<?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-19440254</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:31:24.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>detitled</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-4551438548920784308</id><published>2008-10-02T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T02:08:16.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY I'VE MOVED! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aandrealim.livejournal.com"&gt;http://aandrealim.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-4551438548920784308?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4551438548920784308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=4551438548920784308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4551438548920784308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4551438548920784308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-ive-moved-d-httpaandrealim.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-2743670964768053221</id><published>2008-09-29T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:13:39.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fat with glee and contented.</title><content type='html'>im deliberating whether to change to livejournal. quite sick of my template, and sick of blogger. but i dont like the comments thing on LJ! hmmms. how. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway. i shall finally start updating (posted other ppl's works to cover up my lack of updates as you can see). ahahaha. and i realised a lot of random ppl stalk my blog. hello. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHH PROMOS ARE OVER. and so is my j1 year. goodness, the year passed so fast. dunno how long i've waited to say that (paradox paradox! haha). but seriously, a week before i kept wanting to say "eh this year passed really fast" to ppl, but i kept stopping myself, cos i realised that i was still in the midst of promos. so yeah quite stupid. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy i actually started partying on sunday cos i went to ZOO with the kids for children's day outing!! (siao eh this girl.) when i told my friends before lit paper they were all like WHAAAAT?! ahahahaha but then it's john donne and an unseen how to study! but i studied okay. a lil. missed F1 race. sniff sniff. aiya not that i really cared. haha well at least i know why i'll do badly for lit. my only shot at an A and i frigging threw it away. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew math'd be tough, but not THAT tough. it was really very shockingly unexpected. was a paper designed to kill. i couldnt manage to do half the freaking paper; curse and swear. and i heard some ppl went down to the canteen after the test, tore their papers and threw them on the aisle for the math teachers to see. drama mama man. and damn funny xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let's not dwell on disastrous and smelly things like promos. zoo! :D i dont have lots of pictures though, and they're not really clear cos my handphone cam lousy. but nvm i'll just post what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGgDsyte2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/x4LUbLHgVRM/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGgDsyte2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/x4LUbLHgVRM/s320/DSC00349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251654625914616674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;monkey! i just found out they use their TAILS to help them grip! how clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGgZldbMuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QW4CTubwawQ/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGgZldbMuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QW4CTubwawQ/s320/DSC00350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251655001903411938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this naughty orang utan took a good long piss on the audience. GAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGhCozjqpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XNVzb0o-02o/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGhCozjqpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XNVzb0o-02o/s320/DSC00354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251655707176184466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flipper stand! that's some cool breakdancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGibJRTipI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4an4PJ-2X3c/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGibJRTipI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4an4PJ-2X3c/s320/DSC00360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251657227719379602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the white tigers were sooooo beautiful i tell you. -swoons- pity i couldnt get better shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGmbDW0TkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kXl1fNyp1Fk/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGmbDW0TkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/kXl1fNyp1Fk/s320/DSC00376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251661624178396738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay this snake freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGhcWDDTtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fTifK1Jz7ZM/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGhcWDDTtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fTifK1Jz7ZM/s320/DSC00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251656148817497810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we got to pet this lovely horse! he's called King. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGm9fnVM1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/09OWG149CbQ/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGm9fnVM1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/09OWG149CbQ/s320/DSC00366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251662215879406418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amazing how something so cute can be so dangerous. roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGnYEwB_dI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8X0nmaikl8g/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGnYEwB_dI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8X0nmaikl8g/s320/DSC00375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251662672524606930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I MUST POST THIS UP. the kids thought the guy had EGGS. ahhahahahahaha it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGoD7zeFXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/daWv0hG9gPE/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGoD7zeFXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/daWv0hG9gPE/s320/DSC00380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251663426037355890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p5 teachers - daniel li + daniel yim cos it was his bday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGpg95AJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/L2jWP62-XpA/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGpg95AJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/L2jWP62-XpA/s320/DSC00344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251665024325265250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my zebra shorts amused quite a lot of ppl xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGpxEskG5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7YiOzobVBZw/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGpxEskG5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7YiOzobVBZw/s320/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251665301030050706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of my kids. aha so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGqHiDKKJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_sPUMbecl3g/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGqHiDKKJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_sPUMbecl3g/s320/DSC00347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251665686866569362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is our darling ba-bell... although his name doesnt really have a proper spelling yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGqmkdRvmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b4G48RPe8dM/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGqmkdRvmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b4G48RPe8dM/s320/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251666220088933986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some other adorable monkeys at the zoo, messing with the fake aussie outback van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGrIQb4whI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vWSRDPAXANo/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGrIQb4whI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vWSRDPAXANo/s320/DSC00370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251666798829945362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;this tortoise was HALF MY HEIGHT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well of course we saw lots more animals, but my lousy phone cam made me sian of taking more pics. I had TONNES of fun with the kids and my class teachers.. zhangpei was being her crazy self, dan li was illegally plucking plants as usual ("do yall know what's this tree?" "actually i also dunno.") and enos was having fun insisting that he had a clone. xD we had perfect weather, and the kids enjoyed themselves thoroughly. couldnt have asked for a better day, God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew okay that was zoo. :D and a testament to my very bad photography skills. you'll witness more of it later when i write about glutton's bay. i need a proper cam!! pleeeease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. so yesterday we went glutton's bay for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;with zhangs, jon, jon, james and daniel.&lt;br /&gt;and tim was SUPPOSED to come but OBVIOUSLY he pangseh-ed.&lt;br /&gt;eh please ah tim, PLEASE pangseh us again. please ah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well we had a really good time anyway!&lt;br /&gt;(anyway: bad service from the happy pot ppl, and our bbq and soup flames weren't hot enough, and zhangs and daniel came super late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGroV6EppI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/X53CT7PKzEc/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGroV6EppI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/X53CT7PKzEc/s320/DSC00383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251667350054545042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh i think this is a really sweet photo. I LUBSCHOO ZHANGS! (even though you dont get our 'cheem' jokes sometimes. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGr_26z3lI/AAAAAAAAARA/pbJ8dAW1538/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGr_26z3lI/AAAAAAAAARA/pbJ8dAW1538/s320/DSC00384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251667754053000786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daniel who raised his eyebrow too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGscv1FVNI/AAAAAAAAARI/_DwUMQgzWD8/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGscv1FVNI/AAAAAAAAARI/_DwUMQgzWD8/s320/DSC00385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251668250366137554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was TRYING to take a still picture of jon and the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGt_8iH15I/AAAAAAAAARQ/yVqjSR6WrwE/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGt_8iH15I/AAAAAAAAARQ/yVqjSR6WrwE/s320/DSC00386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251669954583320466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;failed again. haha. -jon concentrates hard-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGuZqt4KWI/AAAAAAAAARY/O74EQ1q_qBc/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGuZqt4KWI/AAAAAAAAARY/O74EQ1q_qBc/s320/DSC00387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251670396477385058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was somewhere near clarke quay when we were wandering about. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGwmywLKhI/AAAAAAAAARg/GGBpJ56JSpE/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGwmywLKhI/AAAAAAAAARg/GGBpJ56JSpE/s320/DSC00390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251672820996057618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;james being delighted at himself (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGwwEv0-sI/AAAAAAAAARo/ztY6uWTci8Q/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGwwEv0-sI/AAAAAAAAARo/ztY6uWTci8Q/s320/DSC00388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251672980445264578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA. xD i like this shot. not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;GOSH it was quite a crazy night. after dinner we were walking under this huge bridge near fullerton, and there was this HUGE foggy misty thing, so we had to like walk about 10m through the mist under the bridge in the dark, couldnt see anything beyond 10cm away, which was FREAKING FUN... we went siao playing in it like lil kids. xD&lt;br /&gt;it was quite late alr, almost 11, when we decided to get drinks from macs. so we sat at the river there watching the reverse bungee ppl scream for their lives. super funny!&lt;br /&gt;then james psychoed all of us to go harry's to watch this live salsa band. music was goood man. and there was this sweet couple dancing. im so learning salsa!&lt;br /&gt;then we finally trooped to the carpark, and all 6 of us squeezed into dan's merce. !!&lt;br /&gt;he had this radio screen thing which amused us thoroughly cos it kept saying "Do not let the system distract you from the situation" or smth like that and it was DAMN FUNNY cos we KEPT getting distracted by the music ("eh why are we listening to a tamil station?!") and daniel made quite a lot of wrong turns. hahahaha. he sent all of us home la so sweet!! when we all live so far apart-like tampines to ang mo kio.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end we got home safe and sound, and dan finally stopped driving around 130. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid me had to leave my handphone in his car, but thank Godd he returned it to me this morning yay. reunited with my phone. and he bought breakfast for me! which was 1 buck plus onlyyy but I AM A GRATEFUL GIRL. thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. so that was my CELEBRATION. (part one, with many more sequels i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys for taking time to go out and spend time together i LOVE LOVE you all. and thank you God most of all for being so faithful and wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-2743670964768053221?