<?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-16824723</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:44:34.178+08:00</updated><category term='blow and wish'/><title type='text'>Realise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>513</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2247052412020769229</id><published>2009-11-17T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:45:25.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going over to &lt;a href="http://whimsandfancies.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://whimsandfancies.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr's pretty easy to use! And I like their design. :D&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else go use that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chemistry today was not good. Going to get a very bad grade for my Chemistry. I really know it. Oh well, not complaining. Just let it be, let it be. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2247052412020769229?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2247052412020769229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2247052412020769229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2247052412020769229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2247052412020769229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-going-over-to-httpwhimsandfancies.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2468523102207792264</id><published>2009-11-12T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:22:25.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>If I do well, it'll be a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2468523102207792264?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2468523102207792264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2468523102207792264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2468523102207792264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2468523102207792264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-9035033893044202013</id><published>2009-11-11T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:06:37.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life is a gift. All you have to do is - Live. "</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.89043867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty right! Transparent somemore. It's handmade, from Etsy by a Singaporean. Not some F21 thingy. US$30 T.T Why so ex. I'll get it when I have money. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-9035033893044202013?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/9035033893044202013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=9035033893044202013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/9035033893044202013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/9035033893044202013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-gift-all-you-have-to-do-is-live.html' title='&quot;Life is a gift. All you have to do is - Live. &quot;'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1135053080430171298</id><published>2009-11-02T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:02:01.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Su7FRq5HRBI/AAAAAAAABD8/g2qGQxNHqyw/garfield.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee! I think it's pretty cute. Love garfield!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1135053080430171298?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1135053080430171298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1135053080430171298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1135053080430171298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1135053080430171298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/11/hee-hee-i-think-its-pretty-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Su7FRq5HRBI/AAAAAAAABD8/g2qGQxNHqyw/s72-c/garfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-7244159560642567364</id><published>2009-11-01T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:55:19.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when november ends</title><content type='html'>Yay or nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs50/i/2009/302/7/4/and_world_will_change__by_m0thyyku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And world will change"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay or nay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-7244159560642567364?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/7244159560642567364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=7244159560642567364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7244159560642567364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7244159560642567364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-me-up-when-november-ends.html' title='Wake me up when november ends'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-8996315627397729698</id><published>2009-10-25T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:39:41.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs46/300W/i/2009/198/6/3/Protected_by_with_accusing_eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-8996315627397729698?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/8996315627397729698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=8996315627397729698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/8996315627397729698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/8996315627397729698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-corner.html' title='In a corner'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2905157082379547195</id><published>2009-10-24T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:40:45.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*,*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SuK9VuMSAQI/AAAAAAAABD0/r5T0TwD0fZI/s1600-h/modparade+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396083484417720578" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SuK9VuMSAQI/AAAAAAAABD0/r5T0TwD0fZI/s400/modparade+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SuK9Vf9UOxI/AAAAAAAABDs/0VmZ4jrrGrI/s1600-h/narcbymarcjacobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396083480596855570" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SuK9Vf9UOxI/AAAAAAAABDs/0VmZ4jrrGrI/s400/narcbymarcjacobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the hat! Cutest ever! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2905157082379547195?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2905157082379547195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2905157082379547195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2905157082379547195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2905157082379547195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='*,*'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SuK9VuMSAQI/AAAAAAAABD0/r5T0TwD0fZI/s72-c/modparade+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5629973168718587335</id><published>2009-10-20T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:16:35.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs47/i/2009/197/e/5/what_friends_are_for_by_auroille.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad how things turned out, especially when over such minute things. Actually it's entirely my fault? I just didn't think it would cause such a great loss. But this is something about me that I don't think will change anytime soon. And I don't think I'll ever have the courage to ever change anything. And I don't think anyone would understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5629973168718587335?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5629973168718587335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5629973168718587335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5629973168718587335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5629973168718587335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1422038629969424551</id><published>2009-10-13T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:41:31.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinkies are the brains</title><content type='html'>LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs185.snc1/6169_109894243246_679318246_2225305_6629413_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking through facebook. Wanna exclaim again I think this photo looks really nice! Heehee.. !&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1422038629969424551?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1422038629969424551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1422038629969424551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1422038629969424551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1422038629969424551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/10/pinkies-are-brains.html' title='Pinkies are the brains'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2984312723817146147</id><published>2009-10-10T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:37:05.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demoralised</title><content type='html'>Exactly a month to As. I've never felt as stupid as now, at least academically. Sobzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs30/i/2008/152/4/7/theres_blood_in_the_water_by_infernosam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, try to keep hopes high. And slack a single bit no more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2984312723817146147?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2984312723817146147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2984312723817146147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2984312723817146147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2984312723817146147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/10/demoralised.html' title='Demoralised'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2823509382880438701</id><published>2009-10-06T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:58:42.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because the sky is so high</title><content type='html'>Trying to get some happy, positive, interesting things to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/058/9/e/poke_the_kitten_by_Tiffany11190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs22/i/2009/245/5/8/Coming_soon_by_davidluz2000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs47/f/2009/169/1/7/Cherry_ll_by_serhatdemiroglu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs14/300W/i/2006/360/9/1/WTF__by_Mary_y_Gen.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs9/300W/i/2006/020/a/f/LOL_by_caracal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs42/300W/i/2009/070/1/2/sunshine_in_a_cup_by_She_hates_mondays.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2007/321/7/c/Seriously_guys___not_funny____by_Nintendoart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm traumatised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2823509382880438701?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2823509382880438701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2823509382880438701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2823509382880438701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2823509382880438701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-sky-is-so-high.html' title='Because the sky is so high'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2882386701659345239</id><published>2009-10-04T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:49:58.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqua</title><content type='html'>The most scary way to die, in my opinion, is to drown. I'm very afraid of drowning. Love swimming, but in the medium pool. Deep water freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, great pictures! So beautiful. From &lt;a href="http://sugarock99.deviantart.com/"&gt;Sugarock99&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs48/300W/f/2009/166/0/7/07721801e93a2a4fcdaa6d160fe92419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite! It's called Through the looking glass, alice-inspired. Nice right?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs38/300W/f/2008/313/b/4/Starry_night_by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/f/2009/032/e/f/Carousel_by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs47/300W/f/2009/221/5/f/Butterfly_by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs50/300W/f/2009/265/6/7/Supergirl_flight_by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs38/300W/f/2008/313/b/c/Deep_deep_sea_by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/f/2009/023/8/a/Cotton_clouds_by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs49/300W/f/2009/228/1/1/Alice_by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs42/300W/f/2009/162/d/8/Through_the_Looking_Glass__by_Sugarock99.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs45/300W/f/2009/224/f/d/fd66fc80d077f555403b67f47353b4ca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2882386701659345239?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2882386701659345239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2882386701659345239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2882386701659345239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2882386701659345239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/10/aqua.html' title='Aqua'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1613946586935295963</id><published>2009-09-30T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:56:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel the love tonight~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs39/i/2008/363/5/7/winter_air__by_m0thyyku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I too passive? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored bored bored. I'm coming online more than ever recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1613946586935295963?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1613946586935295963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1613946586935295963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1613946586935295963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1613946586935295963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-feel-love-tonight.html' title='Can you feel the love tonight~'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5124466565404306708</id><published>2009-09-27T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:07:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45</title><content type='html'>I feel so not driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am here online window shopping early in the morning because I haven't went out for long long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sr7Wq5n2Q8I/AAAAAAAABDk/reG425QHTlg/s1600-h/Plaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385978236892496834" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sr7Wq5n2Q8I/AAAAAAAABDk/reG425QHTlg/s400/Plaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I get this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5124466565404306708?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5124466565404306708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5124466565404306708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5124466565404306708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5124466565404306708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/09/45.html' title='45'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sr7Wq5n2Q8I/AAAAAAAABDk/reG425QHTlg/s72-c/Plaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1465548357895728460</id><published>2009-09-21T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:09:38.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just wonder if it's all undiscovered or simply non-existent. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emelinevillard/3825179957/in/pool-holgaarchitecture"&gt;&lt;img src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs46/300W/f/2009/187/a/6/we_need_air_by_andre_supersampler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you told me bout the blue blue sky and all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1465548357895728460?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1465548357895728460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1465548357895728460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1465548357895728460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1465548357895728460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/09/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1889168271618877322</id><published>2009-09-13T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:08:29.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>He was talking crazy, the way Crash had a year ago when he'd stated to peel the lead paint from the cinder blocks and eat it, hoping it would serve as a hallucinogen. "Well, if there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a heaven, I bet it's full of dandelions." (Actually, I think heaven's full of guys who look like Wentworth Miller from &lt;em&gt;Prison Break&lt;/em&gt;, but for right now, I was only talking landscaping.)&lt;br /&gt;"Heaven's not a &lt;em&gt;place&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't say it had map coordinates..."&lt;br /&gt;"If it was in the sky, then birds would get there before you. If it was under the sea, fish would be first."&lt;br /&gt;"Then where is it?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"It's inside you," Shay said, "and outside, too."&lt;br /&gt;If he wasn't eating the lead paint, then he'd been making hooch I didn't know about. "If this is heaven, I'll take a rain check."&lt;br /&gt;"You can't wait for it, because it's already here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He'a not any different from Joey..." Shay said.&lt;br /&gt;"Teensy suggestion? Don't let Crash hear you say that."&lt;br /&gt;"...and we're not any different than Crash," he finished. "You don't know what would make you do what Crash did, just like you didn't know what would make you kill Adam until it happened."&lt;br /&gt;I drew in my breath. No one in prison talked about another person's crime, even if you secretly believed they were guilty. But I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; killed Adam. It was my hand holding the gun; it was his blood on my clothes. It wasn't what had been done that was at issue for me in court; it was why.&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay to not know something," Shay said. "That's what makes us human."&lt;br /&gt;No matter what Mr. Philosopher Next Door thought, there things I knew for sure: That I had been loved, once, and had loved back. That a person could find hope in the way a weed grew. That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there.&lt;br /&gt;That we made mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, sick of the riddles, and to my surprise all I could see were dandelions—as if they had been painted on the fields of my imagination, a hundred thousand suns. And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jodi Picoult, &lt;em&gt;Change of Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this part! Just to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1889168271618877322?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1889168271618877322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1889168271618877322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1889168271618877322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1889168271618877322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/09/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-6794498562322158657</id><published>2009-09-11T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:37:27.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Snap</title><content type='html'>Finally went to develop my photos and guess what? Of the 36 exposure roll of film, I only got 5 photos. And of which only a couple made it. Surprise surprise! I'm gonna go cry in a corner now. I even went to ask on a forum (yeah, my first time, feeling disheartened) and I figured it must be the film, which has an ISO of 50 only, meaning it's not sensitive to light enough. God, why didn't the seller tell me! Angry. Ok, why in the first place did she sell a freaking ISO 50 film? Right now, half way through a Lomography X-pro 200. 4 times the ISO, hope it works well enough. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3906710038_7847136252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/3906710036_5cbdf684c6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hooters! Nice. Not an alcohol person, but yep, first time. Haha Tas looks so tall beside all of us! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3506/3909420644_9e07e6077a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3474/3909420308_2379456750.jpg" width="250" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/3909420026_b634d78f4e.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3909420794_0c7870c9c7.jpg" width="250" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/3909420136_f54c148377.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3552/3909420412_7af4308576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay managed to do this! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gickr.com/results2/anim_561c7ddc-8b09-f4c4-45a7-9081b108a9e5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a Volkswagen beetle on the road the other day. I love it! It's my dream car. I think all other cars are ugly. If I ever get a car, it'll be a beetle, or the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thelovebugz.co.uk/UserFiles/Image/L%20020%20internet%20a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby pink - so nice ! *,*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nationwidevehiclecontracts.co.uk/images/models/volkswagen_beetle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw it in this colour on the road a few times, sunny yellow, very pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.avonhill.com/thumbnails/van/1962_VW_camper1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this once, in blue. Very cute !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so fat people cannot take my car in the future, cause have to squeeze to the back seat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays over soon. Sad sad sad. Bleak forecast. :( Hope I'll be able to enjoy as much for my last 2 months of school, and in uniform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-6794498562322158657?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/6794498562322158657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=6794498562322158657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6794498562322158657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6794498562322158657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/09/club-snap.html' title='Club Snap'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3906710038_7847136252_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-6750492811865718398</id><published>2009-09-06T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:31:36.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money money money</title><content type='html'>Must be funny.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, money flowing like water outta my bank account. T.T How is it possible to even save up when I can't even keep it constant at that very amount for a month. I'm so easily tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading My Sister's Keeper. SO SAD! I was really sobbing towards the end. But I still like Nineteen Minutes the most, out of the 3 pathetic Jodi Picoult books I've read. