my cousins or friends come along, we wouldn;t be spending hours staying in the room watching disney channel. lol. The things there were pretty expensive and it's flooded with angmoh. And I didn't have the chance to beach, since none of my family members likes the sun. So beaching was out, but I swear that the angmoh babes are hotter than the hunks. Haha, my inspiration. ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Malaysia trip was Awesome. though the living condition totally freak me out. Because it suck to the core. I'll update more with photos after my camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me that everything will go smoothly for the camp. My body is too weak now to take any hiccups. Lol, don't make sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-686942154186331860?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/686942154186331860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=686942154186331860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/686942154186331860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/686942154186331860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#686942154186331860' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-4739319373331968813</id><published>2010-11-16T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:27:12.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, i'm sooo tired but I'm gonna survive. Been busy with all the SLC stuff. From dance practise, to meetings and doing proposals till midnight. However, if everything go smoothly during the camp, it's gonna be a very memorable moment. Though i complain about the process of making the camp possible, I enjoy it. Because I know at the end, I'll still miss the busy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm leaving for malaysia tmr till sunday. And I've got SLC from monday to wednesday. I really really hope that I can survive. Give me some strength. Neeways, we lost to SCGS today. For today play, I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm really tired and my eyes are closing. Will update again after I'm not so busy. Ohya, I received my holiday asignment and I almost "fainted". Full of cheeenaaaa manxzxs. My fav-ou-lert subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-4739319373331968813?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/4739319373331968813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=4739319373331968813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4739319373331968813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4739319373331968813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4739319373331968813' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-5834362139700089560</id><published>2010-11-09T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:41:10.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HATE HATE HATE GETTING SICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; especially in this busy month. Zzz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many things, so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a breather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you feel me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-5834362139700089560?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/5834362139700089560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=5834362139700089560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5834362139700089560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/5834362139700089560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#5834362139700089560' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-8233643833721650966</id><published>2010-11-02T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:10:04.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SERIOUSLY, JUST FML MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fml, I bloody touch a lizard with my bare hands when I'm walking down the stairs in the dark. I'm gonna get night mare tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fml, my tutor scolded me like shit bcos of my A maths paper and when I redo the paper, I realise that it's not that hard afterall. Just fml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fml, my am I always used as my mother's messenger just bcos she's afraid of telling stuff to anyone of my family members and making use of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fml, why am I given this kind of life, where I'm given this difficult situation which I have to control it so that no one gets hurt. But at the end of the day, the one getting tired and all sort of insane stuff is actually me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a fucking difficult position now and I'm absolutely unhappy about it. I just hate it in all sorts of ways. You're someone who loves me, who watches me grow up but at the end causing the most misery to me unknowingly. fuck that, why am I always facing this kind of problems and it's always me! I try to be cool about it, I lie to myself that I'm ok with it. But the fact is that it's never ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.M.L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-8233643833721650966?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/8233643833721650966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=8233643833721650966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8233643833721650966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8233643833721650966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#8233643833721650966' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-6550671954746269547</id><published>2010-10-31T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:59:42.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is getting creepy. Few days back, there's this man in his 40s, came to our house and press the doorbell while all of us is not at home. My helper went to the gate. That guy ask if this is my mother's house and claims that he is my mother's relative and refuse to answer when my helper ask for his name. The creepy part is that, my helper describe him as tall and skinny with spectacles and as much as I can remember, we have no relative that look that way. Also, that guy knows my mother's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my dad thought of staying in singapore to take care of the house while we go overseas next thurs. Seriously, this doesn't make sense isn't it? A brain of a pea. Each time we make an overseas plan, something have to be there to ruin it. Either because of our busy scheldue or just some other sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel the excitement now. Shithead. The tsunami in Indonesia turns me off as well. As I'm going bali, I would want to play some water sports. But now, bcos of the tsunami, I'm forbid to beach alot. Hmph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-6550671954746269547?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/6550671954746269547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=6550671954746269547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6550671954746269547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6550671954746269547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#6550671954746269547' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7676946474197648197</id><published>2010-10-30T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:27:13.