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/2743670964768053221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=2743670964768053221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2743670964768053221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2743670964768053221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/09/fat-with-glee-and-contented.html' title='fat with glee and contented.'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SOGgDsyte2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/x4LUbLHgVRM/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-6282647074649310118</id><published>2008-09-25T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:28:13.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kevy posted this super super nice speech on my class' yahoogroups. i liked it so much i printed it out xD i found a part of this on isaac's blog just now, so decided to share it here. it's really long, but completely worth it. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life and How to Survive It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Below is a speech to the graduating class of 2008 at the NTU convocation ceremony last week by Adrian Tan, a litigation lawyer, and author of The Teenage Textbook. Read it! It's hilarious but very meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It's a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you've already won her heart, you don't need to win every argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You're done learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably been told the big lie that "Learning is a lifelong process" and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters' degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don't you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that you don't need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You're in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I'm here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There's very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they're 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.&lt;br /&gt;Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don't need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should prepare for is mess. Life's a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is this: do not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work kills. The Japanese have a term "Karoshi", which means death from overwork. That's the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there's nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are "making a living". No, they're not. They're dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan "Arbeit macht frei" was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn't do that, I would've been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;�&lt;/span&gt; probably a sports journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don't imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I'll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don't, you are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I'm not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it's often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one's own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say "be loved". That requires too much compromise. If one changes one's looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We've taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;�&lt;/span&gt; the only kind of work that I find palatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn't happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don't, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there's no life expectancy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-6282647074649310118?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6282647074649310118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=6282647074649310118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6282647074649310118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6282647074649310118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/09/kevy-posted-this-super-super-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-775535656759527269</id><published>2008-08-28T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T04:40:17.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE (III)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by George Herbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,&lt;br /&gt;        Guilty of dust and sin.&lt;br /&gt;But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack&lt;br /&gt;              From my first entrance in,&lt;br /&gt;Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning&lt;br /&gt;              If I lack'd anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";&lt;br /&gt;              Love said, "You shall be he."&lt;br /&gt;"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,&lt;br /&gt;              I cannot look on thee."&lt;br /&gt;Love took my hand and smiling did reply,&lt;br /&gt;        "Who made the eyes but I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame&lt;br /&gt;              Go where it doth deserve."&lt;br /&gt;"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"&lt;br /&gt;              "My dear, then I will serve."&lt;br /&gt;"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."&lt;br /&gt;              So I did sit and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the Love that i grieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-775535656759527269?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/775535656759527269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=775535656759527269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/775535656759527269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/775535656759527269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-iii-by-george-herbert-love-bade-me.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-290629556475625235</id><published>2008-08-04T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:38:12.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant wait for thurs to be over. national day celebs, which is a crazy siao big scale event. they spent freaking 30k on it. our school's too rich for it's own good. hurhur. but on the bright side, we're gonna be doing a fun dance and cool food brands like beard papa and each a cup are coming! ahaha. andd we have free dinner. but then i wish it wasnt at night. hehe. excitingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on 16th aug we're gonna perform rg alumni dance for proj highlight ! yay. that dance is one special item. (: never knew our own creation could be so good. ahahah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspire's finally over. frankly, mostly logistics and programs doing the work, but then i was thrown the marketing job super last minute too. ah well. was a good experience, and we had (wonder of wonders) good feedback! haha. started talking to this cool acjc girl called yanlin-had a really good time sitting down at the water point ahaha. all the meetings she went for i dint go, all the meetings i went she didnt. quite funny. yay im happy i made a nice new friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to rj has added a whole lot of stuff to my life. but it's been so much fun! i just wonder how the other people manage to study andd do well at the same time, with all the activities going on. sigh so little timeee. i highly doubt my results will improve for promos. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh i went to the hairdresser on sat, and told him to cut whatever he wanted. got my hair chopped off. :D the reactions were, to say the least, atomic. went to church and caleb screamed. then there was the dominoe effect, everyone was similarly stunned and shocked. lol. i just stood there and laughed. james keeps saying i look like mushroom. nonsense. haha. school today was almost equally explosive. i never thought having short hair'd mean ppl exclaiming at me left and right like im some celebrity ahaha. everyone except my ignorant brother says i look nice though. (yes great success!) i was frankly damn scared. wanted to cry after i cut! haha but i havent been missing my long hair since. quite cool indeed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no such thing as small change. ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-290629556475625235?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/290629556475625235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=290629556475625235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/290629556475625235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/290629556475625235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-wait-for-thurs-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-5268220901536017029</id><published>2008-07-04T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:42:10.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. it's been 2 very very busy weeks. CTs were expectedly horrid, considering the amount of time and effort i put into studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway enough about that. i WILL mug my ass off for promos. oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday we went back to perform as alumni for rg dance night, and it was great man. :) the past 5 days after CTs and before the performance day were crazy, chionging choreo, formations, drilling and stuff. i think we spent at least 2 hours in total deciding on our costume? haha but it paid off! :D everyone loved our dance. and laoshi's funny msg to us in broken english really cracked us up: "i want to thank for the alumni girls for perform at dance night. they are well done!" hahahaha. so the rest of the performers were medium-rare, we concluded. xD ahh. seeing the juniors again was so exciting and happifying. they had a very good repertoire of dances, i must add. loved laoshi's sec 4 dance. and the sec ones were really good! had a lot a lot of fun la, and a lot of shameless camwhoring too, i must confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7a91FJYBI/AAAAAAAAANw/bbEfkMIWGzc/s320/n754052958_1088713_4422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219349773924524050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us pre-makeup and costume change. we're back at vt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7a-E4TBHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0VhRzvumBQU/s1600-h/n754052958_1088851_8722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7a-E4TBHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0VhRzvumBQU/s320/n754052958_1088851_8722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219349778165597298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7a-QuMZmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iDpEWyoA8d8/s1600-h/n754052958_1088862_5492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7a-QuMZmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iDpEWyoA8d8/s320/n754052958_1088862_5492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219349781344446050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7cP6BJOlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wi_ncFE3R8k/s1600-h/n754052958_1088897_7923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7cP6BJOlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wi_ncFE3R8k/s320/n754052958_1088897_7923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219351183999187538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7cP-LwgoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wvfomE68BfM/s1600-h/n754052958_1088853_45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7cP-LwgoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wvfomE68BfM/s320/n754052958_1088853_45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219351185117446786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7cP5J--rI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FG-mGVWp2po/s1600-h/n754052958_1088925_7503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7cP5J--rI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FG-mGVWp2po/s320/n754052958_1088925_7503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219351183767829170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our lovely juniors surprised us with 5 geraniums each. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7cQNZrvZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ApamNNm_BuA/s1600-h/n754052958_1088956_8375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7cQNZrvZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ApamNNm_BuA/s320/n754052958_1088956_8375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219351189202386322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7dFDN0SpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2Bkam3xipKg/s1600-h/n754052958_1088957_9054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7dFDN0SpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2Bkam3xipKg/s320/n754052958_1088957_9054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219352097001327250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay and we're outta there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-5268220901536017029?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5268220901536017029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=5268220901536017029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5268220901536017029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5268220901536017029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/SG7a91FJYBI/AAAAAAAAANw/bbEfkMIWGzc/s72-c/n754052958_1088713_4422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-1661145676242890883</id><published>2008-06-18T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:30:10.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was supposed to start mugging at 830. it's officially one hour past that time and my fat bum is still right in front of the comp doing nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i really dont wanna start regrettting all over again when i get my results, but it's been almost ten months since i last seriously mugged, and the inertia's really unimaginably hard to overcome. :( God give me discipline. give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt wait for cac and abc to be over, but now looking back, i realised i actually had a lot of uncherished fun, and the lessons learnt through those very trying times are as invaluable as they are painful. if God wanted me to go through them again, i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised also while reading some random blogs just now that i actually sped through childhood. and sometimes i wish i dint have to grow up so fast. not that im grown up already, but certain things could just have been avoided, certain thoughts could have waited till later to develop, so i can at least hang on to that thread of my innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not being emo okay, just sort of.. reflective i guess. (: finding You again in that special place was good. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-1661145676242890883?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1661145676242890883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=1661145676242890883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1661145676242890883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1661145676242890883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-supposed-to-start-mugging-at-830.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-7605887790672331042</id><published>2008-06-15T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:41:39.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im kinda screwing up my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;or should i say, it's gonna get very screwed up, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;prepare for my funeral, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-7605887790672331042?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7605887790672331042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=7605887790672331042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7605887790672331042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7605887790672331042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-kinda-screwing-up-my-life-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-5820439727337991143</id><published>2008-05-17T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:03:57.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i turned red from half a cup of red wine. so paiseh. last time at the wedding dinner i lasted one and a half! red and white somemore. pok. but this one was good. like really good. from perth. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got treated by glenn for dinner at jumbo seafood hehehe. turned out that i wasnt the only gatecrasher. but i was the youngest there. againn. always the oddball. shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ypm was good today. surprisingly. haha. there's hope after all -quote a lot of people-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this is just gonna be filled with random comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that my get-tipsy reaction is to stone. like got nothing to say, stare blankly ahead dont wanna move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting conversation at dinner table, only i was too zoned out to comment much. aiya guys and their army talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-5820439727337991143?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5820439727337991143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=5820439727337991143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5820439727337991143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5820439727337991143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-i-turned-red-from-half-cup-of-red.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-4203201676146287939</id><published>2008-05-12T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T04:33:19.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's so true:&lt;br /&gt;that our struggle is not against flesh and blood;&lt;br /&gt;that you dont cherish your supposedly loved ones until they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandad died last monday 5th of may.&lt;br /&gt;my oldest uncle suffered a stroke during grandpa's cremation.&lt;br /&gt;he passed away today, not one hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the incident opened my aunts' eyes to the futility of the funeral rites and the sheer pressure  they put on my uncle. at least they finally saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we know he's saved now. so he's in a better place, and for that im thankful, in the midst of all the grieving. i stopped asking God why. He knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt to treasure my family more. i have only one surviving grandma left, and she's such a dear. i dont wanna regret anything ever again, like how i did for my other three late grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt a lot. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-4203201676146287939?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4203201676146287939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=4203201676146287939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4203201676146287939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4203201676146287939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-so-true-that-our-struggle-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-4923517156657863689</id><published>2008-05-06T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:08:02.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmeegaawshh dance night is like, oh-verr, and andrea's kinda, out of her mind, if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha wooooohhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a fantastic wonderful night at ucc. i kept slipping in and out of unbelief that i was actually performing for rj dance night (!!). all those years in sec school when i was just part of the audience, it never failed to seriously blow me away. but somehow when you're in it it kinda gets normalized, you realise that the magic's actually just a LOT a LOT of hardcore practice and drilling. and a lot of creativity and pro-ness as well, of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been cabbing home the entire week (with wen jun mostly, ahahaha yes what wonderful company) cos dance ended at earliest 10 everyday. lost my tummy within that week as well, it's quite amazing xD but it's been such a freaking fun and fulfilling experience i wouldnt trade it for anything else man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dancers like, so totally rock. hahaha. okay i've gotta stop bimbo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we were all talking with this strange indian-cum-filipino accent after the first night, cos kelly and christina were somehow very infectious haha. aahhh i am so gonna miss the seniors , especially jac and wen jun and christinananana who're so unbelievably sweet and nice &gt;&lt; ya la the rest too, but they were just closer to me during this period. i still love jac okay! hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random comment: seng henk is da bomb for hairstyling. he almost single-handedly did all our retro hair. kudos man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having serious withdrawal symptoms from dance, i cant wait to start on alumni for rg (wow we are old) and the butter factory thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye people. and thanks so much to my class especially for being so encouraging and supportive you guys rockkk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i completely flunked math test today la. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-4923517156657863689?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4923517156657863689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=4923517156657863689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4923517156657863689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4923517156657863689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/05/ohmeegaawshh-dance-night-is-like-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-9043649834348144225</id><published>2008-04-24T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:24:23.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>give me ten reasons why im still alive right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from yesterday till next sat when our concert ends, all the dancers are chionging pracs and rehearsals till like 10pm everyday. life damn tough. haha. it's madness. but oh what fun. i love this feeling of putting my all into something meaningful and worthwhile, and nothing's more satisfying than seeing that effort by all of us turn into actual results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's worth all that falling asleep during lectures and lessons. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, creative arts camp in june (games!) and inspire (marketing!) in august. im excited! and in between and after that, CTs and promos. wooh go andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna go cambodia at the end of the year, but well. there're so many things to consider.. so much school stuff to be involved in. life damn interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-9043649834348144225?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/9043649834348144225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=9043649834348144225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/9043649834348144225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/9043649834348144225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/04/give-me-ten-reasons-why-im-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-3997707469558743113</id><published>2008-04-15T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:18:14.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im blogging because.. im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i conked out the minute i came home, was so tired. falling asleep on the phone and all that. now im super wide-eyed awake grr! why cant i be tired at the right times. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had retro for about an hour plus today, just doing formations and practising the lift. (grrarh i still dont trust james sorry! always feel like im about to fall any minute. hahaha.) im getting really excited for dance night. it's EIGHTEEN days away (: wooh! and we've got our jacket and shirt on the way. it's so strange, cos i used to complain in secondary school that dance was sucking up my life, but now, i dont mind. more than that, i realise i actually enjoy immersing myself in school life. weird huh. to my juniors, rj's a heck lot of fun, dont let all those stories scare you xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after retro today i braved the rain, storm, clouds, floods, super crowded bus stop and buses -gasp for breath- just to meet chris for dinner. and what did he do huh what did he do? fall asleep while waiting for me -.- so i had to stone for quite some more time. hahahaha okay la quite funny. i remember thinking, this dinner'd better be good man. and oh joy, was it good!&lt;br /&gt;we travelled about 2 or 3 bus stops to get to this restaurant called lotus thai express that we missed the other day. the grandfather woke up along the way, and i mean literally. it's once in a  lifetime you get a half-asleep adult trailing behind you blabbering gibberish in some strange language (probably a screwed-up version of english) while telling him hurry up and pleease try to walk straight. but he saved my life while crossing the road more than a couple of times aha. am i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; accident-prone? sigh. once is enough man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the dinner was awesome. more than made up for everything, even the fact that i had to pay (FIRST) cos all he had was a few coins. -.- i havent ever tasted better kailan, or sweeter tea! thai tea is like teh bing with lots and lots of sugar and spice. whoa heaven. we ordered white curry too, but the verdict was that it tasted more like tom yam with milk. hahaha. but overall a really authentic meal la. i like!! we must convert more people here next time. mmm. (oh and we saw a really really hot girl ! just a note.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still feeling the after effects though. had a little bit of tummy ache just now.. hope it doesnt come back heh. got dance till 8 tmrw so it'd better not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay rambling felt good. havent done it in a long time. or have i? shrugs. i sneezed a lot today. someone must be missing me real bad. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3997707469558743113?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3997707469558743113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3997707469558743113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3997707469558743113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3997707469558743113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-blogging-because.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-671968029659445642</id><published>2008-04-07T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:03:58.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's scary how jc makes you realise how small you are. in secondary school there was just this tiny amount of people, and it's divided into four batches, so you really stand out, and there's this relatively stronger sense of identity, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in rj everything is so big, there're so many more people, and it's only divided into two batches. i fade/get sucked into the background so easily it's kinda scary. day after day i see people like me, people like me, me like people, me like people; conformity is such a norm (haha celebrate the pun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again i dont know if i wanna settle for what i've got right now. i have more of some, and they have more of others i guess. no point being all upset about it, that's that. but the world out there is big and big, and i cant help but feel stuck sometimes. then again sometimes it's nice to be stuck, and comfortable. oh gosh andrea what are you rambling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i feel lost. in both senses of the word. dont know where i am, and that i've lost myself along the way somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-671968029659445642?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/671968029659445642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=671968029659445642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/671968029659445642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/671968029659445642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-scary-how-jc-makes-you-realise-how.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-7770314871631663945</id><published>2008-03-30T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T07:01:02.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so not doing my PI. -guilty look-&lt;br /&gt;ah screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i found this short thingy i wrote when i was in sec.. 2? 