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I need a lot of discipline! Yes, I hate to be not disciplined enough. But that's always the case. I wish I was a little more strong-willed. I really envy those who are determined. It feels really good when you focus and do something with all your might and determination. That kind of drive, it rarely shows up in me. And I needa go get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I failed my Chemistry! So far. Very certain I'll fail GP. I'm freaked out, how much can I improve in 2 months? I don't wanna retain, or have nowhere to go, lost in the education system. Certainly have no money to get into private uni, much less go abroad. Heydays are gone, ever since I left primary school. Haha. But I guess what I fear most is the future. When I don't even have a dream, a certain driving force. Where are the dreams and aspirations? Sometimes I feel that we slowly lose our ability to dream as we grow up, due to practicality and stuff like that. Adults seem to always trivialise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this, very funny. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gickr.com/results2/anim_fb10e193-1dcd-3884-315c-f5f0aa92e757.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went treated hui for her bday! Heeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok discipline ! Let's not waste time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-6750492811865718398?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/6750492811865718398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=6750492811865718398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6750492811865718398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6750492811865718398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/09/money-money-money.html' title='Money money money'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5341363545343971316</id><published>2009-09-03T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:55:08.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy belated, Met</title><content type='html'>I'm very disappointed cause Metinee didn't receive the prezzie.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is part of it. :D Just found it in my folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89Sfp-_zI/AAAAAAAABDc/dqYTCRP_lio/s1600-h/DSCF4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377083868048195378" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89Sfp-_zI/AAAAAAAABDc/dqYTCRP_lio/s400/DSCF4186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89R88elKI/AAAAAAAABDU/Yc6q7YBglpY/s1600-h/DSCF4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377083858730521762" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89R88elKI/AAAAAAAABDU/Yc6q7YBglpY/s400/DSCF4190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89RK8ZguI/AAAAAAAABDM/luowAWLP5Vc/s1600-h/DSCF4191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377083845308416738" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89RK8ZguI/AAAAAAAABDM/luowAWLP5Vc/s400/DSCF4191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89QvsZLqI/AAAAAAAABDE/Aeykr1KMK4g/s1600-h/DSCF4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377083837993528994" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89QvsZLqI/AAAAAAAABDE/Aeykr1KMK4g/s400/DSCF4195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89QCu9pCI/AAAAAAAABC8/u9zCn3UOlTI/s1600-h/DSCF4193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377083825924711458" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89QCu9pCI/AAAAAAAABC8/u9zCn3UOlTI/s400/DSCF4193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5341363545343971316?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5341363545343971316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5341363545343971316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5341363545343971316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5341363545343971316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-belated-met.html' title='Happy belated, Met'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sp89Sfp-_zI/AAAAAAAABDc/dqYTCRP_lio/s72-c/DSCF4186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2304444470312752619</id><published>2009-09-03T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:26:12.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you fear death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2007/05/20/previews/Orlando%20Bloom-DGG-015692.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Had hard time choosing photo, he looks great in all!)&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching Pirates of Carribean you see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to come online to watch some Boys Over Flowers, wanted to watch Princess Hours, but it would be probably fifth time I'm watching it again I can almost memorise the scenes already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cramping right now. Which is great, now I know I'm not pregnant. Haha. Or I'm miscarriaging. And first time in months I don't feel excited over food. Which kind of sucks, because I wanna eat but I have no appetite. You know the feeling? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2304444470312752619?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2304444470312752619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2304444470312752619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2304444470312752619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2304444470312752619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-fear-death.html' title='Do you fear death?'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2126027016042058277</id><published>2009-08-25T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:55:56.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat and balding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs49/300W/i/2009/237/0/2/F_o_r_You_by_ZanaSoul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Been binge eating lately. Cravings like potato cheese bread various nonsense. I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the week to end. Looking forward to zoo with ahsabi! :D Pray I don't get eaten by tiger. Wanna finish my role of film too, so I can develop it. After so long ! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are so saddening. Making me so angry over self for being lazy and unfocused. Kinda wished that I'll be like cullens vampire, never feel sleepy! So nice, especially now. Low morale now. Someone scold me so I'll &lt;em&gt;fa fen tu qiang&lt;/em&gt;. Please. Scoff at my results or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2126027016042058277?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2126027016042058277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2126027016042058277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2126027016042058277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2126027016042058277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/08/fat-and-balding.html' title='Fat and balding'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2084684067592128433</id><published>2009-08-12T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:18:34.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol - Violin Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zfaBZaRylwA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zfaBZaRylwA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Superb! Kinda like the sound of violin. Especially after watching Buzzer Beat (a jap show) ! And this is one of my favourite songs ! Love the Viva La Vida version too, go check out if you like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2084684067592128433?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2084684067592128433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2084684067592128433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2084684067592128433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2084684067592128433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/08/chasing-cars-snow-patrol-violin-cover.html' title='Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol - Violin Cover'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5658029200158477506</id><published>2009-08-06T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:04:00.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/hangover_ver5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Hangover's really funny, but really gross! Totally ridiculous and the kind of movie you'll think of when you read about bad western media influence in Singapore in GP essays. Portrays Asian men as gay, stereotypes and discriminates the old, makes taking drugs, using vulgar language, bribery and getting into trouble as cool and blah blah blah. Pretty pornish kind of comedy. But if you really put away all these err... how to say, conservative ideologies and don't take the movie seriously, it's really very entertaining. Never a moment when you'll drift off or look away. At least for me, like right from the start, with all the ass baring. Love the part where the dentist was singing the song about missing the guy who got lost. Haha. Actually, it's surprising it's only NC16. With SIngapore's standards, it ought to be more towards M18. But, not complaining here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, very destressing time there. Now to dinner. Weezzz. Not looking forward to after today. Gotta really drown in notes and books. Like what all teachers are saying, it's the last leap ! Really wish I can burn and etch information right onto my brain. But before all that, gotta unclutter my desk. Having increasingly hard time finding worksheets or notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5658029200158477506?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5658029200158477506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5658029200158477506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5658029200158477506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5658029200158477506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/08/hangovers-really-funny-but-really-gross.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-6731788422448379005</id><published>2009-08-02T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:01:12.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs26/i/2008/161/1/e/hearts_by_Sabi_Krabi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs45/i/2009/140/f/f/the_story_of_a_little_girl__by_m0thyyku.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs48/i/2009/162/2/8/the_elegance_of_the_spyral__by_m0thyyku.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs47/i/2009/164/f/e/the_first_exploration__by_m0thyyku.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kxdrBqUkJm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kxdrBqUkJm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SnQvBEtYksI/AAAAAAAABC0/EXPP8pktGkw/s400/5813_240018010575_855660575_8023761_670849_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling lonely. I'm alone in the house with sad icy wind blowing on me in a relatively poorly lit living room , having seafood soup and teh peng on the coffee table watching a sappy taiwan show. T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinda hating myself lately. Like that time I wanted to buy soybean milk from drinks stall in school in the morning and the girl was wearing a tshirt with the word russia across it. So I was reading it mentally when she asked me what I wanted. And I very intelligently blurted out "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ru&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;soybeean" LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-342475579209054342?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/342475579209054342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=342475579209054342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/342475579209054342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/342475579209054342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/08/tofu.html' title='Tofu'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SnQvBEtYksI/AAAAAAAABC0/EXPP8pktGkw/s72-c/5813_240018010575_855660575_8023761_670849_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-4694966251258164815</id><published>2009-07-27T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:06:07.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried In Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sm1Rc2fw3VI/AAAAAAAABCk/C0NamQpUJhU/s1600-h/Teenvogue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363032287375056210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sm1Rc2fw3VI/AAAAAAAABCk/C0NamQpUJhU/s400/Teenvogue1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sm1RdIHyRCI/AAAAAAAABCs/S3W93cwrz_Y/s1600-h/Joyce1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363032292106322978" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sm1RdIHyRCI/AAAAAAAABCs/S3W93cwrz_Y/s400/Joyce1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sm1RclwJHmI/AAAAAAAABCc/OLiwHtmz72c/s1600-h/Taobao1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363032282880351842" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sm1RclwJHmI/AAAAAAAABCc/OLiwHtmz72c/s400/Taobao1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So very tempted to shop online. But no. I'm broke and I need to save for so many things. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much homework and stuff to study by tmr. Sad :( Hope all the efforts really pay off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-4694966251258164815?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/4694966251258164815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=4694966251258164815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4694966251258164815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4694966251258164815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/07/buried-in-books.html' title='Buried In Books'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sm1Rc2fw3VI/AAAAAAAABCk/C0NamQpUJhU/s72-c/Teenvogue1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-6990881705729514271</id><published>2009-07-19T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:09:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SmKmw2UO-7I/AAAAAAAABCU/Db8LqQcZGIY/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360029864668625842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SmKmw2UO-7I/AAAAAAAABCU/Db8LqQcZGIY/s400/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We watched on the first day! Went in excited, came out disappointed. Oh wellz... Cute cauldron for popcorn and wizard cup though. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am turning 18 in 2 days. Kinda dread it somehow? No idea why. Plus there's maths lecture till late afternoon/evening? Awesome. Many thoughts about me turning 18 lately, like it's a checkpoint in life and I gotta reflect and all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I don't know if I want my wish to come true more or that I win 4D more. I want both! Haha. Happy last 2 weeks of July.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-6990881705729514271?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/6990881705729514271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=6990881705729514271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6990881705729514271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6990881705729514271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/07/hairy-potter.html' title='Hairy Potter'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SmKmw2UO-7I/AAAAAAAABCU/Db8LqQcZGIY/s72-c/DSC00991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5422501126003656133</id><published>2009-07-08T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:40:25.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"机会来了，你准备好了吗？"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, opportunities are for the prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the quote on Joanne Peh's blog. Coincidentally, I just wrote it (in eng) on my calendar last month. A good one, for I realised that I've never felt prepared before for any tests, speeches, presentations etc before in my life. Sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mail's coming! *gleams* Love receiving mails, the anxiety and lookingforwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been blogging so much, so much rants lately. Oh, and I realised I've been having lotsa problems with using much and many, after receiving back GP CT today. And many people have pointed it out in my speech before. Thought back and realised this problem's been there since long time ago, but I didn't care much. Ha, gotta be alert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5422501126003656133?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5422501126003656133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5422501126003656133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5422501126003656133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5422501126003656133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-opportunities-are-for-prepared.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-6293996511440995119</id><published>2009-07-07T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:35:04.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:|</title><content type='html'>"When you want something badly enough, you'll concur everything just to achieve it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-6293996511440995119?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/6293996511440995119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=6293996511440995119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6293996511440995119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6293996511440995119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='&gt;:|'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-8714978628267142572</id><published>2009-07-04T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:43:38.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat on hot bricks</title><content type='html'>I just ordered my birthday present for myself! Early one by 17 days. Yayyyyzzz. This is by far the mostest expensive thing I ever bought with my savings in my entire almost 18 years of life. Okay, it's not exactly majorly expensive but to a poor mere student like me, it is! More than my $150 mp3, which is the most lavish item that ever came out from my own piggy bank. Can see how poor I am. It's the cheapest I can find already and I've been thinking about it for really quite some time already. I do hope it'll be of very much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-8714978628267142572?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/8714978628267142572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=8714978628267142572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/8714978628267142572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/8714978628267142572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/07/excited-excited.html' title='Cat on hot bricks'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-4849037041218588653</id><published>2009-07-03T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:45:25.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charge on</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354255763684200930" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sk4jP778EeI/AAAAAAAABCM/5vl86Eca1TI/garfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always kind of loved Julys. Sort of. :D And I like Garfield. So fat and lazy, like me. He kind of portrays laziness as a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperzz all over. Shiokzationzzzzz. Best is yet to come though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go New Zealand !! :(( Why oh why, dear god. Am I not fated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we learn new things. I don't know, but I think I'm just starting to feel what it is like to grow up. I'm starting to really understand all those idioms and sayings, for one. Very subtle things that occur around you, but they slowly add on to your understanding. Those sayings were common and overused for a reason, for they depict a real life situation or emotion so truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other day, I was watching the tv show repeat on Belinda going to other countries to look for the Singaporeans living there. And they had the Africa one, and I was crying like mad. Made me really wanna go to those poorer countries if I ever have the chance. Not to go there sympathise and cry, but maybe to understand another kind of perspective on the world I guess. More like empathise. It seemed quite amazing and I believe it's very different to see all this from behind a tv screen and being really there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-4849037041218588653?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/4849037041218588653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=4849037041218588653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4849037041218588653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4849037041218588653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/07/charge-on.html' title='Charge on'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sk4jP778EeI/AAAAAAAABCM/5vl86Eca1TI/s72-c/garfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1361623740608362200</id><published>2009-06-29T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:48:32.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My face is rotting. Outbreak. Gosh, I hope they don't leave scars. Had enough of them. When will I stop having outbreaks ???!!!! I don't wanna step out of my house. T.T Gonna hole up till I grow out new smooth tender skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, dear MJ is gone. Was pretty traumatised when I saw the news. Though I don't belong to that era, during his peak, I can feel how much he revolutionised and how popular he was. Though I remember more of the scandals and his horrifying face. I saw this report on Today's I guess, and I pretty much agreed with it. It said that it is saddening to see such a great talent pass, but the true superstar MJ, the one that people keep on singing praises about, was gone long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for the tests to finish quickly. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1361623740608362200?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1361623740608362200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1361623740608362200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1361623740608362200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1361623740608362200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-face-is-rotting.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-8678523037878392731</id><published>2009-06-24T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:04:44.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Modcloth.com Love their stuff !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.modcloth.com/store/images/091808_14_L.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.modcloth.com/store/images/20081021_004_Large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.modcloth.com/store/images/5283_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.modcloth.com/store/images/012309_09_L.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.modcloth.com/store/images/5444_1.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.modcloth.com/store/images/5559-2.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-8678523037878392731?