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7lTx0koI/AAAAAAAACRk/1ku_Dg66tUg/s1600/jurong_vs_unity_yz22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533793185537757826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7lTx0koI/AAAAAAAACRk/1ku_Dg66tUg/s400/jurong_vs_unity_yz22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7lNkQStI/AAAAAAAACRc/hab0KSWx66Y/s1600/34082_1424712071508_1643954786_1044806_7603813_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533793183870241490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7lNkQStI/AAAAAAAACRc/hab0KSWx66Y/s400/34082_1424712071508_1643954786_1044806_7603813_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7k6sFSNI/AAAAAAAACRU/dtSE3XTTu7k/s1600/tumblr_kzud0t8oeL1qbpdtno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533793178802800850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7k6sFSNI/AAAAAAAACRU/dtSE3XTTu7k/s400/tumblr_kzud0t8oeL1qbpdtno1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7khKyS2I/AAAAAAAACRM/ApXT6iztG3c/s1600/24536_1339547981660_1619989991_801752_7445647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533793171952257890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7khKyS2I/AAAAAAAACRM/ApXT6iztG3c/s400/24536_1339547981660_1619989991_801752_7445647_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7kY0iqNI/AAAAAAAACRE/RVKt2Xx4Brk/s1600/24536_1339547701653_1619989991_801745_6411647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533793169711474898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7kY0iqNI/AAAAAAAACRE/RVKt2Xx4Brk/s400/24536_1339547701653_1619989991_801745_6411647_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was browsing through ramona's facebook and I saw all the photos we took as a team. So I went to dig out all the photos we took this year. Though some photos are really unglam, but all the smiles and laughter in it are so genuine. All the moments we had as a team this year just flash through my mind. I remembered the time when I'm told that I didn't enter the west zone team. I really thought of giving up. Despite me not being in the main 12, I still feel the love that my team mates gave me. It then made me realise that it's not about a team of 12 players, but a team of 14 of us. Trying their best not to make me feel left out, getting me involve in the team gathering to discuss about the west zone finals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look, it's gonna be November in 2 days time. This is how fast time has past without us realising. As time passes, people leave us, people change. No matter how badly you want things to be like before, it would never be. So for now, I'm gonna treasure these two months together with them before having a new team next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seirously, I miss this team damn badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7676946474197648197?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7676946474197648197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7676946474197648197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7676946474197648197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7676946474197648197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#7676946474197648197' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMv7lTx0koI/AAAAAAAACRk/1ku_Dg66tUg/s72-c/jurong_vs_unity_yz22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-9020996735888877329</id><published>2010-10-29T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T19:22:18.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMquVLBCpUI/AAAAAAAACQ8/ZLRYathN348/s1600/tumblr_l8v3lpV5i51qbtho6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533426770935719234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMquVLBCpUI/AAAAAAAACQ8/ZLRYathN348/s400/tumblr_l8v3lpV5i51qbtho6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awww man, that's so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boring days, At the moment. I always rant about having training, but now I want it. Something wrong in the head right. Lol. Due to O levels, we are unable to have training. However, I've been spending my days playing badminton for the whole day. Till my arm hurts really badly, so bad that I can't evenn write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my day today, woke up early in the morning when it's suppose to be my holiday, get to school and had photoshoot. Then, we're suppose to go balling but went pooling instead. Oh well, BORANG~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental appointment tomorrow, and I'm gonna get my PINK braces as I've promise Brian to put the same colour as him. Then, to SAS for friendly match. Tsk, why have friendly on a saturday when there's no school for them!! Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-9020996735888877329?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/9020996735888877329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=9020996735888877329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/9020996735888877329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/9020996735888877329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#9020996735888877329' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TMquVLBCpUI/AAAAAAAACQ8/ZLRYathN348/s72-c/tumblr_l8v3lpV5i51qbtho6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1068855428236220308</id><published>2010-10-22T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:57:32.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TME0szj1KdI/AAAAAAAACQ0/KM2gFFJxX4s/s1600/singapore_flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530759761747061202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TME0szj1KdI/AAAAAAAACQ0/KM2gFFJxX4s/s400/singapore_flyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now you see it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TME0sgVfebI/AAAAAAAACQs/v-_LXmAZj1c/s1600/where%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530759756586645938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TME0sgVfebI/AAAAAAAACQs/v-_LXmAZj1c/s400/where%27s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's complaining about the haze and so am I. Damn sumatra for burning their own forest just because they need fertile land and that they have no money to cut down trees. Can't they see that the earth is dying? And now all of us are suffering because of them. Argh, and I can hardly leave house. I need an oxygen tank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSI = Please Stop Indonesia. hahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1068855428236220308?