1? so freaking long ago i even forgot who i wrote it for xD i knew it was super angsty already, then. but it's still quite amusing to read it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going out of my way to forget you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;       Drowning myself in work I dont have to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   And I wonder why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;            The creases get harder and harder to straighten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     The stains dont seem to fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  And when I try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;          To cook up a story out of m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;y imagination&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     Make reality wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all burns up and I'm left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;              Blind in my own smoky mess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. what the heck andrea. i dint know you were THAT emo. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall end with a funny joke. dont tell you where i found it. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack, a shrewd businessman,talks to his son.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack :"I want you to marry a girl of my choice."&lt;br /&gt;Son : "I will choose my own bride".&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "But the girl is Bill Gates' daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Son : "Well, in that case.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next Jack approaches Bill Gates.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "I have a husband for your daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates : "But my daughter is too young to marry."&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "But this young man is the vice-president of the World Bank."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates : "Ah, in that case..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally Jack goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president of your bank."&lt;br /&gt;President : "But I already have more vice-presidents than I need."&lt;br /&gt;Jack: "But this young man is Bill Gates' son-in-law."&lt;br /&gt;President : "Ah, in that case....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And THIS is is how business is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;aint Jack such a genius! and the whole time he wasnt even lying. how shrewd. =)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-7770314871631663945?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7770314871631663945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=7770314871631663945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7770314871631663945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7770314871631663945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-so-not-doing-my-pi.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-8143229556392772003</id><published>2008-03-24T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T04:02:48.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just thought this short verse i found in ODB on sunday was really nice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus today is risen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O'er death triumphant reigns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He has burst the grave's strong prison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leading sin herself in chains.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;leading sin herself in chains! -clap clap-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then on sunday i read that when Jesus died, there was an earthquake, a lot of dead holy people were raised and they walked among the Jews for many days after. wow. must've been quite scary. shows just how much power there was in Jesus' death. and if his death (which is a natural course of events by the way) was powerful, why how much more his resurrection, which is 'unnatural'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i thank You Lord. for being so faithful, and creating in me this response to be faithful as well. to have Your faith, Your faithfulness.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-8143229556392772003?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/8143229556392772003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=8143229556392772003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/8143229556392772003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/8143229556392772003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-thought-this-short-verse-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-3088481369794282099</id><published>2008-03-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T06:39:18.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know whether to laugh or cry. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coin-operated boy : Excuses so deep within your tongue says:&lt;br /&gt;andrea&lt;br /&gt;coin-operated boy : Excuses so deep within your tongue says:&lt;br /&gt;i am some upsetting news&lt;br /&gt;[andre-a] hello sir. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;heyhey&lt;br /&gt;[andre-a] hello sir. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;what what?&lt;br /&gt;[andre-a] hello sir. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;what happened dear&lt;br /&gt;coin-operated boy : Excuses so deep within your tongue says:&lt;br /&gt;i think..&lt;br /&gt;coin-operated boy : Excuses so deep within your tongue says:&lt;br /&gt;i've gaioned weight!&lt;br /&gt;coin-operated boy : Excuses so deep within your tongue says:&lt;br /&gt;arghs!&lt;br /&gt;[andre-a] hello sir. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;[andre-a] hello sir. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU I THOUGHT WHAT HAPPENED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid jabez. waste my time, and my concern. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3088481369794282099?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3088481369794282099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3088481369794282099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3088481369794282099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3088481369794282099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-know-whether-to-laugh-or-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-6877042088526551013</id><published>2008-03-17T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:49:06.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe i deleted that photo !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe it! i mean, i dont remember doing so. :(&lt;br /&gt;im sad. i feel a loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-6877042088526551013?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6877042088526551013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=6877042088526551013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6877042088526551013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6877042088526551013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-believe-i-deleted-that-photo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-2366637512086307632</id><published>2008-03-17T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:32:41.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello it's me again, overjoyed to be blogging, and to have the privilege of people actually reading what nonsense i have to say. thank you thank you. hee.&lt;br /&gt;i cant not blog about vbs camp, can i? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never expected it to be that good. trusting God and all is one thing, but i knew i could've done more on my part by praying more, much more. just goes to show how He loves all the 115 lovely darlings too much to let them receive anything less than what He intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hundred and fifteen. 2 weeks before we had like half the number? haha. i must really applaud meimei for doing such a good job. she almost single-handedly did all the planning and admin stuff la, zhangs and i were quite slack. but then again we had the drama to rack our brains about. oh my goodness the drama. it was purely God taking care of the impact, and not us. i was so so so so happy and relieved (sorry lack of vocab to describe the intensity of the emotion) all 3 acts turned out so well. wanted to cry with joy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first night of vbs when we had some kind of breakdown (me clara zhangs) and almost decided to scrape the second act. we stoned and emo-ed at the stage at cana for one whole hour until 1040pm, before being convinced by the rest that we wouldnt come up with anything better, and so we shouldnt do away with it. and damn i thank God we didnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah but what's camp without some stress and dry moments? haha. but man, the feedback was so very good. really encouraged us a whole lot. and i dare say the drama helped us go through a lot as a team. finding out bout each other's work habits and stuff. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am missing the kids like mad. so many of them came up to me to say hi on sunday aahhh!! &lt;3 the greatest appreciation you can have is that of little kids like them, cos you know they're completely sincere and genuine about it. melts my heart, it does. love them to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay change of topic. why the heck am i so random. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i realised i can be a marriage counselor, im actually very opinionated when it comes to that kinda stuff. but that's such an uncool job. dont want. i want an exciting life in africa as a missionary. yeah right, i cant even begin to imagine how tough that'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it seems so hard to get back to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i keep praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but there's always something lacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is but space for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i have to realise that i cannot squeeze everything i want in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-2366637512086307632?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/2366637512086307632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=2366637512086307632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2366637512086307632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2366637512086307632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-its-me-again-overjoyed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-1110414138276137361</id><published>2008-03-02T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:14:32.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i think we purposely, on a subconscious level, choose to screw up our lives just to make things more interesting. aiya at least i think that's what happens to me sometimes. okay yes you can laugh at my warped ideas, cos that's exactly what im doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. had this conversation with chris just now. just to give you a glimpse of how annoyingly ego he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: "so, any hairy-legged boy chasing you yet?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "hmm. tons."&lt;br /&gt;chris: "aiya, but none of them will ever be good enough for any of you three granddaughters (me clara zw)."&lt;br /&gt;me: "you're right, but that's not because we're YOUR granddaughters."&lt;br /&gt;chris: "no, it's precisely because you are MY granddaughters, that's why nobody will be good enough for you!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "-.- i saw that coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. but jokes aside, i told him that i wouldnt get into a relationship anytime soon, and that i'll try my best not to even consider anything in jc. i used to be afraid of making this kinda statements, cos knwoing me, i was scared i wouldnt keep my word. so might as well not make. but recently i realised that making this kinda bold statements makes me accountable to the people around me, and there's this increased obligation to keep to what i say. so there. -gulp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe okay i shall go off to get some beauty sleep soon. im gonna have 3 very very hiong days of school, then break from thursday onwards. WOOH dont you just love rj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-1110414138276137361?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1110414138276137361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=1110414138276137361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1110414138276137361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1110414138276137361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-i-think-we-purposely-on.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-8571190997675913020</id><published>2008-02-28T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:53:16.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tragedy. tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream died.&lt;br /&gt;Cant go for lit trip to UK.&lt;br /&gt;Got cut out from broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i just hadd to blog about this. couldnt help it. i think a part of me died as well. but i cant imagine any better ending. well i could, i guess, but him dying was SUCH a proper resolution. i miss dream already :( felt such a huge loss. my favourite character! and mr stupid gaiman had to execute him. gotta give the man credit la i dont think any other ending would fit better than this. but, the end of the endless. how ironic. SIGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think kar liang is damn cute. he's such an adorable little child. karl doesnt walk into class, he does a perfect america's next top model &lt;i&gt;strut&lt;/i&gt;. he belts music to himself, and is quite good at mixing them, i must admit. he's a talent at acting. (fine MR won dramafeste. so?! nabil still rocked! best actor from HH wooh! okay diversion.)  today he camwhored with around 8 girls-me not included-and left us laughing fit to burst. yesterday he stared me in the eye and went, "andrea. i think you're really hot." me, i responded with, "oh, so now you're bi as well la." omg i love karl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall do a special feature on each of the eccentrics in my class for each post xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. okay i really didnt intend to post that much. now i've gotta think of a cunning way to respond in the negative to an equally cunningly crafted grand invitation. oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-8571190997675913020?