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/8678523037878392731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=8678523037878392731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/8678523037878392731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/8678523037878392731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/06/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1894431554315596793</id><published>2009-06-22T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:46:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesser than a villain</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of where to go after As. I really don't know. And it kinda sucks to not have an ambition. I figured out maybe why studying is such a huge chore for me is because I do not have an ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I kinda envy those who have a passion for something. It's like having a boyfriend or something I guess. Like, you are doing it because you truly have a passion for it. But it's not like I can have an ambition just because I say I want one. It comes naturally I guess, the passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks. And I have this HUUUUGE feeling I'll just end up rushing through my revision and I'll not be done with it all for common tests. And that I'll not pass all my subjects. Gosh, Pamela, only 4 subjects and you're still struggling! You're soooo lazyyyyyy. Scientists should start to research for lazy genes and find some way to remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm gonna go carry on with my revision and stop lamenting on how lazy I am. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1894431554315596793?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1894431554315596793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1894431554315596793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1894431554315596793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1894431554315596793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesser-than-villain.html' title='Lesser than a villain'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3871255762657009554</id><published>2009-06-17T15:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:13:54.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.southshields-sanddancers.co.uk/photos_posters/lord_of_the_rings_calendar_photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finished watching the Lord of The Rings trilogy. Super great!! Okay, the first 2 were alright, enough to keep you going. The last movie was ze besstt! Very nice. And the visual stuff were really nice too. There were soooo many quotes that I want to take down, but I couldn't pause.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually watched the first movie when I was like 10 or 11 I guess, really young. I couldn't understand, so I simply marvelled at the pretty scenery and stuff. Then like last year, I rented the three of them and attempted to watch. But there were no subtitles! With the damn europe accent and so many funny terms and names.... Gosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Melly lent me hers, with subtitles. And tada, now I love it! It's now one of my favourite movies. And Orlando Bloom's cute, he looks pretty good in blonde.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam:&lt;/span&gt; Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It'll be spring soon. And the&lt;br /&gt;orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket.&lt;br /&gt;And they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields... and eating the&lt;br /&gt;first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frodo:&lt;/span&gt; No, Sam. I can't recall the taste of food... nor the sound of&lt;br /&gt;water... nor the touch of grass. I'm... naked in the dark, with nothing, no&lt;br /&gt;veil... between me... and the wheel of fire! I can see him... with my waking&lt;br /&gt;eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam:&lt;/span&gt; Then let us be rid of it... once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo.&lt;br /&gt;I can't carry it for you... but I can carry you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam:&lt;/span&gt; [tearing the spider silk away from Frodo's face] Oh no! Frodo... Mr. Frodo,&lt;br /&gt;wake up... Don't leave me here alone. Don't go where I can't follow... Wake up. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frodo:&lt;/span&gt; I can see the Shire. The Brandywine River.&lt;br /&gt;Bag End. The Lights in the Party Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam:&lt;/span&gt; Rosie Cotton dancing. She had&lt;br /&gt;ribbons in her hair. If ever I were to marry someone, it would have been her. It&lt;br /&gt;would have been her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frodo:&lt;/span&gt; I'm glad to be with you, Samwise Gamgee, here at the end of all&lt;br /&gt;things. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pippin:&lt;/span&gt; I didn't think it would end this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gandalf:&lt;/span&gt; End? No, the journey&lt;br /&gt;doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take. The&lt;br /&gt;grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And&lt;br /&gt;then you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pippin:&lt;/span&gt; What? Gandalf?... See what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gandalf:&lt;/span&gt; White&lt;br /&gt;shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pippin:&lt;/span&gt; [smiling] Well, that isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gandalf:&lt;/span&gt; [softly] No... No it isn't. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favourite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frodo:&lt;/span&gt; And thus it was. A fourth age of middle-earth began. And the&lt;br /&gt;fellowship of the ring... though eternally bound by friendship and love... was&lt;br /&gt;ended. Thirteen months to the day since Gandalf sent us on our long journey...&lt;br /&gt;we found ourselves looking upon a familiar sight. We were home.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How do you pick&lt;br /&gt;up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are somethings that time cannot mend... some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold. Bilbo once told me his part in this tale would end... that each of us must come and go in the telling. Bilbo's story was now over. There would be no more journeys for him... save one. My dear Sam. You cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do. Your part in the story will go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3871255762657009554?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3871255762657009554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3871255762657009554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3871255762657009554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3871255762657009554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-not-weep-for-not-all-tears-are-evil.html' title='I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1342989481747097690</id><published>2009-06-13T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:57:49.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/ba/Leonardo_self.jpg/382px-Leonardo_self.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 2 documentaries on him recently. In awe of his intelligence. An all-rounder and a rare talent. Maybe only rivalled with Einstein, Newton and such. I would really love to meet him if he was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man why can't I be half as smart as him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1342989481747097690?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1342989481747097690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1342989481747097690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1342989481747097690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1342989481747097690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/06/idol.html' title='Idol'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-7813897078014447770</id><published>2009-06-06T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:17:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very niceee.... !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-7813897078014447770?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/7813897078014447770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=7813897078014447770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7813897078014447770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7813897078014447770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-have-to-listen-to-this_8239.html' title='YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS !'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1777251804708939892</id><published>2009-06-01T20:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:22:16.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaanavil</title><content type='html'>Ushered for Vaanavil (Rainbow) on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;Sarees were all very very pretty ! Everyone was all dressed up so nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the finale dance which the ICS performed. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6IZh7N2I/AAAAAAAAA_U/HMb6vTw-ZIU/s1600-h/n710375550_6964710_4917306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342388605190616930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6IZh7N2I/AAAAAAAAA_U/HMb6vTw-ZIU/s400/n710375550_6964710_4917306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my my first Saree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6JPpwYCI/AAAAAAAAA_0/fmFm-0unG6c/s1600-h/V5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342388619718975522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6JPpwYCI/AAAAAAAAA_0/fmFm-0unG6c/s400/V5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alldressedup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6IYE_5KI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Cp8gc_Qo3yw/s1600-h/V9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342388604800853154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6IYE_5KI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Cp8gc_Qo3yw/s400/V9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6I4Vw06I/AAAAAAAAA_s/OWDjvG8Cfro/s1600-h/V4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342388613461103522" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6I4Vw06I/AAAAAAAAA_s/OWDjvG8Cfro/s400/V4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6Ipj8OJI/AAAAAAAAA_k/cpLqUysgEAM/s1600-h/V3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342388609494038674" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6Ipj8OJI/AAAAAAAAA_k/cpLqUysgEAM/s400/V3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Tas' colour. A lil lighter in real, and suits her skin lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6_P71HHI/AAAAAAAABAc/DzOoZsxUr7w/s1600-h/V10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389547507719282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6_P71HHI/AAAAAAAABAc/DzOoZsxUr7w/s400/V10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6-z3DT0I/AAAAAAAABAU/o7Fi6gacfwc/s1600-h/V12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389539971485506" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6-z3DT0I/AAAAAAAABAU/o7Fi6gacfwc/s400/V12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6-ctM_HI/AAAAAAAABAE/uzyfW3_0bAw/s1600-h/V18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389533756161138" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6-ctM_HI/AAAAAAAABAE/uzyfW3_0bAw/s400/V18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PD block ushers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6-7TKt-I/AAAAAAAABAM/P9M7Q_IkDY0/s1600-h/V17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389541968459746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6-7TKt-I/AAAAAAAABAM/P9M7Q_IkDY0/s400/V17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6-XoFFEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4kw_WHVUhj0/s1600-h/V19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389532392494146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6-XoFFEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4kw_WHVUhj0/s400/V19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaanavil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP8BuPGk0I/AAAAAAAABA0/X9CpVce0B-Q/s1600-h/V23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342390689512985410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP8BuPGk0I/AAAAAAAABA0/X9CpVce0B-Q/s400/V23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP8B_xtvPI/AAAAAAAABBE/3wERSGrG3Y0/s1600-h/V21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342390694221561074" style="WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP8B_xtvPI/AAAAAAAABBE/3wERSGrG3Y0/s400/V21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP8BnelO1I/AAAAAAAABA8/UI_GQPJwYHg/s1600-h/V22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342390687698860882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP8BnelO1I/AAAAAAAABA8/UI_GQPJwYHg/s400/V22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP8BNdTmxI/AAAAAAAABAs/C6rCgSVgi2o/s1600-h/V25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342390680714189586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP8BNdTmxI/AAAAAAAABAs/C6rCgSVgi2o/s400/V25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP8AzYf8GI/AAAAAAAABAk/5bf0Pxpq7Wo/s1600-h/V26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342390673714704482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP8AzYf8GI/AAAAAAAABAk/5bf0Pxpq7Wo/s400/V26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bling blue choker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9KSJ-_II/AAAAAAAABBs/CUIHeVCxmcU/s1600-h/V30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342391936105774210" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9KSJ-_II/AAAAAAAABBs/CUIHeVCxmcU/s400/V30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP90sLCGjI/AAAAAAAABCE/Gh0iSzITZeI/s1600-h/V35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342392664644000306" style="WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP90sLCGjI/AAAAAAAABCE/Gh0iSzITZeI/s400/V35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9KK1UHxI/AAAAAAAABBk/Vp2p6ClwENY/s1600-h/V31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342391934140030738" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9KK1UHxI/AAAAAAAABBk/Vp2p6ClwENY/s400/V31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9J_Y3buI/AAAAAAAABBc/e_n6jzlw7nc/s1600-h/V34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342391931067920098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9J_Y3buI/AAAAAAAABBc/e_n6jzlw7nc/s400/V34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Forlorn Indian woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9JiiHP1I/AAAAAAAABBU/TjCAffrdVZI/s1600-h/V37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342391923322077010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9JiiHP1I/AAAAAAAABBU/TjCAffrdVZI/s400/V37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Haresh, the usher IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9l-BkGSI/AAAAAAAABB0/-6p5ceGxgZc/s1600-h/V42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342392411738085666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9l-BkGSI/AAAAAAAABB0/-6p5ceGxgZc/s400/V42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost Indian. Melly's saree colour's actually &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; a nice cool green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9mIJQXuI/AAAAAAAABB8/__ch-1uKdIs/s1600-h/V44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342392414454701794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP9mIJQXuI/AAAAAAAABB8/__ch-1uKdIs/s400/V44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those involved. Some changed out already. Can spot us easily. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1777251804708939892?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1777251804708939892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1777251804708939892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1777251804708939892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1777251804708939892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/06/vaanavil.html' title='Vaanavil'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SiP6IZh7N2I/AAAAAAAAA_U/HMb6vTw-ZIU/s72-c/n710375550_6964710_4917306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-72116846242316698</id><published>2009-06-01T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:35:18.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Square 1</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, the well overflows.&lt;br /&gt;I was just afraid. Of what, I don't know. Sometimes I simply cannot figure out what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a go-getter, proactive kind of person. If I've ever exhibited such qualities, it was probably learned or acquired from experience and such and not an innate thing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really kinda hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-72116846242316698?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/72116846242316698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=72116846242316698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/72116846242316698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/72116846242316698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/06/square-1.html' title='Square 1'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5891966573127456212</id><published>2009-05-28T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:35:20.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Pamela</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs44/i/2009/133/b/a/inner_children__by_m0thyyku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 2's coming to an end. Mug season's coming. Pamela, focus, Pamela! One chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5891966573127456212?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5891966573127456212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5891966573127456212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5891966573127456212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5891966573127456212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/05/finding-pamela.html' title='Finding Pamela'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2522042465703334452</id><published>2009-05-25T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:23:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Doing?</title><content type='html'>Well, there's a test for Bio tomorrow and I've not started much. Congrats to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching GG, and the finale was not really good. Sad, even though Chuck and Blair are finally together, but everything was so rushy rushy and lame. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll pass tomorrow's test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2522042465703334452?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2522042465703334452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2522042465703334452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2522042465703334452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2522042465703334452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What Am I Doing?'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-798759649600081379</id><published>2009-05-22T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:33:33.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ShbDZjguhjI/AAAAAAAAA_M/KwmI9bt0fos/s1600-h/2663_75126000866_710120866_2723962_6169968_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338669252090955314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ShbDZjguhjI/AAAAAAAAA_M/KwmI9bt0fos/s400/2663_75126000866_710120866_2723962_6169968_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an old and horrible picture, but... yah.&lt;br /&gt;On Ms Heng's B'day! I remember we gave her a scare where Eeling faked she was sick and we all hid in the stairs. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;Well, tomorrow's a hectic day and I kinda feel sad 'bout that. We're going to Talentime, to support dear MELLY! I seriously hope she wins, and also my dear classmates Lynette and Xueni! Wee hope it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh everyone seems so busy lately. Well, I should be too. And I think I am, with so much work to catch up on. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my emo period is gone for good and I'll be all optimistic and a lil more cheerful? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, should count my blessings more often and... current motto is to learn to not take things for granted. I always complain (inside my head) about why and this and that. But I guess it's time to really look around and realise it's not so bad and I should appreciate what I already have, and not lack. Easier said than done, but I'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-798759649600081379?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/798759649600081379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=798759649600081379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/798759649600081379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/798759649600081379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/05/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count your blessings'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ShbDZjguhjI/AAAAAAAAA_M/KwmI9bt0fos/s72-c/2663_75126000866_710120866_2723962_6169968_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5755670737943316811</id><published>2009-05-16T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:19:11.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is constant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coolest-gadgets.com/wp-content/uploads/chalk_mug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug,&lt;br /&gt;I love books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was showed some documentary on the Jihad and terrorism in GP class yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I kinda admire the suicide bombers' and terrorists' determination in achieving what they want and the kind of faith they have in the Holy War and such stuff, albeit it being too extreme and dangerous. But I really admire the strength of their faith. Personally, I cannot find one thing that can command so much faith from me, so much determination and bravery. Don't you think? Won't it be nice, to have something you believe in so much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5755670737943316811?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5755670737943316811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5755670737943316811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5755670737943316811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5755670737943316811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/05/mug.html' title='Change is constant'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1163873711357209086</id><published>2009-05-14T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:51:07.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blow and wish'/><title type='text'>Bleak Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://catpuff-noir.deviantart.com/art/Blow-and-Wish-77486338"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs30/f/2008/158/a/5/a556d6c29db81191bd3b5e09673e066c.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love... the love... the love...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1163873711357209086?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1163873711357209086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1163873711357209086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1163873711357209086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1163873711357209086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/05/bleak-moments.html' title='Bleak Moments'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3519532708779599194</id><published>2009-05-12T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:54:19.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow-mo Lomo</title><content type='html'>I can't go to sleep! I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually thinking of buying a Fujifilm Instax 200 instant camera. $99 It's better than the Mini 7s even though its so much uglier and bulkier, because it takes bigger pictures! The minis take credit card sized pictures. Puny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/2302895201_f3e73bd036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/2464299546_c4dffcdf56.