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1068855428236220308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1068855428236220308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1068855428236220308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1068855428236220308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#1068855428236220308' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TME0szj1KdI/AAAAAAAACQ0/KM2gFFJxX4s/s72-c/singapore_flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3013511275202401706</id><published>2010-10-19T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:09:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TL2yNNvmHjI/AAAAAAAACQk/G9w9EG2R79s/s1600/tumblr_l92suzYnqP1qdbbywo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529771857578171954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TL2yNNvmHjI/AAAAAAAACQk/G9w9EG2R79s/s400/tumblr_l92suzYnqP1qdbbywo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LET'S RUN AWAY TOGETHER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From reality to somewhere with no worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I can;t bloody get sick now. Have been having diarrhoea and on-off fever since sat. My match is starting this thursday and I'm still not in my best condition :( Oh well, my "holidays" are filled with events almost everyday. Took it in a good way, at least I'm able to keep myself occupied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took back 5 papers today, and I'm satisfied with my result. Though is not fantastic, I'm still happy. Especially for my English, no worries. But the worst has yet to come, A maths and Chem paper tomorrow. Anyway, I kind of lose control of myself during meeting today, just couldn't tolerate how inconsiderate people can get. Oh wells, let's hope things will get better and SLC would be a success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn today's haze!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3013511275202401706?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3013511275202401706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3013511275202401706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3013511275202401706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3013511275202401706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#3013511275202401706' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TL2yNNvmHjI/AAAAAAAACQk/G9w9EG2R79s/s72-c/tumblr_l92suzYnqP1qdbbywo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-4920224956000208885</id><published>2010-10-15T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:07:50.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm a Noob, because honestly speaking, I still can't get over my a maths paper!! Argh, I know it's irritating and lame. But you know.. Sigh. Anyway, to celebrate that exam is over, We went to have sakae Buffet today and I bought myself a book today. I'm a nerd. nah, just kidding. Oh, and I found a link between me and lame. You see, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAME&lt;/span&gt;la and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LAME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLC meeting today and I'm somehow excited for the camp. Gotta enjoy now before I face the devil next year. Oh wells, I think i need more colours to pamelaas. Alright, that's it. Exam's over, time to enjoy. Tmd, I'm still not happy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa beach, I needa beautiful night sky, I needa make a MAJOR decision, I needa time, I needa get my balling skills back, I needa lose weight, I need my hair to grow( my hairs are dropping as if it's free!),lastly, I need my a maths to at least pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I had a really weird dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-4920224956000208885?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/4920224956000208885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=4920224956000208885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4920224956000208885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4920224956000208885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#4920224956000208885' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-975977233752550702</id><published>2010-10-14T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:16:40.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got owned by A maths, for the very first time. I guess is the pressure I gave to myself. Ever since I entered this class, all i can see is everyone working hard like mad. I tried to slack alittle but somehow, I grew more competitive (not the selfish way). I gave myself pressure, the need to really do well in Maths since my other subjects are just plain crap. This year, a new principal came and we have a new policy. Which is to waste our holiday copying the answer script 10 times for every subject we fail. For that, i studied till wee hours and wake up at 5.30am in somedays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, during my maths paper, my mind went totally blank. For all the effort I put in has gone down the drain. I don't know what's up with me. My hands were trembling, i can't even sketch a proper graph. I swear it was shaking like mad. And just by plotting the points in the last 5 mins, I erase and re-write for 5 damn times. Time's up and I counted a total of 40 marks blank. I left the classroom immediately, I'm speechless and traumatize. Sighhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really need a good break, or i may just go insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-975977233752550702?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/975977233752550702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=975977233752550702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/975977233752550702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/975977233752550702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#975977233752550702' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7077403321998236529</id><published>2010-10-13T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:38:07.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From what we are told, if we fail a subject, we gotta come back during the holidays to copy the answer script 10 bloody times. Thus, I'm working damn bloody hard so that my holiday won't be wasted. but well, after today, I know I'm most probably going back. Sighhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how creative my principal can get. In order for us to study hard. Well done. After tmr, 10am, I'm freeeee. Weeee can't wait. Let me think, i think i'm gonna spend my afternoon sleeping peacefully with no nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear exam gives me a nightmare. After studying about WW1, I dreamt that singapore is going through war and I saw a building, my grandmother's HDB block AGAIN, exploding. -.- Then.. Yesterday, I dreamt that I scored 6/30 for my physics MCQ. Plus, i've got lotsa sleepless night. Sigh, This is call examinsomia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7077403321998236529?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7077403321998236529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7077403321998236529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7077403321998236529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7077403321998236529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#7077403321998236529' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3739155261398936785</id><published>2010-10-08T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:51:38.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so screwed. I may have to come back during my holidays to copy 10 times of the SS answer sheet. damnnnn. I wasted my time writing an irrelavant point for my essay and end up, I didn't have the time to finish up a 7 marks SBQ. Actually it's not the marks that really matters, it's the fact that I have to waste my holiday to copy the answer sheet IF I fail. Sigh. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same day, same month, last year&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/35441860-3739155261398936785?