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/8571190997675913020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=8571190997675913020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/8571190997675913020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/8571190997675913020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/02/tragedy.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-7043835176881501497</id><published>2008-02-27T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:59:00.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i developed some really profound thought just now.&lt;br /&gt;but it's slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;not in that mood anymore. dont wanna say what mood it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can conclude is that i scare myself sometimes. been running around sooo much. ah well. and then i thought of this. it's not that i dont know what i want, it's that i want everything im doing. there's a difference you know. i cant seem to give any of them up. all too important to me. but why is it that some people get to keep everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad she broke up, in a way. the relationship wasnt all that bad, if you look at it on the whole. but the thing about pressure from parents would've been too much to take. now her social circle will boom, like mine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha dodo tickles me so. i wonder where all the jokes come from. cheered me up so much. thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shihui transferred over to my class. so did audrey. our class just got that much more interesting. at least 10 out of the 27 ppl are eccentric, in the extreme. but then again it's rj. what do you expect. haha.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i think gia should be named like personality of the year/batch or something. someone as well-known as him should be at least formally recognised. heh. he's interesting. i tried to ask him to bathe today, or at least wash his hair. he replied with, "i will only bathe when the marginal benefit outweighs the marginal cost." how cute, he made a joke. heh. but the stink was quite bad today. nata sprayed shah's perfume on her hand and we shared it in between gulps of fresh air during econs lecture today. my goodness. never thought i'd actually meet people like that. interesting is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in proper endings. maybe not happy ones, but proper ones. i hope i'll do more than just survive this. gnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-7043835176881501497?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7043835176881501497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=7043835176881501497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7043835176881501497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7043835176881501497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-developed-some-really-profound.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-6552045320997548891</id><published>2008-02-10T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:21:49.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmm. mmmmmm. (:&lt;br /&gt;was that chinese new year that just passed? i never knew cnys could be so &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;. rah!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for first service. sermon by uncle robin was amazing. i told mark that i havent experienced such tangible power from the Spirit during sermons in a long long time. im so so thankful, so so relieved that God's power is still visible in our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that we left to eat breakfast at short john's, bought some supplies from giant, and trooped off to sentosa in a freaking cab. or should i say, two freaking cabs. -.- some ppl had some scuffles along the way but ah well. glad to say they're mature enough not to dwell on it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well over there we mostly played ball and frisbee, then they got really thirsty, and everyone ditched the water they bought from giant (dots). so james and i had to go buy drinks. we were at siloso, and dumb us dint expect the nearest 7-11 to be a whole mile away from the beach. so we walked to one end of sentosa, realised it wasnt there, and walked back all the way to the visitor's center. the funniest thing was that he was the only one topless over there, cos it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; the visitors' centre after all. HAHA. freaking hilarious. and me, i quietly bore all the associated embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we got bored of playing ball some of us went on a perilous journey climbing rocks, and just sat there enjoying the fantastic weather. okay we tortured some snails, and certain pieces of seaweed too, but shh. oh and someone did me a favour by stealing my louya bata slippers. i think the person mistook it for havaianas. sniggers. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clara and i camwhored like siao. lol. had some great girl bonding. you rock la girl. and PLEASE let down your darn hair you look a thousand times better. seriously. haha i really enjoyed the time we had at the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon lim and wayne and jabez had some major tanning session (so gu niang!) hahaha. and they were quite succesful i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wayne got tanned !!! that is quite phenomenal. national swimmer who's whiter than the moon finally gets a decent (more than decent actually) tan after spending one day at sentosa. LOL. jon tay said he looks like he has two burnt sausages for arms. hahaha. okay not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my suspicions that jinyang is actually a very interesting and fun person have finally been confirmed. xD he's a good swimmer la pok. and he knows how to have fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we made our way back to my place, and they were panicking about not bringing oranges. lol. in the end jon lim went back to shower and got oranges for everyone xD watched anger management, super funny la. dinner was the ultimate. all of us at one table, it was kinda impossible not to explode with laughter. this certain topic came up, but i shant elaborate on it here cos it was quite mean. but hilarious still. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well zhangs couldnt go. that was the one regretted thing. but we still had a tremendous amount of fun! mm so that was my sunday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i feel so blessed!! mmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-6552045320997548891?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6552045320997548891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=6552045320997548891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6552045320997548891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6552045320997548891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/02/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-1457645591802641673</id><published>2008-02-07T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:10:56.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>coin-operated boy : Fell in love with the girl at the rock show! says:&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;coin-operated boy : Fell in love with the girl at the rock show! says:&lt;br /&gt;why you up sooo early?&lt;br /&gt;coin-operated boy : Fell in love with the girl at the rock show! says:&lt;br /&gt;blog about me me ME!&lt;br /&gt;coin-operated boy : Fell in love with the girl at the rock show! says:&lt;br /&gt;you better be doing that now ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY HELLO JABEZ LISTEN UP&lt;br /&gt;im gonna blog about you :D&lt;br /&gt;yes finally you get some webspace. not like the web doesnt have enough junk already. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but actually i've said this before! jabez is natural poet. jabez is cool &lt;s&gt;ah beng&lt;/s&gt; punk. (: jabez is good artistic designer. jabez is the epitome of FUNNYY. jabez is jablatties xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy? -grin- i think i did a good job. come my house for dinner ah you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmms i think i might as well blog bout some other things. ah well. recently it's been kinda hectic for me. vbs and all that. chinese new year is a much-needed break. thank God i dont have work to do! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both my brother and i got like 434 bucks each from yesterday alone, in 14 ang paos. !!! i was shocked la, why everyone so generous this year xD but we gave everything to our parents anyway and kept only 40 bucks, so no diff. just revel in the wonder of the sheer amount of money. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy i cant wait for steamboat at ma house on sunday. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-1457645591802641673?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1457645591802641673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=1457645591802641673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1457645591802641673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1457645591802641673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/02/coin-operated-boy-fell-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-7232584141782963801</id><published>2008-01-27T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T07:10:30.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think suharto died for his own good. haha okay who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i need to blog bout my birthday; it's the smallest thing i can do in return to acknowledge all of them/you for their/your efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone ever had a week-long celebration? my goodness la this year's was nothing short of extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the celebration started on SUNDAY the 20th, 3 days before the actual day. enos got me a very last minute cake and celebrated with our class. thank you, it was really nice of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, ate pizza hut with classmates ie shah guillaume karl, and miffy whom i dragged along, and somehow it turned into some informal celebration. or at least they said it was, and offered to treat me, although i declined. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday it was shah guillaume and miffy again. this time the guys were the ones dragged along. haha. miff got me a swissbake choc truffle cake aaaahhh!!! ate indo bbq at ps foodcourt (we were on budget la) and sang bday song and all. weeeird but interesting! hehe. then we all kena-ed the choc powder it was damn funny. thank you miffy i love you to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall skip wednesday first. -grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs was my family's celebration, mama got me a banana chocolate cake (looks like my weakness for chocolate is really well-known) from the royals. thank you mummy daddy gabriel i love you loads. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was a break haha. then saturday had yet another cake with the dancers (mango this time, it was a january babies celebration, but still as good!), and another one with my ypm cell, mango also. lol. today the first session teachers sang me happy birthday again. yes, i had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt; cakes and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eight&lt;/span&gt; birthday songs in total xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, ahem! i walked up to my og's meeting place and tadaah there was this huge happy birthday andrea banner hung up there. apparently the guys stayed back after school to do it oh mannn. very pleasantly surprised :) then cos i always come so early, there were only 4 of them there, and they popped out from somewhere and sang happy birthday. a while later wanxin came with cake, mmm. THANK YOU OG i am significantly touched!! -hug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5yRnphBVoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/D-0WvQwi5to/s1600-h/Image068%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5yRnphBVoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/D-0WvQwi5to/s320/Image068%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160159383405024898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was og. my wunnerful class (have i mentioned what an extremely awesome class im in? -exclaims-) wrote me a card, which nata designed. freaking professional. o.O&lt;br /&gt;olly and her bought me a really glam white tote lol (go basketballers!), and about 7 ppl shared the cost. i think nata olly shah guillaume leonard sudana james. pok la you guys rockkk. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then!!! the highlight highlight buh bighlight (shit im sounding like jontay) was at nighttt after dance when i met them (zhangs clara jon jon wayne shawn jem aaron joseph chris) at city hall. or more specifically, met zhangs, who led me, and she did a very good job of stalling time i must say, to wherever they planned to celebrate. it turned out to be esplanade library's arts cafe, where we had owning dinner. rahh! it was quite funny, cos we all tried to keep our volume down and stuff. it was a library after all. haha. anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left after that to go toilet, then when i came back i got the shock of my life. they were playing my birthday song on the freaking instruments!!!! i came in and my jaw just dropped. i sat down on the throne (cushion stool) of honour and they presented the heart-shaped, awfully chocolate cake aaaahhh i almost melted into nothingness there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it dint stop there. there was also the hugeass (twice of your normal vanguard sheet sized) card that they so lovingly put together, with all the memorable pictures.&lt;br /&gt;and thennnn they gave me this tiny box in this tiny bag.&lt;br /&gt;"nah, your present."&lt;br /&gt;"dont tell me it's necklace or earring againnn ah."&lt;br /&gt;-opens box- (it said d'meyson's jewellery on the outside, so i was like shruggs. oops how wrong i was to think that!! haha.)&lt;br /&gt;i saw a glittery cross pendant.&lt;br /&gt;"ooh.. haha thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh it's a diamond pendant leh. silver-gold too."