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pretty afraid it'll be on impulse, that I'll lose interest and not use it after some time. I don't wanna waste money you see, especially when it's my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I should I should I? Unless someone's kind enough to give me one. Ha! Or if you know of anyone selling second-hand, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought of buying a Holga. But I don't think I would, since I know little bout how to use it. But the holga pictures are seriously pretty !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa165/8storeytree/120GCFN_TB.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa165/8storeytree/529M.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://flowerpod.com.sg/forums/redirect.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fimg401.imageshack.us%2Fimg401%2F441%2Fd1030003rs6.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://flowerpod.com.sg/forums/redirect.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fimg401.imageshack.us%2Fimg401%2F2889%2Fd1030011rz5.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3519532708779599194?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3519532708779599194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3519532708779599194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3519532708779599194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3519532708779599194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/05/slow-mo-lomo.html' title='Slow-mo Lomo'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/2302895201_f3e73bd036_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-4388646819685952691</id><published>2009-05-10T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:14:29.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs40/f/2009/024/e/d/Brand_Irony_1___Just_Do_It_by_sharadhaksar.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one! Thought this was really interesting. By &lt;a class="u" href="http://sharadhaksar.deviantart.com/"&gt;sharadhaksar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Shall share some amazing photos from my deviantart favourites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://curlytops.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs43/i/2009/125/4/6/sonic_boom_by_curlytops.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andyp89.deviantart.com/art/Tales-121042202"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs45/i/2009/121/d/7/Tales_by_andyp89.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andyp89.deviantart.com/art/Enchant-105554934"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs39/i/2008/341/5/8/Enchant_by_andyp89.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal favourite err... deviant. &lt;a class="u" href="http://m0thyyku.deviantart.com/"&gt;m0thyyku&lt;/a&gt; ! Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://m0thyyku.deviantart.com/art/red-sonata-121418108"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs45/i/2009/124/9/8/red_sonata__by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://m0thyyku.deviantart.com/art/spring-breeze-121625861"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs44/i/2009/126/5/4/spring_breeze__by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://m0thyyku.deviantart.com/art/clair-de-lune-115983842"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs45/i/2009/074/4/8/clair_de_lune__by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://m0thyyku.deviantart.com/art/other-visions-114936171"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs45/i/2009/064/6/5/other_visions__by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://m0thyyku.deviantart.com/art/wild-clouds-119213284"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs45/i/2009/104/7/e/wild_clouds__by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emirkurtaran.deviantart.com/art/the-wedding-119097281"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs43/f/2009/103/8/7/873c08f9356369536963e0d2330ebc78.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovemypimples.deviantart.com/favourites/#_featured"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs44/f/2009/095/d/e/de6027eb24387cfa12adfbfccc33f8e9.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sga1RSP0PrI/AAAAAAAAA_E/qtMDbmMvWzU/s1600-h/Edddd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150117227511474" style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sga1RSP0PrI/AAAAAAAAA_E/qtMDbmMvWzU/s400/Edddd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck and Blair! Looks like the Twilight poster. Haha. But nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-4388646819685952691?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/4388646819685952691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=4388646819685952691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4388646819685952691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4388646819685952691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sga1RSP0PrI/AAAAAAAAA_E/qtMDbmMvWzU/s72-c/Edddd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3076613323209934383</id><published>2009-05-08T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:47:16.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to be proud of the fact that I'm different. That everyone's different.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to learn a lot of things. Things I've missed out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt shock, but maybe also relief that there are others out there. It made my worries seem trivial and paranoid. But probably unlike them, we're not making effort to mend or even acknowledging it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3076613323209934383?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3076613323209934383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3076613323209934383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3076613323209934383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3076613323209934383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-775337519839210100</id><published>2009-05-07T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:58:24.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wing tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SgLMq94KEHI/AAAAAAAAA-8/5lavZ-8J-tc/s1600-h/Melissa+Wingtips+in+Cotton+Candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333049947296764018" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SgLMq94KEHI/AAAAAAAAA-8/5lavZ-8J-tc/s400/Melissa+Wingtips+in+Cotton+Candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-775337519839210100?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/775337519839210100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=775337519839210100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/775337519839210100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/775337519839210100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/05/wing-tips.html' title='Wing tips'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SgLMq94KEHI/AAAAAAAAA-8/5lavZ-8J-tc/s72-c/Melissa+Wingtips+in+Cotton+Candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-4278634929091040742</id><published>2009-04-29T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:18:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unseen Unheard Untold</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs36/f/2008/264/1/2/Wish_You_Were_Here_by_Nhung.jpg" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really sure I would be getting a Bronze for my nafta test this year, since my standing broad would never be a D and above. BUT I finally jumped a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;165cm&lt;/span&gt;! Which is a D. Woohoo. Taking into consideration that a few weeks ago I took like half an hour to get a result of 158 to pass. And just minutes before I got 165, I was jumping at 130+ lengths. So now I have a silver! It's a major achievement to me, I wish I could write it in my testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this freaking irritating teacher who kept catching me for my tie pin on Mondays. I lost it together with my tie like a month ago and I kept forgetting to buy the pin. 4$ leh! Ultra ex. So this Monday I was about to get caught for the third time. HENG she didn't catch me, I crossed my arms over the tie pin area. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I was reminded of the time, I guess in Sec 2, when I forgot to put on my collar pin during some thingy. And Ms Ridz was so fierce and catching for pins. And Ahsabi just took off their own pins and stood up with me for punishment! Aww, fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Talentime quarterfinals auditions today at LT5. Mel&amp;amp;co did great! I think they'll get in. I think this year, the standard's higher than last year's. No nonsense for fun people, which is a tad boring though. And there's so much lesser people. Maybe everyone else was in LT1, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianzzz. I can't wait for the weekends ! I look at my calendar and there's test after test. And I'm still doing so badly, I'm quite mad at myself for being so unmotivated and lazy and not serious. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling very emotional this week. Shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-4278634929091040742?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/4278634929091040742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=4278634929091040742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4278634929091040742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4278634929091040742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/04/unseen-unheard-untold.html' title='Unseen Unheard Untold'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-7482533218941273534</id><published>2009-04-25T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:22:03.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Callie's dad: You don't have children, do you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chief: No I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Callie's dad: No you don't, because if you did... Your daughter's a grown woman that means nothing. She's my child. It's like blood running thorugh my veins. It never goes away, the love, the need to protect them from everything, &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;, even from themselves. They grow up, they move out, they change, become people you don't even recognise, make decisions. And they think you don't love them because they don't understand. But it's the opposite. You find for them always, you never surrender, when your child's on the line, you never surrender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-7482533218941273534?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/7482533218941273534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=7482533218941273534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7482533218941273534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7482533218941273534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_25.html' title='&quot;'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1861638353795153643</id><published>2009-04-17T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:40:11.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>Been really free this week. I reached home like before 3.30 almost everyday. And it seems like everyone else always have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate yong tau foo for the whole week, Monday till Friday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I feel so bored. Maybe I'll go get a book or two tomorrow. Or buy somemore hairclips and rubber bands and facial wash yaddah. Or maybe even bake or cook up something. Or maybe sew something, damn should have gotten some cloth today since I was in Chinatown. Gimme some ideas of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should just do some 200 maths questions. Study you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless.&lt;br /&gt;I hope April will pass sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1861638353795153643?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1861638353795153643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1861638353795153643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1861638353795153643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1861638353795153643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_17.html' title=':/'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-6498991261360941607</id><published>2009-04-09T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:50:15.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果幸福的话你就拍拍手</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sd3e13tvyGI/AAAAAAAAA-0/BYUqyWKQXqw/s1600-h/lookbook6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322655351692052578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sd3e13tvyGI/AAAAAAAAA-0/BYUqyWKQXqw/s400/lookbook6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Release of PW results today. I got a B! Well, not the best but it's pretty alright right? Feels kinda weird, like I've already secured 2 of my A level results. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing much going on recently. Or that I can't recall. Super boring. Some flunking of tests, some passed. Read a couple of books. Wasted a ton of time probably day-dreaming. Trying to save money. I need a little more excitement in my life. I can't recall what I did the last 2 weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow's Good Friday! Awesome. Not like anything exciting's gonna happen, but at least I can sleep late !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-6498991261360941607?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/6498991261360941607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=6498991261360941607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6498991261360941607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6498991261360941607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='如果幸福的话你就拍拍手'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sd3e13tvyGI/AAAAAAAAA-0/BYUqyWKQXqw/s72-c/lookbook6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3180204905251610977</id><published>2009-03-28T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:52:32.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't hide within your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/1999/posters/green_mile_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://www.impawards.com/1999/posters/green_mile_ver1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Green Mile this afternoon. Old movie from back in 1999 and adapted from a Stephen King novel. Long movie, around 3 hours? Got a bit boring at the beginning, didn't understand some stuff. But I got pretty shocked by some unexpected twists. I kinda cringed at some points, and cried at many more other points. Kinda deep, till now I don't really understand the meaning behind some stuff. But still it's nice. And I like Tom Hanks. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3180204905251610977?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3180204905251610977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3180204905251610977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3180204905251610977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3180204905251610977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/03/watched-green-mile-this-afternoon.html' title='You can&apos;t hide within your heart'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1275446577582437053</id><published>2009-03-23T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:53:55.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simun says</title><content type='html'>So I went for SIMUN. Didn't really do anything there except sleep, eat, stone, drool. Made friends... but with JJ people though. Sad that I didn't get to befriend the other students, they mostly talked with people they allied with and inactive people like me just get stashed into the corner. Around 90% were from international schools. Lots of them were really smart and knowledgeable, which explains my passiveness. I could hear their brains wheezing beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdoIPq5zDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/7JvfrCblqDE/s1600-h/n654375604_2793776_2403400+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316332375988882482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdoIPq5zDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/7JvfrCblqDE/s400/n654375604_2793776_2403400+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdoH4GmSfI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8A6HNqk7jIU/s1600-h/n654375604_2793764_1868626+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316332369662593522" style="WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdoH4GmSfI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8A6HNqk7jIU/s400/n654375604_2793764_1868626+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdoI2zsfPI/AAAAAAAAA-c/hKtLToSiEqg/s1600-h/SIMUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316332386494741746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdoI2zsfPI/AAAAAAAAA-c/hKtLToSiEqg/s400/SIMUN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdqHinw_ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/6FYgElKmfVs/s1600-h/n654375604_2793770_489188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316334562919382418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdqHinw_ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/6FYgElKmfVs/s400/n654375604_2793770_489188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdoIHqua7I/AAAAAAAAA-U/EKynCw89was/s1600-h/S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316332373840653234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdoIHqua7I/AAAAAAAAA-U/EKynCw89was/s400/S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1275446577582437053?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1275446577582437053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1275446577582437053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1275446577582437053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1275446577582437053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/03/simun-says.html' title='Simun says'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/ScdoIPq5zDI/AAAAAAAAA-M/7JvfrCblqDE/s72-c/n654375604_2793776_2403400+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3358745558402512476</id><published>2009-03-20T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:02:41.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc85.deviantart.com/fs40/i/2009/040/c/4/the_ghost__by_m0thyyku.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3358745558402512476?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3358745558402512476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3358745558402512476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3358745558402512476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3358745558402512476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/03/chance.html' title='Chance'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-4812050367037951519</id><published>2009-03-16T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:51:30.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sporty</title><content type='html'>And on Friday the 13th was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r3YFTN5I/AAAAAAAAA74/VQFWlfxN2jk/s1600-h/DSC07825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313732840701245330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r3YFTN5I/AAAAAAAAA74/VQFWlfxN2jk/s400/DSC07825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r3-cXIcI/AAAAAAAAA8A/mvYVNiUvWSY/s1600-h/DSC07800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313732850998518210" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r3-cXIcI/AAAAAAAAA8A/mvYVNiUvWSY/s400/DSC07800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owens house mascot ! Cute green dino. And guess who was in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r35VJeJI/AAAAAAAAA8I/sxgdAMcIJmM/s1600-h/DSC07809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313732849626085522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r35VJeJI/AAAAAAAAA8I/sxgdAMcIJmM/s400/DSC07809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear classmate Megan ! LOL. Poor girl, she was sweating like nobody's business. If it was me, I would have fainted by the first hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r4VF_GOI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/gcb_x5K1dzM/s1600-h/DSC07811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313732857078683874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r4VF_GOI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/gcb_x5K1dzM/s400/DSC07811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Dr Gan's son. Really cute ! And we realised the children were pretty afraid of the big furry dino! LOL. Dr Yee's daughter would like step back when the dino stepped toward her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r4q3uU4I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/0KmWEdt1Kww/s1600-h/DSC07813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313732862924444546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r4q3uU4I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/0KmWEdt1Kww/s400/DSC07813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During some lame event, escaping from the blazing sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4sSXtrHeI/AAAAAAAAA8g/C3fmED8sJVA/s1600-h/DSC07814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313733304458616290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4sSXtrHeI/AAAAAAAAA8g/C3fmED8sJVA/s400/DSC07814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the interval, we found other stuff to do. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4sS22t8hI/AAAAAAAAA8o/-q3EFQKs3w4/s1600-h/DSC07814%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313733312818049554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4sS22t8hI/AAAAAAAAA8o/-q3EFQKs3w4/s400/DSC07814%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A race on our own ! Hahaha! I would like to think I won first. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4sTBEZE7I/AAAAAAAAA8w/PetnFNiwwAw/s1600-h/DSC07820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313733315559756722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4sTBEZE7I/AAAAAAAAA8w/PetnFNiwwAw/s400/DSC07820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear 08S25 farters! Haha fartlek girls, and the other Owens people who don't seem as jovial as our people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4sTWgAe8I/AAAAAAAAA84/7ZvrAByxocE/s1600-h/DSC07823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313733321312730050" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4sTWgAe8I/AAAAAAAAA84/7ZvrAByxocE/s400/DSC07823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go Owens, let's go!!! A lot of people were down and cheering. Love this kinda atmostphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4sTX1T66I/AAAAAAAAA9A/zKcdinAn5O0/s1600-h/DSC07828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313733321670519714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4sTX1T66I/AAAAAAAAA9A/zKcdinAn5O0/s400/DSC07828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly melly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4skB8dreI/AAAAAAAAA9I/YMvgnJlpw7I/s1600-h/DSC07831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313733607852715490" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4skB8dreI/AAAAAAAAA9I/YMvgnJlpw7I/s400/DSC07831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chew ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4skXKC50I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/kbaDogr_mOc/s1600-h/DSC07832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313733613546825538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4skXKC50I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/kbaDogr_mOc/s400/DSC07832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On da field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4skTUjt8I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ARxAk80941Y/s1600-h/CIMG6706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313733612517177282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4skTUjt8I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ARxAk80941Y/s400/CIMG6706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! And our dear winners! For the 4x100 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this concludes probably the last sports day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;Gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-4812050367037951519?