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3739155261398936785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3739155261398936785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3739155261398936785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3739155261398936785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#3739155261398936785' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-6384090610828451871</id><published>2010-10-02T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:50:28.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if it's me or is it exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been feeling kinda weird these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the past alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those songs just bring me back to the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-6384090610828451871?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/6384090610828451871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=6384090610828451871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6384090610828451871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6384090610828451871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#6384090610828451871' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-726795209776343998</id><published>2010-09-25T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:37:05.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When we were in our childhood, our mother stands ahead of us to set as an example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we grows up and become a teenager, she is always behind her little one, to lend support whenever we need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we grow up to become a matured adult, she starts walking next to you, so that we two can be friends forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In short, a mother is always there for her child at each and every stage of our lives. At some point of time in life, every child feels a need of saying thank you to their mother, for all that she has done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love it or hate it, she was your first love and will never be gone from your heart. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- taken from &lt;a href="http://www.randyys.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.randyys.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So true, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-726795209776343998?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/726795209776343998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=726795209776343998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/726795209776343998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/726795209776343998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#726795209776343998' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-4639691267796738396</id><published>2010-09-19T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:02:02.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do I kept having nightmares? Violent nightmares. There's this night, I dreamt that I quarrelled with _ _ and he was chasing me, trying to kill me. Then while taking an afternoon nap on fri, I dreamt that Weiyi and I were torturing Liyee. Then, on friday night, I dreamt that I got kidnapped with diane, and Diane was killed? And today, I overslept. My tuition was at 10am but I woke up at 10.45am. Well, it's because I dreamt that someone stole my bike and after awhile, I saw my mum tied to a building, opposite my grandmother's place -.- , together with my bike. I wanted to save her, but I'm afraid that there might be a bomb on her. So I got a policeman to help me instead. haha, What a dream right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I did too much evil things. haha, but since when am I evil ? Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-4639691267796738396?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/4639691267796738396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=4639691267796738396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4639691267796738396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4639691267796738396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#4639691267796738396' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-6638234912672895786</id><published>2010-09-18T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:02:31.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, what's with my luck these dayssss. On thurs, the weather was damn nice for a swim, but I was too tired. On Friday, I'm all ready for a swim, it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the worst! Firstly, I went for training in the morning, and one of our warm up was towards the half court line and run backwards. So somehow, I just lose balance, fell backwards and hit my head right on the floor after rolling a few times. Secondly, I was hit by a ball, right on my mouth while doing a lay up. Which eventually cause a huge ulcer on my bottom lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, my itouch died on me while i was waiting for bus in orchard. Forthly, I missed 3 packed bus and managed to squeeze into the forth one. However, it was very uncomfortable as i was carrying a very heavy bag which contain my shoes, jersey, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I met a very irritating taxi driver. After I board the taxi, the uncle told me that he would just drop me by the roadside as he's afraid of knocking into people's car while driving in, then why drive right!! So I wasted my money, and I've to walked in all by myself in the dark !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how unlucky is this!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-6638234912672895786?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/6638234912672895786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=6638234912672895786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6638234912672895786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/6638234912672895786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#6638234912672895786' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3948496898170794550</id><published>2010-09-12T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:48:36.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like no matter how hard I work. You guys would think that I'm a slacker. For goodness sake, you are drowning me. I'm only sec 3! Fuck.&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/35441860-3948496898170794550?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3948496898170794550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3948496898170794550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3948496898170794550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3948496898170794550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#3948496898170794550' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1881241477181379254</id><published>2010-09-10T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:21:23.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know I'm not perfect. But at the end of the day, who is?&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/35441860-1881241477181379254?