&lt;br /&gt;-andrea does a double take-&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my woooooordddd. i squeezed the price out of jon lim, it was freaking 180. a hundred and eighty bucks. sent my mind into a whirl. no one's ever spent so crazy much on a present for me before. i was speechless for a whole minute i think. the best/worst (i cant decide which) part is this: i found out that only wayne shawn and jem shared the cost for it, but they said it was everyone. aaahhhhh i love you guys to BITS. thank you sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ate cake and played stupid games at the rooftop garden, the atmosphere was so super duper romantic, so i guess we spoiled more than a few pairs of couples' making out time. HAHA sucks to you! well then finally, after a lot more camwhoring (of course), we went home. i felt so overwhelmed with love. i still do! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5yd9JhBVrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DnLPgZDnLFc/s1600-h/Image053%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5yd9JhBVrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DnLPgZDnLFc/s320/Image053%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160172946911745714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;darling miffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5ydVphBVpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UXmG1NnDl5I/s1600-h/Image101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5ydVphBVpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UXmG1NnDl5I/s320/Image101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160172268306912914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5ydfphBVqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AKtKRzJY_oo/s1600-h/Image082%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5ydfphBVqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AKtKRzJY_oo/s320/Image082%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160172440105604770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha wayne you look dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the birthdays i've had, and planned, i've never seen a more amazing, fantastic one. i was seriously dangerously close to tearing. thank you all so so so so much, i cant seem to say it enough. it was so much more than i'd dared imagine it to be. and thank You God, for such awesome friends. i wouldnt trade you guys for the world!! -HUUUUUUG-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooh so that was my birth&lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt;week. i feel like a princess. a very very much loved princess indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would've been absolutely perfect if you were here too. but dont worry, they took good care of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH ONCE AGAIN YOU GUYS MAKE LIFE SO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-7232584141782963801?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7232584141782963801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=7232584141782963801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7232584141782963801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7232584141782963801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-suharto-died-for-his-own-good.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5yRnphBVoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/D-0WvQwi5to/s72-c/Image068%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-4584406199794301225</id><published>2008-01-19T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:40:17.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5IXU-sjzLI/AAAAAAAAALs/yxik9dPWpD0/s1600-h/2008+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5IXU-sjzLI/AAAAAAAAALs/yxik9dPWpD0/s320/2008+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157210172487355570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5IUL-sjzKI/AAAAAAAAALk/3fxzaKUxV58/s1600-h/2008+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5IUL-sjzKI/AAAAAAAAALk/3fxzaKUxV58/s320/2008+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157206719333649570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5IXu-sjzMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PIX1jgTnAyY/s1600-h/2008+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5IXu-sjzMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/PIX1jgTnAyY/s320/2008+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157210619163954370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5ITyesjzJI/AAAAAAAAALc/BRt1aLo-XWg/s1600-h/2008+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5ITyesjzJI/AAAAAAAAALc/BRt1aLo-XWg/s320/2008+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157206281246985362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5IYSOsjzNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8BjNnyvfdOA/s1600-h/DSCF0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5IYSOsjzNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8BjNnyvfdOA/s320/DSCF0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157211224754343122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing orientation a lot, as you can tell! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was our first dance session. we had PT. ran five rounds, and did a whole hour and a half of crazy stretching and conditioning. freak! and rj pe is really hardcore. sprinted 5 rounds and did conditioning for second lesson. mama pok. but it feels so shuang to workout. pe was yesterday late morning, then after school played badminton with the people again, then first thing in the morning today dance, after that rushed to church for more dance. if this keeps up every week im gonna be super fit in no time xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah do i sound incoherent or what. shacked beyond belief, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye james, take care and beware the transvestites in thailand. dont forget to get me a &lt;s&gt;fake&lt;/s&gt; coach bag. welcome back clara, i wish i could've stayed at the airport till 12 but certain restraints like parents and exhaustion kept me from doing so. cant wait to see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-4584406199794301225?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4584406199794301225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=4584406199794301225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4584406199794301225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4584406199794301225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/01/missing-orientation-lot-as-you-can-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/R5IXU-sjzLI/AAAAAAAAALs/yxik9dPWpD0/s72-c/2008+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-2399148851138329194</id><published>2008-01-10T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:22:51.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jc life has been quite a lot of fun, probably because of the ultra slack first week timetable haha. but it brings with it its share of headaches as well. aahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun part first. my class! im so glad the guys are nice and friendly. hehe okay la i shant be so biased against ri ppl anymore. nata and i hardly know the girls, so we're closer to them. oh no, that cant be too good. but oh well, they're really fun-loving. played frisbee and captain's ball with them and lots of other ppl today at parade square, girls against guys-and of course they owned us. -.- but it was only cos they had height. chuh. we had skill that they couldnt match! ahaha. then went for  math lecture all sweaty and red. quite happening la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have four free blocks in total tmrw, but us being smart people, we planned our itinery already! gonna play taboo and charades and captain's and frisbee again, besides mugging for math. :) yayay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops i gtg for dinner now i just told jon and jabez not to be late hehe. i have a feeling they'll be anyway! lol. i miss the bunch so so much la. ugh! cant wait for gab's thanksgiving dinner this sun. wooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you stop it with the stalking pleeease. me not saying anything doesnt mean i dont know. i dont wanna have to be mean. i really dont. argh. yes feel my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to the rest, have a great weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-2399148851138329194?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/2399148851138329194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=2399148851138329194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2399148851138329194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2399148851138329194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/01/jc-life-has-been-quite-lot-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-2441986081547808154</id><published>2008-01-06T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T07:30:26.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay jan update, since someone is asking for it. who? tell me leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, orientation's been really fun so far. it dint start with a bang, in fact i was yawning my head off on the first day. but then it built up and thursday and friday have been so exciting. i guess it's what you make of it. if you're enthu and you make your group enthu too then everyone'll have a lot more fun. mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat and sun was spent with my lovely darlings from church grrarh missed them so much!! jon's right, we're so much a part of each others' lives already, not seeing them for 3 days straight is extremely strange and unbearable. haha. but then we caught up a lot within these 2 days. went clara's place to eat dinner today with zhangs james jon jon wayne jinyang jabez. salmon baked rice was ownage. :) before that i played cards with the guys for like half an hour then got a stupid stomachache. haha dumb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i went there was when zhangs jon jon wayne and i stayed over. i'll never forget those crazy two days. we're damn tight now, the seven of us, including shawn. it's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there're the older guys from cm who hang out with us too, taiyong caleb tim evan james. they're cool people, and good people to learn from. evan spent an entire hour talking to me bout jc. haha thanks! taiyong, i'll keep you in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm lemme see what else. oh im taking the p5 class in 1st session this year (the one with gabriel gan! haha) . zhangs moved up to 1st too, but she's taking p3. im still a bit apprehensive bout attending bilingual service, but i'll trust God about where He's leading me. both of us are vbs vice-chairs, and meimei's chair. yayay! keep us and the camp in prayer please thank you soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God anchor my feet firmly to the ground and dont let me drift anywhere You dont want me to. thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random stuff: i miss gabriel lee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-2441986081547808154?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/2441986081547808154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=2441986081547808154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2441986081547808154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2441986081547808154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-jan-update-since-someone-is-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-9097233871655125466</id><published>2007-12-26T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:14:00.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder if i can be shocked by anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yesterday night's revelation was like a slap to my face. i asked God for a clear mind, to take away all that mist. well that sure slapped me awake, it did. i would be lying if i said i swallowed the fact down without a sound. why? why do i have to be the one involved and knowing this? why do i have to be the one the apology is made to? i wish i could turn the regret away, i wish i could erase what was done. how i ache to believe it never happened. if it was me who made the mistake, would it be any better? no i dont think i'd be strong enough to live with it if it happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;reputations to keep and too many consequences at stake. i've learnt myself that living a double-faced life sucks. to the core. that serving two masters and trying to convince yourself you're not doing so is like spitting in God's face. that being a good Christian and not coming from a messed up family certainly doesnt immunize you from making decisions that will mess up your life. but God is faithful even when we are unfaithful, and the best part is that He gives second chances. His forgiveness is ours for the taking, and boy am i glad for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few months (since september) He's been opening my eyes to a LOT of things, most of which i'd rather i not know about, but i sense His burden for all the hurting that's going on. and what more appropriate a time to pull me out of that sheltered ignorance into the real world than when i'd finally healed and recovered myself. i told Him last night too that i dont want and dont need another hard painful lesson, because i've learnt it. so many things they are going through now i have gone through, crashing and burning badly along the way. but what's important is the finishing i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if You want me to, give me strength to. if You want me to do Your will, give me wisdom to. if You want me to love, give me Your love, show me how much You can love, and then teach me to love like You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; He knows my name&lt;br /&gt;He knows my every thought&lt;br /&gt;He sees each tear that falls&lt;br /&gt;And He hears me when I call&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-9097233871655125466?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/9097233871655125466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=9097233871655125466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/9097233871655125466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/9097233871655125466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wonder-if-i-can-be-shocked-by.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-4251351923323009719</id><published>2007-12-16T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:12:38.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh dear i am feeling very lazy indeed. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camps were great.......... i dont dare to blog bout them in case i dont do them justice.