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/4812050367037951519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=4812050367037951519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4812050367037951519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4812050367037951519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-sporty.html' title='For the sporty'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/Sb4r3YFTN5I/AAAAAAAAA74/VQFWlfxN2jk/s72-c/DSC07825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-7372966729690922336</id><published>2009-03-07T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:38:32.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SbJbZJwRgCI/AAAAAAAAA7s/hIMQS5hWfPw/s1600-h/zipia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310407398296485922" style="WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SbJbZJwRgCI/AAAAAAAAA7s/hIMQS5hWfPw/s400/zipia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I oughta be studying my ass off right now. But what did I just do? I spent like an hour browsing through zipia.net. Anyway, zipia is like my new fave now. Pretty pictures they have man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I have like 5 tests next week! And Friday is sports day so it's gonna be a 4-day week only. Maybe I'll never survive to enjoy my March hols! Wish all the best, people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, something to be happy about. I scored pretty well for my A chinese! Yay! Not like it's a freaking H2, but still! Surprisingly, I'm not jumping in joy over it. Shrugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-7372966729690922336?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/7372966729690922336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=7372966729690922336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7372966729690922336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7372966729690922336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-oughta-be-studying-my-ass-off-right.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SbJbZJwRgCI/AAAAAAAAA7s/hIMQS5hWfPw/s72-c/zipia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5841510847066529727</id><published>2009-03-02T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:46:02.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1676668c68374f9f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1676668c68374f9f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331347862%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BB57FBDADC967166069B5C937355432BA695D0C.20C175FD6DCBBF9530824DC40BAA84794EB91BB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1676668c68374f9f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di9dfFsvivvEIZtDp0Qc-VVBHe-4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1676668c68374f9f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331347862%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BB57FBDADC967166069B5C937355432BA695D0C.20C175FD6DCBBF9530824DC40BAA84794EB91BB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1676668c68374f9f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di9dfFsvivvEIZtDp0Qc-VVBHe-4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look back at these stupid videos, I feel like laughing to myself. I guess I was a lil outta my mind. Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a limit to everything I guess. I was probably too stubborn to see anything at all. Stop blaming and start accepting. Right now I just need some time, maturity and determination. It's not an easy feat. I need to stick firmly to the belief that every thing that was given or happened to me, however minute, was for a reason. I just haven't understood the reason why. Well, you never see yourself too clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, just fight on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm trying damn hard to save money now. Self-control, girl! Gambate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5841510847066529727?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5841510847066529727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5841510847066529727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5841510847066529727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5841510847066529727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/03/limit.html' title='Limit'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-8004589441084767216</id><published>2009-02-20T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:22:42.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a little bit caught in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/2nTSU-mFWGs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2nTSU-mFWGs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like her voice. I like this song !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-8004589441084767216?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/8004589441084767216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=8004589441084767216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/8004589441084767216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/8004589441084767216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-little-bit-caught-in-middle.html' title='I&amp;#39;m just a little bit caught in the middle'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1075300993368902838</id><published>2009-02-19T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:41:06.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs32/300W/i/2008/231/e/c/Film_strip_hello_kitty_by_Goedele91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard to save money. Not very successful, but I believe if I keep on having this mentality, one day I'll be able to save like at least half of my pocket money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrendous week. So many tests. Just had maths test today, and it was DAMN demoralising. And suddenly I had this dunno from where realisation that it's going to be very hard for me to score As for As. Especially chem! Which I haven't scored an A for probably 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling idiotic. Post menstrual symptom maybe. Melissa did the "you're on my nerves" thing again. But we realised it's more of you're on my veins. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would have bad luck. Cause Monday I was shocked by a black cat sitting right outside the lift door early in the morning. Didn't even budge when everyone went right pass it. Creepy. Instead, I had good luck! Didn't bring tie, and miraculously the assembly was cancelled right after Ms Heng found out my no tie and almost freaked out. LOL!! Week hasn't ended, hope it'll stay as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll be as hard-working as this week. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1075300993368902838?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1075300993368902838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1075300993368902838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1075300993368902838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1075300993368902838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5479630466932737264</id><published>2009-02-14T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:33:16.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.axport.com/movies/2008-Hollywood-Movies/images/2008movies_BenjaminButton.jpg" width="250" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button and Slumdog Millionaire this week. Both really good movies! Must watch. Slumdog was a refreshing movie and generally better than BB though. However personally I like BB more, it's more my kind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well and Happy Valentine's, everyone! I enjoyed my Vday eve. Haha. Exchanged presents and all, happy occasion. Didn't really concentrate in lessons. Ms Heng's back too! Missed her. Had movie and dinner with Jin, Xin and Yy. Pleasant day! :DD Hope you enjoyed your Vday. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many tests next week though. I can hear the thunderclouds rumbling already, storm's coming! Gahhhh! Boo. ;(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5479630466932737264?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5479630466932737264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5479630466932737264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5479630466932737264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5479630466932737264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/02/watched-curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='Stuck'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-7612171623779876794</id><published>2009-02-05T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:58:25.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tummy's growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SYrSwsUORgI/AAAAAAAAA7k/NWmAqs9mVNU/s1600-h/974316811_2337b238a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299279645526345218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SYrSwsUORgI/AAAAAAAAA7k/NWmAqs9mVNU/s400/974316811_2337b238a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My recent crave-guo tie! Or pan fried dumplings. I think they're very addictive. Mum bought a pack of frozen dumplings and I made and ate guo tie with two-thirds of it. After finishing it, last week I went to buy some more! They are like the most oily snack that exists, yet I've been eating them so often. Oh noooo.... I think it's the vinegar. It goes incredibly well with vinegar, the dark kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been eating sooooo much lately. So damn unhealthy can. But I just can't stop. ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-7612171623779876794?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/7612171623779876794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=7612171623779876794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7612171623779876794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7612171623779876794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-tummys-growing.html' title='My tummy&apos;s growing'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SYrSwsUORgI/AAAAAAAAA7k/NWmAqs9mVNU/s72-c/974316811_2337b238a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5097072920420565031</id><published>2009-01-31T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:19:15.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz</title><content type='html'>I feel freaking free you know. Like everyone else has so much more stuff to do than me. Though I pretty like it this way, I get to think of what to do with my free time and all. Given the amount of time I have on my hands, I should be doing pretty well studies wise ya know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;If you out there ever need to find someone free to help you out something or to go out, ask me ! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About CNY, it was quite boring for me. This year wasn't so bad, I quite enjoyed gambling. Won like only $1.90 from all the gambling though. zzz CNY to me really is only about the excuse for more new clothes and for eating and pigging too much and angpows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5097072920420565031?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5097072920420565031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5097072920420565031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5097072920420565031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5097072920420565031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-freaking-free-you-know.html' title='Zzz'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3122567403290603989</id><published>2009-01-26T02:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:49:14.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting further Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/ACzCc5Ye8uQ"&gt;&lt;embed height="'350'" width="'425'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" src="'http://youtube.com/v/ACzCc5Ye8uQ'/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Don't go too deep into the flood&lt;br /&gt;Don't wade too long, you'll poison my love&lt;br /&gt;Don't shut me out,don't hold it all in&lt;br /&gt;Don't let my venom get under your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every word and every turn&lt;br /&gt;Every sign points to your hurt&lt;br /&gt;With every hour your drifting futher away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come make your peace, come find your way&lt;br /&gt;Come lay your wreath at the alter of change&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your step, don't break the bones&lt;br /&gt;Don't shoulder the burden out there on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every word and every turn&lt;br /&gt;Every sign points to your hurt&lt;br /&gt;With every hour your drifting futher away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't banish me then bid me home&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me where I came undone&lt;br /&gt;Don't harbour love like it's all your own&lt;br /&gt;Then linger over what you've done&lt;br /&gt;Don't sink underneath the weight of&lt;br /&gt;when you're trying to caryy way too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never should have let go&lt;br /&gt;You could have joined in the whole showI never should have let go&lt;br /&gt;I never should have let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every word and every turn&lt;br /&gt;Every sign points to your hurt&lt;br /&gt;With every hour you're drifting further away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe my mum prepared so long for this dinner that was gone in 30 minutes. Bought ingredients as early as Thursday, started preparing right from morning today and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3122567403290603989?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3122567403290603989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3122567403290603989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3122567403290603989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3122567403290603989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/01/powderfinger-drifting-further-away_4384.html' title='Drifting further Away'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-383344598258172381</id><published>2009-01-24T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:54:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My momma always said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/EM2m3nSApc/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/EM2m3nSApc/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=EM2m3nSApc"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=EM2m3nSApc"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=EM2m3nSApc"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=EM2m3nSApc"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/EM2m3nSApc/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ocima/music/Fwl7w66F/feather_theme_from_forrest_gump/"&gt;Feather Theme from Forrest Gump - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Forrest Gump. I love it so much it's now one of my favourite movies !! Very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-383344598258172381?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/383344598258172381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=383344598258172381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/383344598258172381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/383344598258172381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-momma-always-said.html' title='My momma always said...'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5359859042485501049</id><published>2009-01-21T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:14:20.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We met Met</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXcDCnXuANI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hWE09SMwz8U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293703230460395730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXcDCnXuANI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hWE09SMwz8U/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Met the other day. Koped from Xin's blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to Maths US program. I'm sure I'm going to get like 15/50. And Chem US. And all the remedials available. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5359859042485501049?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5359859042485501049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5359859042485501049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5359859042485501049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5359859042485501049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-met-met.html' title='We met Met'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXcDCnXuANI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hWE09SMwz8U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3310682926064654388</id><published>2009-01-17T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:35:40.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dong dong chiang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXH5VzYSGMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/pTuQI0lxPpo/s1600-h/img_landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292285190101670082" style="WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXH5VzYSGMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/pTuQI0lxPpo/s400/img_landing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Growl. I'm not done with CNY shopping, and it's only next next week! Hate but love buying CNY clothes. Kinda troublesome actually. I feel like doing a debit card now. Can order from overseas websites eh ! Didn't think of it before loh. So tempting can, but then I'll spend so much more, but it's going to be so much faster and more convenient than spree-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study! There seems to be so many things to study and do now! Hope I'll keep up with everything. School life's like pretty mundane. I better sleep earlier for next week. I've been dozing off a lot in classes, and I bet it's cause I didn't sleep early enough. Growl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3310682926064654388?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3310682926064654388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3310682926064654388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3310682926064654388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3310682926064654388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/01/growl.html' title='Dong dong chiang'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXH5VzYSGMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/pTuQI0lxPpo/s72-c/img_landing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-7538196667113999026</id><published>2009-01-16T22:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:53:49.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCdykHg6eI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_dQEbsHHywg/s1600-h/shopimg_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291903054174546402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCdykHg6eI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_dQEbsHHywg/s400/shopimg_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oooh stupid Metinee came back this week !!!!!!!!! Seriously surprising. Missed us too much right. It was nice to see her after so long. Still very metinee. Probably back in Thai by now already though. Very short stay can ! And it's the first week of school, and everyone's having lessons and she came back now. Sad loh. Come back again soon! Nevermind, I'll fly there the next time instead, maybe in 2010. LOL. Sorry ah, really very poor you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surprised Melly with cupcakes on her birthday. Seriously I thought we were being very obvious, what with the eye exchanges and stuff. But she didn't suspect a thing and I'm glad she was sincerely surprised! We had late lunch at Fig &amp;amp; Olive. Nice food there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCbkNWXb4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/ZXrXvTnCwQA/s1600-h/P1120727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291900608521400194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCbkNWXb4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/ZXrXvTnCwQA/s400/P1120727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCbj1d56rI/AAAAAAAAA6o/utz3VR7B5qQ/s1600-h/Documents12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291900602110569138" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCbj1d56rI/AAAAAAAAA6o/utz3VR7B5qQ/s400/Documents12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCbjmgGtVI/AAAAAAAAA6g/hQQVB7Y6B8M/s1600-h/P1120720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291900598093264210" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCbjmgGtVI/AAAAAAAAA6g/hQQVB7Y6B8M/s400/P1120720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCbjnmzF2I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/rriuAa9-Dhk/s1600-h/P1120708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291900598389774178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCbjnmzF2I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/rriuAa9-Dhk/s400/P1120708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCbjFzqoEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/U9N-F77n2xg/s1600-h/P1120719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291900589316939842" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCbjFzqoEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/U9N-F77n2xg/s400/P1120719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCcRBbCBGI/AAAAAAAAA7A/MgF5nG-Nn3w/s1600-h/P1120722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291901378413855842" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCcRBbCBGI/AAAAAAAAA7A/MgF5nG-Nn3w/s400/P1120722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the first week of school !&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY it feels like we've been back to school for months. Probably because the J1s are not in yet and we're carrying on with lessons as if we just came back from the June hols! Very like the O Levels time mood. This time it's called the A Levels mood, but somehow more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a big aim of scoring straight As! Well, a minimum of Cs for prelims, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-7538196667113999026?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/7538196667113999026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=7538196667113999026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7538196667113999026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7538196667113999026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/01/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SXCdykHg6eI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_dQEbsHHywg/s72-c/shopimg_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2892428049555999673</id><published>2009-01-12T19:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:20:48.