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1881241477181379254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1881241477181379254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1881241477181379254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1881241477181379254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1881241477181379254' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-666493260950506116</id><published>2010-09-08T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:47:38.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kind of like this holiday bcos I've been spending my time wisely. And I didn't wake up in the afternoon, which is a good thing as I'll get grumpy if I woke up late and complain how much time i've wasted sleeping. Anyway,, I'm in an extremely cold war with my mum bcos I simply can't tolerate all the nonsense anymore. Thus, I'm gonna ignore her. FOR REAL. I know it's not very me, but well, I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gonna do some MATHing now. This holiday is full of maths. It's like I've got maths exercises, 2009 E maths paper, 2009 A maths paper, 2 tutorial on Emaths assessment and 2 tutorial on A maths assessment. Maths drive me MAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;" A person needs a little Madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free " - Nikos kazantzakis.&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/35441860-666493260950506116?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/666493260950506116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=666493260950506116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/666493260950506116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/666493260950506116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#666493260950506116' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-8132017445181592267</id><published>2010-09-05T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:41:52.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FML. CAN'T THEY JUST SENSE THAT THEIR DAUGHTER IS BECOMING A NERD !? -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-8132017445181592267?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/8132017445181592267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=8132017445181592267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8132017445181592267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8132017445181592267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8132017445181592267' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7385151624385788914</id><published>2010-09-04T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:33:19.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;... I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I cared too much. My scars reminds me that the past is real. i tear my heart open, just to feel - Papa roach "scars"&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/35441860-7385151624385788914?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7385151624385788914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7385151624385788914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7385151624385788914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7385151624385788914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#7385151624385788914' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-8128252610757540741</id><published>2010-09-03T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:39:25.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Revisiting Ussbbg.bs, reading all the tags all over again. I recalled how close we were, I recalled how much we are committed to our trainings. How much fun we have during each training day. How excited we are for each and every match, every outing. It's like there's a 360 degrees change in everything. I must say, I dread going training. It's never like before, I can't help it but to rant everything. Yes, I'm unhappy at what's going on. There's nothing that could drive me to train hard, to have an aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, perhaps I was just being a busybody all along. I, created the source of unhappiness for myself. Spreading my angriness when I rant. I promise, I will not do it again. It's NOMB. I'll just do my part. Nothing more, nothing less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-8128252610757540741?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/8128252610757540741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=8128252610757540741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8128252610757540741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8128252610757540741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8128252610757540741' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1304158189688547733</id><published>2010-09-03T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:03:01.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIfcUHG_dvA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIfcUHG_dvA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I watched this more than 10 times and I still can't stop laughing !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1304158189688547733?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1304158189688547733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1304158189688547733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1304158189688547733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1304158189688547733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1304158189688547733' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1607500715000154694</id><published>2010-09-02T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:56:26.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna go to the beach. Those kind of beaches which's unlike sentosa. The kind of beaches with clear seawater, awesome sea breeze and computer graphic night sky. I wanna wanna wanna beach and get barbequed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pimples outbreak. braceface&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&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/35441860-1607500715000154694?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1607500715000154694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1607500715000154694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1607500715000154694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1607500715000154694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1607500715000154694' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7674060045381069379</id><published>2010-08-28T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:21:39.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be a brace face tmr and I'm really excited! I can't wait for that new look. My bro has already survive one week with his braces and he already got 5 ulcers. Sooo good luck to me. And for my colour, I'll take &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;! nah, just MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anww, I dread going training. The moment I see people slacking and you know... I get really pissed off and my mood would just turn damn bloody bad. PMS I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just one day.. Sooon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7674060045381069379?