&lt;br /&gt;you can always read about them on other blogs i guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we all probably know, some huge stuff happened during ypm camp. but i hope it blows over soon. and sorry if this offends anyone, but i hope people GROW UP. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya im too lazy to continue i shall blog hop. hyeh hyeh see you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-4251351923323009719?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4251351923323009719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=4251351923323009719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4251351923323009719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4251351923323009719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-dear-i-am-feeling-very-lazy-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-3808236612409453132</id><published>2007-11-26T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:13:44.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i apologise for the utter lack of posts because of my laziness. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well i shall just post whatever i think is significant now xD and esther like pretty much covered everything in her blog-cum-newsletter already LOL. it's like a diary of all our fun times la! coolness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four things i shall crap about today. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the freaking FUN 'roller-coaster' ride me esther and wayne had in church, by ben xD esther and i sat down on the trolley thing and wayne used our heads as steering gear -.- ben was the poor thing who had to push us: all around the first floor, up to the fourth floor in the lift, down to basement, up the basement slope, down the basement slope, around the carpark, and finally up to fourth floor in fits of laughter. LOL seriously never had a more exhilarating ride in my entire life. it was utterly hilarious la!! xDxDxD cant wait for my next ride hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. camp! im 'continental head' hurhur what a funny name for family leader. and our family's the only one with twooo continents muahaha cos we are the amiericans, yes think hot sexy latinos, not fat boring northerners. YAY got vivian and krystel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway speaking of camp im getting quite excited. keep praying people, and pray for praying stamina! i love the way we have so many prayer meetings, as compared to last year. but this year's manpower boom is kinda scary man. plus the 5 of us (jonlim jontay clara zhangs and i) will hafta songlead every morning &gt;&lt; will trust God to take care of all of us though, and to be present and to work in the camp, cos without Him it'd just be an empty shell wont it. mmhmm. we goan have loads of fun yes? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. qianhua! hahahaha you asked me to blog bout you, so okay lor one paragraph. eh use my blog space must pay money one okay :P nyeheh. k here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qians is like a honeydew she's bouncy and flavourful and sweet, but soft and cute and deeper than you think. it's not easy to figure her out, and i hope i'll be able to one day. hahaha. my prayer for you is that you'll continue to grow with as little bruises as possible, and be used by God mightily in the future because He can and will do so. :] special smiley for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. k someone said this should be blogged about so i shall do it. warning: randomness ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking down tampines interchange late at night (1120pm) can be quite an eye-opener the nightlife is pretty... amusing, i might say. for example we always see this family playing badminton at the empty space along eastlink, beside the confectionery xD quite smart huh, dont have to pay 12 bucks every week to play. hint hint hint. LOL then not long after laughing about that, this cyclist-as in serious cyclist with outfit and all-zooms past, dropping all his otah skins around and cutting through them, without noticing a thing, i observed. waved at passers-by somemore. five seconds later he zooms back again, damn funny. then while waiting for my bus further up, again. yes the freaking interchange transforms into an exercise center late at night. i find it very very very tickling. xDxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes in case you were wondering about my nick on msn, it refers to the four days where my parents are !! out of town !! cos they're having a bible camp !! in KL. !! HEHEHE. and that is why you see me online at 2am. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have been a good girl please reward me with marks and spencers chocolate cookies (oh shit my tummy just rumbled).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3808236612409453132?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3808236612409453132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3808236612409453132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3808236612409453132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3808236612409453132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-i-apologise-for-utter-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-383671395835140773</id><published>2007-11-13T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:45:16.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello again. prom was funn. :) so many pics i almost got blinded. what a super glam night. i was so overwhelmed, couldnt recognise like half my batch? hahaha. ah well. four years pass so quickly. i heard about 7 people from our class are going to another jc. that's like 1/4 of us. i'll miss them so much. it's rj's loss, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh dont really have the mood to blog now cos of certain stuff that happened in the morning/early afternoon hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing when to open your mouth and when to keep it shut-now that is wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he's delusional. dunno. why's it his business anyway, i should be the one getting worked up about it, if anything. but im not at all! shrugs. i dont get why it got blown up so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaarghh i cant stand being cooped up at home. but my darlings zhangs shawn jon cant go out with us today. *pulls long face*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-383671395835140773?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/383671395835140773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=383671395835140773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/383671395835140773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/383671395835140773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-215008619382622036</id><published>2007-11-11T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T07:19:05.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo! finally got my dress and shoes. *breathes huge huge sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya i cant believe i changed so much. never expected i'd be so unbothered bout what i'd be wearing for prom. listen, prom is tomorrow which is monday, but i just got my dress on thursday. no there's no fancy smancy dress for me, it's the i-couldnt-be-bothered-to-shop-anymore kinda dress. and my shoes, accessories and makeup. got today. tonight actually.&lt;br /&gt;MANNN so much fuss and hassle over prom !! aint gonna do such last minute stuff again when i get to j2. IF i go for prom then. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die la, i heard from kuoying that sipei's like so overglam (cos her mum owns a freaking bridal shop), and even NATA got a 'chio chio dress'. my goodness someone save me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay change topic before i get more depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhh jabez is a freaking poet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the start of this very day,&lt;br /&gt;you named a price i couldn't pay&lt;br /&gt;from the start i knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you didnt mean to sing this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice actually for a raw poem he came up with over msn, especially the last line. lol! write more emo stuff and turn them into proper songs la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i added some rubbish for him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i to tell you when we should&lt;br /&gt;when will you tell me why you took&lt;br /&gt;my heart and let it hang&lt;br /&gt;like a butchered piece of meat upon a hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O morbid is so not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jabez added somemore stuff, but i couldnt really make sense of it. dorts xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya. rumours rumours rumours. i dint even have any IDEA they were going around until kind isaac asked me about it when they started dying down. and they were pretty widespread. almost spoilt a good friendship. ah well glad they died down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;street e on saturday was an eye-opener for me, and quite exciting too. :) im really looking forward to this sat's outreach. go everyone! go God! yeah yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-215008619382622036?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/215008619382622036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=215008619382622036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/215008619382622036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/215008619382622036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/11/woohoo-finally-got-my-dress-and-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-4645202666402524378</id><published>2007-11-09T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:06:17.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's so easy to judge. but we musnt fall into that trap. and like i warned jon when we were both feeling so pek chek abourrit, we must be careful all the more about what we think or say now. we must make sure we do everything in love, even when the easy way out is just to leave it like it is, and let the problem get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord grant us divine wisdom, discernment and the maturity to do the right thing, what You want us to do. thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You always have, You always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You saved me once, You save me still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"how do you pronounce lmao?" "rofl?" "lol?"&lt;br /&gt;wah lau please la im not THAT disconnected. xD&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we played badminton again yesterday. finally! but zhangs darlhs wasnt there :( nehmind. jem and mich played doubles against wayne and james but the two guys won, very tyco-ly. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i teamed up with james against wayne and aaron, but we dint count score. james is good! better than i expected at least. aiya, like what zw says, army guy whaaat. lawl. and the putitaht and gomelu and chaplattis thing reeeally gets on my funny bone HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conference the past few days have been good :) gah wanted to blog more but gotta fly now, hafta reach church at 130 to do props. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-4645202666402524378?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4645202666402524378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=4645202666402524378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4645202666402524378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4645202666402524378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-so-easy-to-judge.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-5662282688047088163</id><published>2007-11-06T07:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:09:47.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAWN. i dunno why me esther yeening have such small font on our posts. make your eyes bleed hehehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. i shall just blog a bit before i retire for my royal sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we all met for the most FANTASTIC movie i ever watched, and ever will see, in my entire life. everyone, please go watch the seeker. it's corny to the point of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ridiculousity.&lt;/span&gt; yes uncle i invented that word out of extreme vexation. oh nononono actually it's really worth watching you know. so worth watching that everyone said "thanks joseph for the treat" after the movie xD rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, idiot dad was throwing popcorn at me as usual. i tried to throw back but ended up missing and hitting jon -sorreh darling!!- hahahaha. hmmms i miss mumsy shawn. :( you must buy lotsa goodies for your good lil daughters from chinah k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. met wayne yeening shuxin jem enos tiew jon jabez aaron esther and poon in order of appearance, if i can rmb correctly. lols. the whole lot of us to buy amandia and cara's presents. -.- be very honoured!! but of course half the group only helped with eye power la. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm so we bought the gifts (whoa finally) while mr aaron lim was being damn childish and embarrassing omg i shall not elaborate -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at superdog and train ride home was -interesting- to say the least. (WHEEWWWW i almost lost the entire post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the embarrassing stepmum and uncle sent estah sistah home and daddy accompanied me to the interchange, and talked about... some stuff. was feeling tired too. long day for me lehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please God dont let it rain tmrw so i can get my bum out for some running at last. prease prease thank You :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k goodnight everyone. gonna meet ppl again early in the afternoon for lunch, and another long day. blog when i blog again. till then, hold the world up for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-5662282688047088163?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5662282688047088163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=5662282688047088163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5662282688047088163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5662282688047088163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/11/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-3906517353144715403</id><published>2007-11-04T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:00:10.