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swoosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWstZM2nsDI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/V-IOkem14gg/s1600-h/P1060573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290372098247077938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWstZM2nsDI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/V-IOkem14gg/s400/P1060573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's the start of school today.&lt;br /&gt;Looking not too bad. Lots of hard work to be put in this year. New Maths teacher isn't bad, feels like I'll do not too bad for the subject. Feels DAMN weird to be called a J2. Can you imagine it? So fast. I don't even feel like one. Went to school without thinking 'bout this J2 title thing. Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's melly's birthday! Happy birthday melissa! (You're welcome.) Shall put up some pictures bout today some other time, when I manage to kope them over. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some pictures! Been long since I last put up pictures of things that happened. With clique, there's always lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun tanning with melly and chew ling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsua3z49WI/AAAAAAAAA44/RCFkKboZjag/s1600-h/DSC06401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290373226469848418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsua3z49WI/AAAAAAAAA44/RCFkKboZjag/s400/DSC06401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsuaSVLibI/AAAAAAAAA4o/9wst6LUVQ4A/s1600-h/P1080577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290373216408930738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsuaSVLibI/AAAAAAAAA4o/9wst6LUVQ4A/s400/P1080577.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsuau0ThoI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UFgyPyfLog4/s1600-h/DSC06410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290373224055670402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsuau0ThoI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UFgyPyfLog4/s400/DSC06410.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290373213916644210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsuaJC-Q3I/AAAAAAAAA4g/KhLQMxFiF4Q/s400/DSC06434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HortPark! Wonderful pretty place. Full of flowers and fantastic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsx0P-zmSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_uIcdScXFTo/s1600-h/DSC06486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290376960989698338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsx0P-zmSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_uIcdScXFTo/s400/DSC06486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picniced there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsx0I-DbkI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/wpvDI2Sdnl4/s1600-h/DSC06441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290376959107493442" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsx0I-DbkI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/wpvDI2Sdnl4/s400/DSC06441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsxz9u-vEI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EJcB_x2d-Nw/s1600-h/DSC06481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290376956091481154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsxz9u-vEI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EJcB_x2d-Nw/s400/DSC06481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tas had to leave, so me mel ling went town, ate junk, walked around. So mel brought us over to the highway. Freakyyyy! I thought it was a safe nice comfy place to sit she was bringing us to. Got a shock when I saw the moving cars right below and mel hopping over and sitting by the ledge dangling her feet over!&lt;br /&gt;She kind of overlooked this thing called fear of heights. But I overcomed it after quite a while. I did manage to move over and sit in the end ok. Really nice place, anyway. Amazing experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsxzrGPVmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/NqxSdq_wulo/s1600-h/DSC06516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290376951088764514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWsxzrGPVmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/NqxSdq_wulo/s400/DSC06516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, Happy Birthday Melissa !&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2892428049555999673?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2892428049555999673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2892428049555999673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2892428049555999673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2892428049555999673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-start-of-school-today.html' title='Swoosh'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SWstZM2nsDI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/V-IOkem14gg/s72-c/P1060573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1276436024409029940</id><published>2009-01-08T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:00:01.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the looking glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc62.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/147/5/4/CameraGirl_in_Vintage_by_andre_supersampler.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To understand, to balance, to keep from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the murky glass.&lt;br /&gt;We never see ourselves too clearly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1276436024409029940?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1276436024409029940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1276436024409029940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1276436024409029940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1276436024409029940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-looking-glass.html' title='Through the looking glass'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-324790847503397508</id><published>2009-01-04T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:18:13.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody said it was easy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard.&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/16824723-324790847503397508?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/324790847503397508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=324790847503397508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/324790847503397508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/324790847503397508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/01/nobody-said-it-was-easy-no-one-ever.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-5155853622386350430</id><published>2009-01-02T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:40:19.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish wash</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc28.deviantart.com/fs39/i/2008/363/5/7/winter_air__by_m0thyyku.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-5155853622386350430?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/5155853622386350430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=5155853622386350430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5155853622386350430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/5155853622386350430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='wish wash'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-7263216935694802993</id><published>2008-12-31T22:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:53:27.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>New year, new resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a fast year, 2008. Can't even remember what I really did all this year. Not sure if it's a good or bad thing. Anyway, I think I did fulfill say a couple of tiny unimportant resolutions this year. Not bad. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, setting goals for 09, though not as if I ever really fulfill them. But it's nice, to know I have some expectations of myself at least. I dream a lot actually, but they always stay as dreams. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and new skin! Fresh start. :DD I edited the picture! Colour, effects, words. You like it?&lt;br /&gt;Love that phrase, from Chasing Cars. Hope it'll serve as some form of reminder to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll definitely get myself a camera and I plan to do a scrapbook for this year, noting down all the events and things I do for this new year. It's my last school year, at least one that I'm wearing uniform, feels more schooly. And it's my eighteenth year of existence. Must leave some thing for me to reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc77.deviantart.com/fs38/i/2008/341/1/0/Bella__s_Scrapbook_by_garette16.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2. Save money, save money, save money, save money, save money, save money, save money. Not the greatest thing on Earth. But it's important and hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Study more, play less. I wanna score straight As! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Look more on how I can change my future, rather than dwell on my past mistakes. No matter how many chances I have to change my past decisions, it will still turn out as it is, because I'll still be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be more healthy and don't always succumb to my more than occasional food cravings. And exercise more, more, more. My last PE year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc68.deviantart.com/fs36/f/2008/273/8/1/81d748708d6d70d90db70fa36843a649.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;6. Stop being lazy! Not very attainable, I've been like this since like what, eight? Hard to kick, but &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Spend more time with mommy! I feel very bad about that. I'm always ignoring her in the mornings because I'm always moody when I just wake up. But she's always very nice and persistent and keeps on nagging regardless. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Like today, both siblings out to party and I'm being the nice daughter, accompaning mummy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cultivate the kind of personality I've always dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Stop wasting time like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://th00.deviantart.com/fs31/300W/i/2008/188/f/1/CLICK_by_andre_supersampler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, Happy 2009, peeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-7263216935694802993?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/7263216935694802993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=7263216935694802993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7263216935694802993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7263216935694802993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-8365247015695938575</id><published>2008-12-29T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:40:25.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/b6HUNOtYlY/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/b6HUNOtYlY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fab song! Quite old one, but still nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-8365247015695938575?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/8365247015695938575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=8365247015695938575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/8365247015695938575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/8365247015695938575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/fab-song-quite-old-one-but-still-nice.html' title='The Scientist'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3327493976648911779</id><published>2008-12-28T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:41:05.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SVcF-wqXHNI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/G1ImUqpVQw4/s1600-h/screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284699263515172050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SVcF-wqXHNI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/G1ImUqpVQw4/s400/screenshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My desktop. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;So not like me. But... yah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3327493976648911779?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3327493976648911779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3327493976648911779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3327493976648911779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3327493976648911779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-desktop.html' title='Ed'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SVcF-wqXHNI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/G1ImUqpVQw4/s72-c/screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-254555523714717778</id><published>2008-12-27T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:41:28.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck</title><content type='html'>OMG I think I'm in love with Chuck, after yesteday's photo hunt. Hahaha! Not the show, just Chuck. I was reading my book and I imagined the lead's voice to be Chuck's! Omg !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-254555523714717778?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/254555523714717778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=254555523714717778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/254555523714717778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/254555523714717778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-i-think-im-in-love-with-chuck-after.html' title='Chuck'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-6358330252960258440</id><published>2008-12-26T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:41:58.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas over. Work's over. Nicked half a roll of ribbon and a box of staples home. Haha. All suggested by Zakiah. She took so much more last year can! You can't imagine. Anyway, I'm probably not going to see so many of those people again I guess. Like Letitia, Mitchelle, Meixian, Magdalene, Maykee... Hmm, I'll miss them. Working at B1's been good. Our level seems to be having the least problems, and the most hard-working (no choice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start on my homework soon. As expected, I didn't touch a single thing!!! One question of Chem doesn't count. God !!! I don't wanna do my homework. Haven't studied a single bit for the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay's in ! Haven't checked though. Weirdly, I'm not at all that excited to be having my pay. Like somehow it seems too little to satisfy all my desires. And I can't decide what to get. And I really can't bear to part with my hard earned money! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just baked Bolo de Coco! In other words, coconut cake! Pretty nice. Like marble cake with coconut. There's soooo much though, don't think it'll be finished in time. And it's dammmnnn fattening. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised I kinda like GG. Felt kinda sad when I realised the next episode's in Jan. :'(&lt;br /&gt;I like Chuck! So charming... And you know Chuck and Blair's called Chair?! LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gossipgirlinsider.com/images/gallery/ed-dines.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.gossipgirlinsider.com/images/gallery/another-ed-westwick-pic.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gossipgirlinsider.com/images/gallery/the-gossip-guys-again.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.gossipgirlinsider.com/images/gallery/the-chuck-look.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gossipgirlinsider.com/images/gallery/out.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.gossipgirlinsider.com/images/gallery/ed-westwick-photograph.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His glare! Like he's going to eat you up. Chace crawford fails so horribly trying to immitate him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-6358330252960258440?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/6358330252960258440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=6358330252960258440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6358330252960258440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6358330252960258440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-over.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3532499134601705036</id><published>2008-12-23T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:42:43.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Twilight with yy today! Yah yah, joining the Twilight craze. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty average anyway, I find. Romantic, no doubt. Leads are so charming! I love Bella's hair! Ttm. Wanna read the book now, I can feel the book would be much nicer already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been so into books lately! Maybe because I recently chanced upon really good books in the library, stuff that you get to borrow only if you have some luck. Books are good, you can imagine your own leads and scenes and they'll appear as how you want it to be, unlike films and dramas. And I've finished all my books already, along with a heavy overdue fine and some books still stuck in my desk's clutter unreturned and accumulating fine. I feel kinda lost and bored now, with no book to put me to sleep. And I don't know what to do on my way to work tomorrow. Boring to the max! Argh! Can't seem to find a book that attracts me in the library somemore! Went to Popular to buy one, but I don't know which to buy, so many. Recommend me a book, someone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3532499134601705036?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3532499134601705036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3532499134601705036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3532499134601705036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3532499134601705036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/watched-twilight-with-yy-today-yah-yah.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-254583020486754449</id><published>2008-12-19T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:43:04.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_6/YesManPoster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Yes Man with Jin today! Pretty funny. Can give it a try. The female lead's quite pretty and I think she sings well ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Supposed to go buy gift for the gift exchange next week, and I found a really cute nice one. But it's so cute and practical that I think I'm leaving it for myself instead. Hahaha! Now I have to hunt for another one. If I can't find one, maybe I'll just go back and get another design instead? LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more week and I'll be free, and with money! Yay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-254583020486754449?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/254583020486754449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=254583020486754449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/254583020486754449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/254583020486754449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/watched-yes-man-with-jin-today-pretty.html' title='Yes!'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-927696156870774409</id><published>2008-12-11T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:48:46.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDnSEGql_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/sto_k3Splxk/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278473060803581938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDnSEGql_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/sto_k3Splxk/s400/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDnR-8_kWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/47xbY-RfLM4/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278473059420836194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDnR-8_kWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/47xbY-RfLM4/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Found a new target ! Samsung NV9! 10.2mp, 5x optical zoom. Can play music &amp;amp; movies, has a mini dashboard at the top to show memory and battery status (cute!), has a beuaty shot function, recycle bin function, blink detection, blah blah blah. I so wanna get it ! Don't know the price, but seems like not very ex !!! I wanna get it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDuxlPpCwI/AAAAAAAAA34/wIen_StNgM4/s1600-h/F7B2MKB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278481298856938242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDuxlPpCwI/AAAAAAAAA34/wIen_StNgM4/s400/F7B2MKB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDuxUj1R2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/n7S3vUoHBrA/s1600-h/GYQ6RTB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278481294378223458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDuxUj1R2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/n7S3vUoHBrA/s400/GYQ6RTB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDuxMByJaI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ZYWM2mhg-pI/s1600-h/6264499B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278481292087928226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDuxMByJaI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ZYWM2mhg-pI/s400/6264499B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDuyXo_tqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/PD4Haa_RRNw/s1600-h/F7BA9GB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278481312385054370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDuyXo_tqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/PD4Haa_RRNw/s400/F7BA9GB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDuyEN4ZUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/058wJMegtxQ/s1600-h/EE3A6PB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278481307171054914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDuyEN4ZUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/058wJMegtxQ/s400/EE3A6PB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're wondering what to get me for xmas, here are so choices. I would love a new shoe for school! Even though I still love my current only pair of sneakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-927696156870774409?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/927696156870774409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=927696156870774409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/927696156870774409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/927696156870774409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/found-new-target-samsung-nv9-10.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SUDnSEGql_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/sto_k3Splxk/s72-c/Untitled2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-195568247357462438</id><published>2008-12-11T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:56:25.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc54.deviantart.com/fs31/i/2008/214/d/5/paparazzi_by_Memo89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't lock my locker yesterday. Just left the key in the keyhole and went off ! How forgetful can I get? Lucky it fell on kind hands.