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7674060045381069379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7674060045381069379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7674060045381069379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7674060045381069379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#7674060045381069379' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-2901444963008732754</id><published>2010-08-25T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:06:10.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUUC2ddc_I/AAAAAAAACQU/aSOnXLxcBiE/s1600/44407_423359142060_701142060_5488870_3457461_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509331758369043442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUUC2ddc_I/AAAAAAAACQU/aSOnXLxcBiE/s400/44407_423359142060_701142060_5488870_3457461_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUUCb1XUvI/AAAAAAAACQM/NQHzc-tV4M0/s1600/P1010347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509331751221547762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUUCb1XUvI/AAAAAAAACQM/NQHzc-tV4M0/s400/P1010347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUUCFRCReI/AAAAAAAACQE/vVid20iN13Q/s1600/P1010327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509331745163593186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUUCFRCReI/AAAAAAAACQE/vVid20iN13Q/s400/P1010327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUUBt4lOfI/AAAAAAAACP8/FPJGJwoWxtI/s1600/P1010322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509330570169353666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUS9sElBcI/AAAAAAAACPk/dpjBHiKemrY/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUS9R_hCQI/AAAAAAAACPc/M0yFop8GRxI/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509330563168798978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUS9R_hCQI/AAAAAAAACPc/M0yFop8GRxI/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUS9IhmKtI/AAAAAAAACPU/ZuEtOH9L_ZQ/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509330560627387090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUS9IhmKtI/AAAAAAAACPU/ZuEtOH9L_ZQ/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUS8hgeEdI/AAAAAAAACPM/Wi2KIhsn3_Y/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509330550153679314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUS8hgeEdI/AAAAAAAACPM/Wi2KIhsn3_Y/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last friday, we went to watch the swimming finals. Gosh, Hungary totally owned. And so, we gotta keep standing up for hungary's national anthemn. Oh, and there's this gold medalist, who is from croatia, is like damnnnnn @#$%^&amp;amp; hahaha, everyone was going crazy over him ! LOOOOL. And yah, the swimmers are really muscular. Is like when I saw this girl, from the back, I thought she was a male ! then when she lift up her head. Ooo wooow. BUILD Man !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't too much photos, we were sitting right at the back :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-2901444963008732754?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/2901444963008732754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=2901444963008732754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2901444963008732754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2901444963008732754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#2901444963008732754' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUUC2ddc_I/AAAAAAAACQU/aSOnXLxcBiE/s72-c/44407_423359142060_701142060_5488870_3457461_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-3095812463203044476</id><published>2010-08-25T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:50:24.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUQqgqpY3I/AAAAAAAACPE/LhinUR6QoXQ/s1600/P1010518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509328041667027826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUQqgqpY3I/AAAAAAAACPE/LhinUR6QoXQ/s400/P1010518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUQqPjXhII/AAAAAAAACO8/SZkyuzr-Qg4/s1600/P1010442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509328037073093762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUQqPjXhII/AAAAAAAACO8/SZkyuzr-Qg4/s400/P1010442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CANADA BASKETBALLERS. EEEHAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUQpZzhjsI/AAAAAAAACO0/c-zfp_NXfO0/s1600/P1010410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509328022645345986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUQpZzhjsI/AAAAAAAACO0/c-zfp_NXfO0/s400/P1010410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUP_UacCyI/AAAAAAAACOs/fm8yM8LnFes/s1600/P1010200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509327299643444002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUP_UacCyI/AAAAAAAACOs/fm8yM8LnFes/s400/P1010200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The belgium guy beside me, ask me " Do you like belgium?" And I gave a damn embarassing reply, which is " YES I LOVE EATING BELGIUM CHOCOLATE! " Paiseh anot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, On the 20th-21st August, I went to the Youth Olympic village. Because our school was given a booth in the YOV and I'm suppose to be there to tell them more about bermuda. Honestly, speaking I don't even know where is bermuda. Haha. Anwww, this experience was really aweome. It's seriously a once in a lifetime experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time, I met soo many atheles. For the first time, I saw so many caucasians. Handsome one. Heehe, so cheeky. It's really nice meeting them and like talk to them? Hahaha. And I feel really lucky to be part of this. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More photos in facebook. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-3095812463203044476?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/3095812463203044476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=3095812463203044476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3095812463203044476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/3095812463203044476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#3095812463203044476' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THUQqgqpY3I/AAAAAAAACPE/LhinUR6QoXQ/s72-c/P1010518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-7153011283358604506</id><published>2010-08-22T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:44:40.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THE3hnd1TlI/AAAAAAAACN8/JfQ-AuHh0ec/s1600/P1010298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508244869920149074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THE3hnd1TlI/AAAAAAAACN8/JfQ-AuHh0ec/s400/P1010298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI MY NEW NAME IS BOGAY LOH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loool, for one more week only laa. Shall update on my WCV experience and swimming finals soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-7153011283358604506?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/7153011283358604506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=7153011283358604506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7153011283358604506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/7153011283358604506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#7153011283358604506' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/THE3hnd1TlI/AAAAAAAACN8/JfQ-AuHh0ec/s72-c/P1010298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1652839518596820505</id><published>2010-08-15T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:23:28.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh I dont feel good. I feel like I'm lack of something. Not my teeth. Something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1652839518596820505?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1652839518596820505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1652839518596820505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1652839518596820505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1652839518596820505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1652839518596820505' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-4425048923489702408</id><published>2010-08-12T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:25:52.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TGQCKr7zHyI/AAAAAAAACNM/tFm_xi2mLLg/s1600/41089_456119850308_502260308_6881461_3641695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504527027169074978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TGQCKr7zHyI/AAAAAAAACNM/tFm_xi2mLLg/s400/41089_456119850308_502260308_6881461_3641695_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TGQCKW9rw2I/AAAAAAAACNE/y2XZnjFdM-o/s1600/40948_421806407191_710402191_4661095_3943788_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504527021539836770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TGQCKW9rw2I/AAAAAAAACNE/y2XZnjFdM-o/s400/40948_421806407191_710402191_4661095_3943788_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, the yog flame came to our school! It may look simple but this whole thing is awesome. Seriously. Though I complained standing under the hot sun and cheer like an idiot during rehearsal, the actual thing was fantastic! And I'm really proud of Jessie, she's a superstar now. Don't pray pray ah. Haha, and yeah, I saw Lyo and Merly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you notice my smile is like so abnormal. It's because I plucked out 4 teeth at one go. Not one BUT 4 ! And I gotta say this, the pain is horrible terrible vegetable. It's so painful that I woke up at 3am for two nights because of the pain and I've been overdosing on pain killer. I'm suppose to take 3 times daily but I ended up taking 6 times ! Seriously, the pain is unbearable. Soo painful that I cried last night. It's horrible. What's more, it's my front tooth that's being pluck out! Anw, I couldn't bear with the pain any longer so I went to visit the dentist and found out that there's infection on my wound. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, Life sucks when I cannot chew anything and my dinners are like plain porridge with soya sauce. How pathetic. And ya, I can't talk properly as well and people can hardly understand me because I can't talk showing my front teeth. You'll want to skip your meal. Hahahaha. Ok I've got enough of ranting I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY MOTTO : NO PAIN NO GAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-4425048923489702408?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/4425048923489702408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=4425048923489702408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4425048923489702408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4425048923489702408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#4425048923489702408' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TGQCKr7zHyI/AAAAAAAACNM/tFm_xi2mLLg/s72-c/41089_456119850308_502260308_6881461_3641695_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1358718173520781908</id><published>2010-08-08T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:38:42.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_vd8417I/AAAAAAAACM8/7YwGzYkjBH8/s1600/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503046616908093362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_vd8417I/AAAAAAAACM8/7YwGzYkjBH8/s400/P1010019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_u0Ba35I/AAAAAAAACM0/Ilru5m_9lHo/s1600/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503046605652811666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_u0Ba35I/AAAAAAAACM0/Ilru5m_9lHo/s400/P1010034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_uWCoCyI/AAAAAAAACMs/SQH0SydtZvc/s1600/P1010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503046597604805410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_uWCoCyI/AAAAAAAACMs/SQH0SydtZvc/s400/P1010035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_txgSiCI/AAAAAAAACMk/TsLjh-wygto/s1600/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503046587797112866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_txgSiCI/AAAAAAAACMk/TsLjh-wygto/s400/P1010006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_tZJ_uyI/AAAAAAAACMc/Vc7QS7Jbhk4/s1600/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503046581261155106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_tZJ_uyI/AAAAAAAACMc/Vc7QS7Jbhk4/s400/P1010004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday is nice. Yesterday Marks the 1st anniversary of us staying in our current home. How time flies. I remember my first time moving in. Getting all my stuff at ikea. Haha. So we have a BBQ yesterday to celebrate my mum's, jiakang's and his mum's birthday. BBQ is awesome. LOL. My dad bought 2 cartons of breezer. LOL. So we mahjong whole night and decided to drive to bukit timah for supper at mad 1.30am! Reached home at around 2.30am and continued with Mahjong till 6.30am in the morning!! Everyone was fighting to lose because all of us want to sleep. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucha fun day yesterday. I've enjoying myself soooo much, that I forget to study. -.- Sighh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1358718173520781908?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1358718173520781908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1358718173520781908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1358718173520781908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1358718173520781908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1358718173520781908' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TF6_vd8417I/AAAAAAAACM8/7YwGzYkjBH8/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1129673267037118557</id><published>2010-08-06T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:10:20.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502267175573617538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TFv62Atbe4I/AAAAAAAACMM/sOizU4dP2ww/s400/P1000993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TFv62Uc83cI/AAAAAAAACMU/XJSndhOGoVk/s1600/39124_423239124801_524964801_4655428_2459704_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502267180873211330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TFv62Uc83cI/AAAAAAAACMU/XJSndhOGoVk/s400/39124_423239124801_524964801_4655428_2459704_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TFv61rsot9I/AAAAAAAACME/O4lYhx-rvvc/s1600/P1000975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502267169933146066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TFv61rsot9I/AAAAAAAACME/O4lYhx-rvvc/s400/P1000975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TFv61YLwmLI/AAAAAAAACL8/5pi2GBPn4zQ/s1600/40111_423238579801_524964801_4655378_1965064_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502267164694976690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TFv61YLwmLI/AAAAAAAACL8/5pi2GBPn4zQ/s400/40111_423238579801_524964801_4655378_1965064_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had so much fun with my class for the pass few days. Rehearsing during maths period and after school. We laughed till we went crazy. Haha, and finally, our commitment turns out to be success. I'm happy. really very happy. We got the champion for the performance. And I really enjoyed myself on stage. BIMBO~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then off to seoul garden to have ur celebration. First time I'm eating seoul garden! Lol, waited for 3 hours just to eat! Had so much fun there too. I think the food made us crazy. Laughed till Jovita cried and i think i trained some abs while laughing. This whole thing is fun, weee~ I'm lovin my class. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1129673267037118557?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1129673267037118557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1129673267037118557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1129673267037118557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1129673267037118557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#1129673267037118557' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TFv62Atbe4I/AAAAAAAACMM/sOizU4dP2ww/s72-c/P1000993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-2869909385240760029</id><published>2010-08-01T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:13:22.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In and out of the toilet 5 times. Diarrhoea :( argh, I can't get sick now. Anw I'm looking forward to my RHD performance. Damn bimbo and throw face. But well, Once in a lifetime I'm gonna do it. Why not? Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ahhh, what's happening to me. I think I'm going crazy. What do I want now. Zzz&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/35441860-2869909385240760029?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/2869909385240760029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=2869909385240760029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2869909385240760029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/2869909385240760029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#2869909385240760029' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-9058839813500448384</id><published>2010-07-27T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:24:23.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, I need to breathe. I'm fully packed this whole week and probably the next week. Probably everything will be back to normal by the second week of august. Tired, with 3 rehearsals, presentation, etc. And my throat is still so sore, HOW TO PRESENT?! Later I go out of tune. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been listening this song call 'tonight' which I use to sing it almost everyday in 2008 :( And I realised I've abandoned this song. Now I can't get it off my head. Haha. Alright gotta study for my essay now. Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-9058839813500448384?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/9058839813500448384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=9058839813500448384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/9058839813500448384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/9058839813500448384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#9058839813500448384' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-4656531815790242314</id><published>2010-07-24T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:27:46.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm suffering from PMS. I don't really get those serious kind but I think it's getting serious now. I get really pissed with very little stuff, like my bro removing my photos from the thumbdrive. And ya, very little stuff that can just upset me. Probably is all the hectic sheldue that makes me frustrated easily. Never ending homework - Project work - Tests - RHS performance - Trainings. Everything will be over in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta chill. Things will get better I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-4656531815790242314?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/4656531815790242314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=4656531815790242314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4656531815790242314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/4656531815790242314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#4656531815790242314' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-8896112912407314634</id><published>2010-07-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:22:40.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TEnBDG6H9vI/AAAAAAAACL0/JJcMvnxybrQ/s1600/P1000932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497137079320573682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TEnBDG6H9vI/AAAAAAAACL0/JJcMvnxybrQ/s400/P1000932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY PARIS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Paris turns 1 years old today. How time flies, she appears in my life when she's just 3 months old. Like a cute little puppy. Now she's all grown up, but still as timid. How dumb. Firstly, she's afraid of a refrigerator box, then she's afraid of my bicycle, she barks at the ant and chase it but didn't want to kill it. Small little things that amaze me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's just the 1st birthday. MORE TO COME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-8896112912407314634?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/8896112912407314634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=8896112912407314634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8896112912407314634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/8896112912407314634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#8896112912407314634' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TEnBDG6H9vI/AAAAAAAACL0/JJcMvnxybrQ/s72-c/P1000932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441860.post-1502653979914968127</id><published>2010-07-17T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:16:37.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you hear the super loud thunder last night? I woke up immediately and I thought I was going to die, I was ready for the worst! haha. It was so loud that I could feel my windows shaking and I saw the flashes of lightnings through my curtain. Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anw, today's saturday. WHAT AM I DOING AT HOME!? I wanna go shop shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441860-1502653979914968127?l=pamelaas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/feeds/1502653979914968127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441860&amp;postID=1502653979914968127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1502653979914968127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441860/posts/default/1502653979914968127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaas.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#1502653979914968127' title=''/><author><name>Pamelaas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13284758989204966612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nWz431qBo/TBevExjnjGI/AAAAAAAACJM/NfrUWXx1KRk/S220/26432_383561755926_629660926_4296809_77167_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