&lt;br /&gt;Work's been okay, just tiring and boring. Hands are disfigured ! The jap manager's kinda cute, Mr Kurosawa, reminds me of Kurosagi, but he smokes, and so he kinda stinks always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get my pay! Once I get it, I'll buy myself a camera! A cheap good one though.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided already! I'll get a DSLR once my savings reach $5000 or more ! Which would most likely happen like in 2010. But nvm, I'll wait. Then you'll see my blog full of prety pictures of mee and things around me!&lt;br /&gt;Things are always better when you buy them themselves, especially when you want something so much !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-195568247357462438?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/195568247357462438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=195568247357462438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/195568247357462438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/195568247357462438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/didnt-lock-my-locker-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3052423404893515563</id><published>2008-12-07T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:35:59.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc95.deviantart.com/fs24/i/2007/341/7/1/fairly_grounded_by_Heinonen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The distance that none seem to realise. Or rather, care.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like before.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I'm alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"It struck Lacy that she didn't know what colour a chameleon was before it started changing colour."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Nineteen Minutes&lt;/em&gt;, Jodi Picoult&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3052423404893515563?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3052423404893515563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3052423404893515563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3052423404893515563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3052423404893515563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/distance-that-none-seem-to-realise.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1862819440127478608</id><published>2008-12-05T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:32:07.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work work work. So tiring, but it's not busy season yet. There was once I looked at my watch and it was 6 plus. The next time I looked at my watch, it was 9 plus. And yesterday I thought it was Tuesday, until I looked at my phone. GOSH.... I wonder how I'll be like when Christmas is nearing. Look at the watch and it's 1 and next moment it's 10 already? lOl. OHHH. And I lost my phone....... probably left it on the bench. How??? What if I never find it again ??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later will always be too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1862819440127478608?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1862819440127478608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1862819440127478608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1862819440127478608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1862819440127478608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-work-work.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2646397966944036703</id><published>2008-12-02T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:36:28.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, chalet with class last week was alright. The garden terrace we booked was really under expectations and it turned out we booked for a 4D3N stay instead. Oh well... I'm lazy to write out everything we did. Just some photos with pretty me insideee. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLaUqlW2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/0sSPb_vtUZU/s1600-h/PB260030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274853610409515874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLaUqlW2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/0sSPb_vtUZU/s400/PB260030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat on the first night. Xingying brought the pot thing, sweet ! Nice food too. :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLaLLc-NI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lELdk8Gdiug/s1600-h/PB260034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274853607863023826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLaLLc-NI/AAAAAAAAA2M/lELdk8Gdiug/s400/PB260034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLZWAj-sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/OJ37W6Z-AE0/s1600-h/DSC05871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274853593590266562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLZWAj-sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/OJ37W6Z-AE0/s400/DSC05871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Changi T3 after dinner and just walked round and had a teeny bit of supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLYzTexdI/AAAAAAAAA18/p5pOGgISz9k/s1600-h/PB260023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274853584274376146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLYzTexdI/AAAAAAAAA18/p5pOGgISz9k/s400/PB260023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to illustrate that I kinda broke my tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLYPGFKDI/AAAAAAAAA10/vq9ZoMomY9k/s1600-h/PB270054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274853574554495026" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLYPGFKDI/AAAAAAAAA10/vq9ZoMomY9k/s400/PB270054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's plaits day on day 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQL3qafHaI/AAAAAAAAA28/MDyoFCfY-2Y/s1600-h/DSC05884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854114463784354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQL3qafHaI/AAAAAAAAA28/MDyoFCfY-2Y/s400/DSC05884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQL3ADpgnI/AAAAAAAAA20/p8f-yUo0Sf4/s1600-h/DSC05895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854103093707378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQL3ADpgnI/AAAAAAAAA20/p8f-yUo0Sf4/s400/DSC05895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Wild Child and took neoprints. Been eons since I last took neos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQL2u_blqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/k7CfRzbCp54/s1600-h/DSC05889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854098512615074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQL2u_blqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/k7CfRzbCp54/s400/DSC05889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQL2ISZ1wI/AAAAAAAAA2k/T_4b0vnDUAQ/s1600-h/PB270072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854088123209474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQL2ISZ1wI/AAAAAAAAA2k/T_4b0vnDUAQ/s400/PB270072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the breakwater and erm... relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQL1TXGbWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/CF-RIW0o4vY/s1600-h/DSC05911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854073915829602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQL1TXGbWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/CF-RIW0o4vY/s400/DSC05911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQMnch5SiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/UB5r6gyxjic/s1600-h/DSC05904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854935370484258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQMnch5SiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/UB5r6gyxjic/s400/DSC05904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ ! Best part of the chalet stay. I did most of the otah ! Not fabulous, but I enjoyed. Hahahaha. Stella's dad's chicken wings are &lt;strong&gt;fantastic&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQMnCnpqRI/AAAAAAAAA3E/xWGdJounh1s/s1600-h/PB270073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854928415303954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQMnCnpqRI/AAAAAAAAA3E/xWGdJounh1s/s400/PB270073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night. Falling in love with Tas under the star-lit sky. Hahaha. Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and last day I rushed off to work ! Proved to be busy for a first day. Woo, but I survived. Hahaha. Been well till now. Pretty long travelling time though, bus or train journeys are soooo boring. Borrowed ALOT of books. At least for me lah, which isn't exactly a lot. Gave up on Alice In Wonderland, too ridiculous. Wonder if I can finish them in time though. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2646397966944036703?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2646397966944036703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2646397966944036703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2646397966944036703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2646397966944036703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-chalet-with-class-last-week-was.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/STQLaUqlW2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/0sSPb_vtUZU/s72-c/PB260030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3520439099861487723</id><published>2008-11-23T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:54:16.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was opening a box of flour in the kitchen today, when I heard something fall to behind the dustbin, like "&lt;em&gt;plat&lt;/em&gt;". And then something came running out towards me and then scuttled to the cupboard behind me. The lizard moved so fast and so near me I just screamed. My heart nearly lept outta my mouth. Thinking bout it now makes my heart beat exceptionally fast again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like it's something big. But it's rare, because I don't girly-scream at insects or bugs or whatever nots unneccesarily. I normally just "&lt;em&gt;ughhhh&lt;/em&gt;" and run away. I don't normally scream at lizards too. Another incident similar was this other time I was killing ants and this lizard popped out suddenly and I really just fell back and my heart really stopped for a moment and I let out a small scream. This one today totally frightened me. It opened up this new streak of girlishness in me. I don't know to be sad or happy bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the shock, I opened the cupboard and I was pleased to find that fat lizard stuck to that trap I set on Friday. Somehow managed to obtain those sticky trap thing supposedly for cockroach. Super uesful. Right now that dumb thing is starving inside my cupboard because I forgot to tell mum bout it. I recoil at the sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is dedicated to the much-hated lizards that are currently one of my most disliked animals. However as long as it doesn't pop out suddenly, I won't do anything to it, won't even scream. Any lizards reading this, you know what to do--stay away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3520439099861487723?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3520439099861487723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3520439099861487723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3520439099861487723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3520439099861487723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-opening-box-of-flour-in-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-4718581026042716495</id><published>2008-11-23T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:28:31.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs30/300W/i/2008/093/1/f/in_the_springtime____by_catpuff_noir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Denial.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean.&lt;br /&gt;So how do you keep from drowning in it? "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-4718581026042716495?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/4718581026042716495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=4718581026042716495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4718581026042716495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4718581026042716495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/11/denial.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3443607632116494123</id><published>2008-11-19T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:51:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc59.deviantart.com/fs21/i/2008/234/7/b/seasons_by_Mell0nC0llie.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I really cannot decide whether I like holidays more or school days more. I don't like holidays because I don't like that feeling of passing time aimlessly, yet I just can't bring myself to sit down and complete some homework. I'm kinda used to waking up to alarms. Feel so aimless when I wake up naturally. But I won't be feeling so when I go back to school. How contradicting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work has not yet started, tomorrow's the last day of training. My roster's quite good, I'm happy 'bout it. And I have two public holidays, which means double double pay ! Oosh. I hope it'll be fun and I won't meet any nasty customers, or that I won't faint from exhaustion when Christmas is nearing. Oh yah, met two JJCians - Brenda and Noel. Apparantly, I heard the previous or previous previous batch was full of JJCians, like almost all kind. Er... wow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really wanan watch an episode of GG now, but I gotta go to bed. Boohoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3443607632116494123?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3443607632116494123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3443607632116494123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3443607632116494123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3443607632116494123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-i-really-cannot-decide.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3055411437072696086</id><published>2008-11-16T13:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:03:00.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SR-xXDspxtI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6VN_MOxdh94/s1600-h/05112008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269125098734470866" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SR-xXDspxtI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6VN_MOxdh94/s400/05112008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like changing my blogskin. Just haven't found a nice enough picture. Look forward, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SR-yImCU7UI/AAAAAAAAA1s/c7SHX822uyE/s1600-h/DSC04988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269125949765774658" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SR-yImCU7UI/AAAAAAAAA1s/c7SHX822uyE/s400/DSC04988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood swings lately. Been rotting a lot lately. Wanted to go to Ikea to buy a clamp spotlight today, but I'm just soooo lazy. Gosh. But I really wanna go buy the lamp !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really wanna sew a skirt. Haha yes I kinda like sewing. But I'm just so lazy to go buy the stuff. Have to travel far. But I really wanna do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH, and complain complain. I bought this dress online for $25 some time ago, and today I just saw another site selling it at $19 ! *&amp;amp;@#$! Then there's this other dress I bought for $32, not online, but I saw online selling at $24 ! @#%$@^&amp;amp;^$! Total, I could have saved up to $14, which is a lot. I can buy my Ikea lamp with it ! I know I'm being petty, but still... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, open your eyes big big and browse further for other sites when you shop online. Esp those lj shops. Cos people just stock from the same wholesaler and some sell cheaper. By a lot ! Don't get fooled by the pretty picures, like me !! Oh, and that $19 one was from a pretty popular site, LylaRose, which I thought would sell stuff very ex, but apparently not, only some. @#%$%^@#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been so poor, so it makes me extra mad with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SR-x-I5Em2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/bjAMe93zbfo/s1600-h/PA300414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269125770143636322" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SR-x-I5Em2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/bjAMe93zbfo/s400/PA300414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to banana boats lately. :9 Or rather just bananas with ice cream and the colourful sprinkles. Superb! Had 3 this week already. Fattening, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like 2 tubs of cookies-n-creme ice cream and a box of cookies-n-creme ice cream cones in my freezer coincidentally. I didn't know, so I bought. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and make yourself some at home. Very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3055411437072696086?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3055411437072696086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3055411437072696086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3055411437072696086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3055411437072696086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/11/feel-like-changing-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SR-xXDspxtI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6VN_MOxdh94/s72-c/05112008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2135309301726722120</id><published>2008-11-13T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:19:50.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dislike sad endings. I just realised that. Causes my whole day to feel so gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like that good people die, even in stories ! Always cry when good people die.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the idea of death. Maybe just like what Dumbledore said, it is the unknown that scares people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot imagine one day when someone really close around me dies. Maybe it has to do with age and experience. Maybe when I slowly grow up, I'll start to find this whole thing about death not so saddening anymore. So people who are close to me, please don't die early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support happy endings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2135309301726722120?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2135309301726722120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2135309301726722120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2135309301726722120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2135309301726722120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dislike-sad-endings.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2228709292792971380</id><published>2008-11-08T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:11:34.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW1wf_CNII/AAAAAAAAA1M/K7Vo6euwEZ4/s1600-h/qoo3912-img400x600-1221130523916945____0351-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266315184103896194" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW09Enzz2I/AAAAAAAAA0M/LTQlOjq3RiM/s400/qoo3912-img398x600-1224150872439219____6364-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW0nsyO-uI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5u7e_t8PMgc/s1600-h/1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313933409417954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW0nsyO-uI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5u7e_t8PMgc/s400/1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW0nfPKUEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/o0JbG8eaa5g/s1600-h/1001+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313929772650562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW0nfPKUEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/o0JbG8eaa5g/s400/1001+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW0m6t7MBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Q85wd9wnF7U/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313919969570834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW0m6t7MBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Q85wd9wnF7U/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW0nyrkOUI/AAAAAAAAA0E/rDgvHDkc4YE/s1600-h/cutie_fashion-img600x300-1225973812847167_______________c001-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313934992062786" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW0nyrkOUI/AAAAAAAAA0E/rDgvHDkc4YE/s400/cutie_fashion-img600x300-1225973812847167_______________c001-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266317977608067474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW4TGmVGZI/AAAAAAAAA1U/A9ab7lskaJg/s400/cutie_fashion-img599x300-1224224554458301-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spree bug has hit me ! So many things I wanna buy, but so little money I have !! Grrrr... Well, I shall see. I'm so so damn poor now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hate the weather these days. Here I am sitting in front of the computer sweating like nobody's business. And it's night time loh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-2228709292792971380?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2228709292792971380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2228709292792971380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2228709292792971380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2228709292792971380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/11/spree-bug-has-hit-me-so-many-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRW1wf_CNII/AAAAAAAAA1M/K7Vo6euwEZ4/s72-c/qoo3912-img400x600-1221130523916945____0351-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-3549136405678843186</id><published>2008-11-05T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:34:30.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRGB-j1NnAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wUdPz7VsRwc/s1600-h/untitled-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265132351143123970" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRGB-j1NnAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wUdPz7VsRwc/s400/untitled-2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;End of PW. True blue holidays. Makes me wanna shop so much. And slack so much. Not that I haven't been doing so throughout the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OP today went pretty well. But I committed my weird hand gesture thing AGAIN and everyone was telling me they were about to laugh lah when they say it. No more face! Spoke fast too. But I felt pretty relieved after audiencing for a group from another class... so yeah. Guess it's not that bad? PW's going to be over soon, after I submit I&amp;amp;R and I can wave goodbye already. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRGB-zFcrqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9v5j3MKtKgQ/s1600-h/27102008(002)+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265132355237752482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRGB-zFcrqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9v5j3MKtKgQ/s400/27102008(002)+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes I made from some time I ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think they look pretty nice ! But the colouring was a little strong (turned out turquiose instead of blue) so it didn't really look edible. Icing was freaking buttery too. Ugh. Smashed it onto my Bannister shirt in school. Sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to a tan new me ! :9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-3549136405678843186?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/3549136405678843186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=3549136405678843186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3549136405678843186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/3549136405678843186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SRGB-j1NnAI/AAAAAAAAAzU/wUdPz7VsRwc/s72-c/untitled-2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-9085726775685457764</id><published>2008-11-04T20:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:01:33.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs20/f/2007/292/3/5/3565d1f903de8610.jpg" width="300" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you stop and wonder why you're here not there.&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rOJ6jydH5j/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rOJ6jydH5j/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-9085726775685457764?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/9085726775685457764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=9085726775685457764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/9085726775685457764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/9085726775685457764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/11/off.html' title='Off'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1687433899575492169</id><published>2008-11-02T12:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:27:08.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>We went to the Night Safari for Halloween! Pretty fun. With everyone around dressed up and those staff in their costumes. :DD Would love to work as those scary people. Scare people. Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;We had the Halloween Horrors tram and I felt it wasn't scary enough though. And there was a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JCwMU9sI/AAAAAAAAAzE/KEVE9xouRos/s1600-h/n710120866_1985069_4729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264014219855328962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JCwMU9sI/AAAAAAAAAzE/KEVE9xouRos/s400/n710120866_1985069_4729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JDArSNII/AAAAAAAAAzM/52U9wIqMS1Y/s1600-h/n710120866_1985071_5201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264014224280138882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JDArSNII/AAAAAAAAAzM/52U9wIqMS1Y/s400/n710120866_1985071_5201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ1-1Plgz3I/AAAAAAAAAyM/VCvbfsNP7Ys/s1600-h/DSC04786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264002992648015730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ1-1Plgz3I/AAAAAAAAAyM/VCvbfsNP7Ys/s400/DSC04786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JCyBDHPI/AAAAAAAAAy8/z9pWbKyXQ1M/s1600-h/n710120866_1985076_6397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264014220344892658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JCyBDHPI/AAAAAAAAAy8/z9pWbKyXQ1M/s400/n710120866_1985076_6397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ1-1mJD8BI/AAAAAAAAAyc/La0ULlnBx38/s1600-h/DSC04788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264002998702698514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ1-1mJD8BI/AAAAAAAAAyc/La0ULlnBx38/s400/DSC04788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ1-1HImtsI/AAAAAAAAAyU/B9EXQ9MiF7M/s1600-h/DSC04787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264002990379284162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ1-1HImtsI/AAAAAAAAAyU/B9EXQ9MiF7M/s400/DSC04787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that little girl on the left, is the most freaky of all. Because she didn't have a lot of people swarming around her to take photos. And it made me wonder for a second, if everyone could see what I saw. And her face was sooo scary, reminds me of Ju-on. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The bloody scary thing on the right, freaky ! He (yah it's a he) was everywhere ! Look at the disgusted look of that visitor. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JCsnV_sI/AAAAAAAAAy0/pJGBhh4T8a8/s1600-h/PA310507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264014218894900930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JCsnV_sI/AAAAAAAAAy0/pJGBhh4T8a8/s400/PA310507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JCvFZUcI/AAAAAAAAAys/ccyiYSbsN5k/s1600-h/PA310510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264014219557818818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JCvFZUcI/AAAAAAAAAys/ccyiYSbsN5k/s400/PA310510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ice cream before we went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ1-1lW3V9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/-S92j0tloJA/s1600-h/DSC04790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264002998492157906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ1-1lW3V9I/AAAAAAAAAyk/-S92j0tloJA/s400/DSC04790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ1-1NfwnGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/X9_rps3zgSA/s1600-h/DSC04794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264002992087014498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ1-1NfwnGI/AAAAAAAAAyE/X9_rps3zgSA/s400/DSC04794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the blue guide (Blue's Clues! Handy dandyyyy..... notebook! hahahahahaha. Lame.) we had for the tram. Just realised her hair's greenish. She spoke, or rather narated really well. Had the spooky tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching Gossip Girl. Not that bitchy, I feel. But it's really not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;nice lah. Feels like an English version of taiwanese idol dramas, just maybe better quality in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Annie Lim, Shiva and Bahari today ! They were there to do some poster stuff, but I kind of just watched. Hee. Anyway, Mrs Lim treated us all to BaliThai. Yummy ! :9 Too bad I don't have a camera, if not I'll post pictures. So nice of her right, always treating us. But well, she's a senior(citizen) and she probably earns tons of money enough to give us such treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better start revising already. Gosh, this is the first December holidays where I'm seriously planning to study. I don't think I did as well as I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I smell DURIANNN !! Love of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1687433899575492169?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1687433899575492169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1687433899575492169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1687433899575492169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1687433899575492169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQ2JCwMU9sI/AAAAAAAAAzE/KEVE9xouRos/s72-c/n710120866_1985069_4729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-4520206769688111738</id><published>2008-10-31T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:32:52.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can't pretend we hadn't been told. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have to make our own mistakes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have to learn our own lessons. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.&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/16824723-4520206769688111738?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/4520206769688111738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=4520206769688111738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4520206769688111738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4520206769688111738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/10/couple-of-hundred-years-ago-benjamin.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-2430846302497652749</id><published>2008-10-31T11:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:35:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahaha. Shiva just called me and I think I'm going for guiding on Monday !! OMG. Like.. 1 year since I last guided ? But nvm lah hor, practise for OP. Kinda miss Annie Lim anyway. Hurhurhurhurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese A yesterday was pretty fine. But I don't think I can get an A. Maybe not even a B? Goddamnit. Confidence level dipping low &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;low&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQqDiVAy0JI/AAAAAAAAAx0/oz2lsW_qoDc/s1600-h/PA300418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263163740315111570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQqDiVAy0JI/AAAAAAAAAx0/oz2lsW_qoDc/s400/PA300418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQqDiCSZnlI/AAAAAAAAAxs/k2gcRE4n_-I/s1600-h/PA300417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263163735288684114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQqDiCSZnlI/AAAAAAAAAxs/k2gcRE4n_-I/s400/PA300417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New uniform. Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQqDiGblrMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/deTZtLdkQtc/s1600-h/PA300414-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263163736400964802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQqDiGblrMI/AAAAAAAAAxk/deTZtLdkQtc/s400/PA300414-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Banana Boat Split ! :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There comes a point in your life, when you’re officially an adult. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, you’re old enough to vote, drink and engage in other adult activities. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible, serious, a grown-up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We get taller, we get older. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But do we ever really grow up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meridith Grey&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/16824723-2430846302497652749?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/2430846302497652749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=2430846302497652749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2430846302497652749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/2430846302497652749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/10/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQqDiVAy0JI/AAAAAAAAAx0/oz2lsW_qoDc/s72-c/PA300418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-4278076616386843702</id><published>2008-10-27T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:17:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOSH !&lt;br /&gt;This seller --&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella t. ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="Command FireAnt_Command Web_Bindings_Base" href="mailto:whisp3r521@hotmail.com" lock="true" recipients="whisp3r521@hotmail.com" commandname="NewMessageLock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whisp3r521@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, stellay.livejournal.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is seriously horribly rude !&lt;br /&gt;I had to back out of a deal due to some reasons and her replies were &lt;em&gt;so damn cold&lt;/em&gt; and said she's going to blacklist me. &lt;em&gt;Please !&lt;/em&gt; I have valid reasons alright.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to BUY FROM her and she's supposed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SERVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me. I'm a goddamn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CUSTOMER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can. I cannot tolerate people with such manners and who are so unreasonable. This dear person, I predict, will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; be a good salesperson or anything to do with service. Respect, woman, RESPECT. And I so apologised can. I was and still am honestly sorry for not having closed the deal. But your attitude could have been a trillion times better. I don't mind being blacklisted, really. As if when I go looking looking at other sites I bother remembering other blacklisted emails. I'm just so angry at her attitude. Even my sis' better than her alright.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been angry with any waiter, waitress, salesperson whatsoever and I've always been quite nice tempered can.&lt;br /&gt;God damn it. If you know this goddamn person, please go bash her up for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-4278076616386843702?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/4278076616386843702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=4278076616386843702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4278076616386843702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/4278076616386843702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosh-this-seller-stella-t.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-7200479830478828237</id><published>2008-10-26T13:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:55:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trip to Peranakan Museum on Friday !&lt;br /&gt;Been long since I posted so many pictures ! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;We were the only class there, but behaved pretty well alright. Not noisy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_tT3Kw3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/MXZ8sDIqHf8/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261329943589733234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_tT3Kw3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/MXZ8sDIqHf8/s400/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_tfCVNHI/AAAAAAAAAwE/aNV-fg2bo0g/s1600-h/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261329946589344882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_tfCVNHI/AAAAAAAAAwE/aNV-fg2bo0g/s400/DSC01357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_t2Bh1lI/AAAAAAAAAwM/_3HvT-Khz60/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261329952759993938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_t2Bh1lI/AAAAAAAAAwM/_3HvT-Khz60/s400/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_twYVjRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/SDf4NmNJEQM/s1600-h/DSC01405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261329951245045010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_twYVjRI/AAAAAAAAAwc/SDf4NmNJEQM/s400/DSC01405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at how fair Ms Heng is ! Woww. And look at how flabby and not tan I am ! :O&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I need to exercise and suntan ! Muscles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_t4_fW3I/AAAAAAAAAwU/xaoUvDarJC8/s1600-h/DSC01380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261329953556749170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_t4_fW3I/AAAAAAAAAwU/xaoUvDarJC8/s400/DSC01380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAEe-R7iI/AAAAAAAAAwk/2raHmjAossY/s1600-h/DSC01406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261330341709344290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAEe-R7iI/AAAAAAAAAwk/2raHmjAossY/s400/DSC01406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tas looks cute there ! Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAEg0EcjI/AAAAAAAAAw0/gqkFdaBh5SQ/s1600-h/DSC01407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261330342203388466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAEg0EcjI/AAAAAAAAAw0/gqkFdaBh5SQ/s400/DSC01407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the museum, the class headed to Thai Express for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAMNgN3uI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ey7OgKEmxYQ/s1600-h/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261330474458799842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAMNgN3uI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ey7OgKEmxYQ/s400/DSC01442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAE7LMeRI/AAAAAAAAAxE/rGoEKCMujY8/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261330349279705362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAE7LMeRI/AAAAAAAAAxE/rGoEKCMujY8/s400/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAE7-cI_I/AAAAAAAAAw8/fL4BycwEQBM/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261330349494641650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAE7-cI_I/AAAAAAAAAw8/fL4BycwEQBM/s400/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAEtGaKbI/AAAAAAAAAws/-xfSLsdgaes/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261330345501534642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQAEtGaKbI/AAAAAAAAAws/-xfSLsdgaes/s400/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo. Look at how long the table is ! Like bowling alley. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Yikyie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, went down to buy butter immediately after I woke up and baked cupcakes ! Hahaha. It's pretty nice this time round. Icing still not successful though. I'll try harder again. Please look forward to my successful cupcakes. They'll come soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQE-GKduMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/MtwiQtSEUV0/s1600-h/25102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261335729528486082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQQE-GKduMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/MtwiQtSEUV0/s400/25102008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the icing. Nice and brown !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-7200479830478828237?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/7200479830478828237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=7200479830478828237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7200479830478828237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/7200479830478828237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-peranakan-museum-on-friday-been.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQP_tT3Kw3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/MXZ8sDIqHf8/s72-c/DSC01348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-853258111921545464</id><published>2008-10-23T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:03:40.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQAEM3ZQwuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jbxF4LRcAfE/s1600-h/23102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260208983843586786" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQAEM3ZQwuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jbxF4LRcAfE/s400/23102008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks gross. But it's not that bad lah !&lt;br /&gt;Quite decent already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baked cupcakes today ! So much more successful than ever.&lt;br /&gt;It was almost successful, except that I didn't know it would rise so much so everything overflowed like crazy, and that the icing was so watery and rough because I didn't read the instructions properly. But it's so much more edible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm improving ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-853258111921545464?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/853258111921545464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=853258111921545464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/853258111921545464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/853258111921545464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/10/looks-gross.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SQAEM3ZQwuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jbxF4LRcAfE/s72-c/23102008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-6806921852036763663</id><published>2008-10-22T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:28:04.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't wait to earn some money. I wanna get SO many things ! But I can't spend every single cent that I'm going to earn. So I'm going to prioritise. I still need to save up lah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SP8YrgKmBZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/SCYxPIewIag/s1600-h/overview_e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259950025439839634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SP8YrgKmBZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/SCYxPIewIag/s400/overview_e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute right ! Pastel coloured digicam.&lt;br /&gt;10 megapixels, and around $300. Great deal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-6806921852036763663?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/6806921852036763663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=6806921852036763663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6806921852036763663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/6806921852036763663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/10/cant-wait-to-earn-some-money.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SP8YrgKmBZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/SCYxPIewIag/s72-c/overview_e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824723.post-1957868857941498121</id><published>2008-10-21T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:10:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SP3DwwJ0ScI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ASFd-eAT9qg/s1600-h/DSC00769+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259575182165821890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SP3DwwJ0ScI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ASFd-eAT9qg/s400/DSC00769+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No interesting photos lately.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give a quite old funny one ! &lt;strong&gt;ROFLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wasn't trying to be funny. Dorai lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wah ! Sports carnival today! Our class had netball. Didn't win, but was pretty fun watching them play. Haha. I'm reserve, so I didn't play. Didn't really wanna play either. Sports and I dont really click. But even so, my face got a a little sun burned ! Must be cos I sat facing the sun. It's a lil reddish. Uneven somemore. Uglayyeee. Somemore kena hit by ball yesterday and my specs are a bit out of shape. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 'A's in almost a week, but I don't feel anything ! Oh gosshhhh. Better start writing more compos. I'm losing touch. No sense of urgency somemore. I'm not even up to my 'O's standard lah. Horriblenessssssss.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Heng was saying stuff in class when she mentioned about Chinese 'A's and the class went 'OMG so fast ?! ahhh !' Haha. Funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like daisies ! So cute loh. Don't you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16824723-1957868857941498121?l=pamelaloke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/feeds/1957868857941498121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16824723&amp;postID=1957868857941498121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1957868857941498121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16824723/posts/default/1957868857941498121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaloke.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-interesting-photos-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>PAMELA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15634587501429477912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJaX9rOGHwI/SP3DwwJ0ScI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ASFd-eAT9qg/s72-c/DSC00769+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