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. where should i start? i have so much to blog about! lazy andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was farewell assembly for the sec fours, and for deb tan too cos she's gonna leave to principal the sports school a.k.a. super stinky school (hehe -pokes someone-). the award-giving ceremony was boring, as expected, after all the rehearsals we went through. chuh. i have a picture of zeslene and i looking super bored on stage. oops. speaking of zes, we have some sort of unspoken yuan fen. forever ending up with each other in weird stuff like this. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then! we surprised dt with our batch item, i only have a vague memory of how exactly it went, but it would suffice to say that it went extremely well. to cut the story short, we went up to class after that and camwhored and what not, got back progress reports. well i really must must thank God for those unbelievable results, and all the lovely people who prayed for me. please, pardon me as i take this chance to show off his blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english A+ (which means &gt;80 !!!)&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese B (from 60-64. a big improvement from C+ last sem heh)&lt;br /&gt;add and ele math A (70-79 this means. i could hardly believe it)&lt;br /&gt;social studies A&lt;br /&gt;literature A&lt;br /&gt;geography A&lt;br /&gt;chemistry B+ (65-69. MY GOODNESS?! i barely scraped through last sem!)&lt;br /&gt;physics A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall gpa: 3.56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh thank You Lord. i never saw better results in my entire secondary school life. thank You for rescuing me just in time by pulling me back to my studies 3 weeks before the eoys, thank You for giving me such extraordinary mugging stamina, thank You even for letting me fall sick throughout the exams so that i understood what it meant to fully rely upon You, and to have no energy at all for any kind of anxiety or worry. finally i thank You for all the innumerable blessings i didnt notice. all glory and honour be unto You and You alone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sure felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to sidetrack a bit, i remember chris enlightening us to the meaning of praying God's kingdom come and his will to be done: it means to pray for his kingdom of love to invade into this age of evil and even then overcome it. that's how and why people get healed. o.O cool aint it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well saturday. i had the privilege of listening to a very good sermon once again, by samson. (thank you!) it cut right to the root of what needed to be fixed in ypm, and it was really relevant, i must say. touched my heart, and i bet it did for many others as well! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we had powerpraise, and i had a great time worshipping and being refreshed both physically and spiritually. van completely forgot about first service and i almost had to play. ugh thank goodness she rushed down in time. anyway! luke was being such an adorable brat. !!&lt;br /&gt;"you are SO FAARNIEEEE hurhurhurhurhur" with his slitted up huge eyes and chubby face xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we stoned from like 230 to 4 plus at chapel watching thanksgiving rehearsal, with wayne daddei falling asleep on jon's shoulder. and what better time to snap as many photos of him as we wanted! HAHAHA. i cant wait for jon to upload all his pics. damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came more stoning. quite bad i must say. me yeening jon wayne jesh just sat at the lobby for like half an hour doing absolutely nothing, just waited for smth to happen. well nothing did. so we just decided to leave, and took 31. i shall not elaborate on what the heck went on in the bus between jon and dad -.- gross is an understatement! lol. so having nothing to do, the five of us trooped to bedok inter to eat dessert. a chee kueh war broke out with us snatching each other's portions xD then! esther saved the day by calling and telling us her mum intended to treat like 15 of us for dinner. (RAHHH you should've seen me grin, and jeshua scolding me :P) but jon hadta go home to studyy. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things got a lot more interesting lol. the rest of us had a really fun time at dinner at no signboard (!) with the usual snatching war-it was peanuts this time- and kind uncle jesh being &lt;s&gt;bullied&lt;/s&gt; into being our imperial prawn peeler. LOL sorry unc you love your bro and niece too much xD oh we had COFFEE pork ribs. how strange that i found it nice. and a jug of soft drink cost &lt;i&gt;ten&lt;/i&gt; freaking bucks. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we lured chris to the breakwaters outside again and surprised him when he came up to the restaurant! yays. okay this birthday trick is really overused. it should be the last time we use it xD cant believe we dint know last monday was his birthday. hahaha. and i cant stand the number of november babies i know now! knowing so many people has its bad side sometimes. burns your pocket bad. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh jiayou o level people with ss and bio paper 2 today. God be with yall. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now the love song is the stand, by hillsongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You stood before creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Eternity within Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You spoke the earth into motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You stood before my failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Carried the Cross for my shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My sin weighed upon Your shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So what can I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But offer this heart O God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Completely to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll walk upon salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Your Spirit alive in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;This life to declare Your promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So what can I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What can I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But offer this heart O God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Completely to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I’ll stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;With arms high and heart abandoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;In awe of the One who gave it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I’ll stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My soul Lord to You surrendered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;All I am is Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SHOW ME YOUR GLORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3906517353144715403?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3906517353144715403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3906517353144715403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3906517353144715403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3906517353144715403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-6564226947611159373</id><published>2007-10-29T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:09:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time to unload my weekend blast again! (bigger font! o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll just blog a bit. let's start with friday. kudos and many thanks to my dance juniors for hosting such a well-organised and wonderful farewell. loooves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. what's wrong with me im blogging like a freaking twelve-year-old!! must be the ten chinese essays i just read. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay! here're the pics of the beauty queens! hyeh hyeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybGyMdFMMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LTYanYO555M/s1600-h/sec4sline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybGyMdFMMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LTYanYO555M/s320/sec4sline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127003791446847682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your highnesses :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybG98dFMNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tK2VDodwLgU/s1600-h/sec4sn3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybG98dFMNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tK2VDodwLgU/s320/sec4sn3s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127003993310310610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the darling sec 3s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybHccdFMOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_GEK6t3uND4/s1600-h/sec4sn2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybHccdFMOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_GEK6t3uND4/s320/sec4sn2s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127004517296320738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sec 2s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybHssdFMPI/AAAAAAAAALE/T1WDlevVRSo/s1600-h/sec4sn1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybHssdFMPI/AAAAAAAAALE/T1WDlevVRSo/s320/sec4sn1s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127004796469194994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sec 1s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybI6cdFMRI/AAAAAAAAALU/aDvBJswL80k/s1600-h/sec4snlaoshis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybI6cdFMRI/AAAAAAAAALU/aDvBJswL80k/s320/sec4snlaoshis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127006132204024082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with laoshi, ms kum and mrs tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what an unforgettable farewell we had. okay i think i better stop before i puke at my horrible blogging today, but before that, i have to say i'll miss my juniors, and thank you so much for the all the fun. shit am i gonna miss this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybHssdFMPI/AAAAAAAAALE/T1WDlevVRSo/s1600-h/sec4sn1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-6564226947611159373?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6564226947611159373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=6564226947611159373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6564226947611159373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6564226947611159373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-highnesses-d-with-darling-sec-3s.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RybGyMdFMMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LTYanYO555M/s72-c/sec4sline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-3835731494824691151</id><published>2007-10-25T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T04:25:53.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy (belated) birthday wayne!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;i think i still owe you a lotta money.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh im so glad the surprise worked yesterday. ALTHOUGH stupid jinyang almost freaking blew our cover!! everyone was screaming at him when we found out la xD but thank goodness for jeshua. that was some pro acting. and yes i cast you for the role because acting depressed is like your, naturale talente. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jabez, you missed everything! aawww. well here's how the thing went: i met up with the bday crew after they prepared everything cos i was lazy hyeh then we went to lagoon and jon and wayne were late. by 1.5 hours. -.- shawn and i regret cancellling the buy-a-creamy-cake-to-whack-wayne-with plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. anyway while we were waiting, the cows almost came home, and i suggested eating chicken wings :D&lt;br /&gt;"how many you want?"&lt;br /&gt;"uh 20 will do. -smiles sweetly-"&lt;br /&gt;"YOU SIAO AR."&lt;br /&gt;.......10 min later........&lt;br /&gt;"WAH yall really ordered 20?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grin grin. in the end before jon wayne joseph and angela came, we finished like 2/3s of everything. xD and i was feeling kiiiinda bad, then stupid caleb said, "aiya actually now it's all cold already and not nice, so why dont we do them a favour and just eat the rest la...." so i got tricked!! i ate one more wing, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was still warm&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well finally they came. had a nice chat with jonnehhhh over dinner (love you darlh!) hahaha. and we hid the cake so freaking well, but jinyang just had to go, "so where's the cake ar?" in front of wayne. (!!!) and jesh had to use all his wits to distract and bluff him. hahahaha. then we started leaving group by group as planned.. and he suspected smth, but heng after that it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jesh brought him to some super duper far place near the water ski park and we had a damn hard time finding them!! oh shawn yeening and i got bitten by sandflies. chuh. and we heard that jinyang was like laughing the whole time he was with jesh and wayne, and almost gave us away; &lt;s&gt;we almost killed him.&lt;/s&gt; lols. but anyway we succeeded! woohoo. bet he almost cried! haha. we cut and ate cake at the nice convenient grass patch there; it was really cosy and nice :D&lt;br /&gt;after that they started tekan-ing him, but it was quite tame compared to the cake-whacking we planned. just pinned him down to the grass-it looked veryyy wrong-then poured sea water all over him xD but no fun, cos he made jesh and caleb promise not to touch him, if not it would've been seriously hilarious. we videoed the entire thing. xD then they turned on shawn and did the same thing. poor chap. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a hell lot of fun la jon was being siao on the way back lawll. shared cab with him wayne and jesh, and had another chat with him, serious this time. ah well. im glad i have such good friends who're there to comfort and encourage me, even though other ppl give trouble sometimes. love yallllll much much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ZHANGS DEAH I MISSED YOU TO HIGH HEAVENS. blehhxzxzxz. nevermind we got badminton tmrw! we goan thrash daddy and mummy together. yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog more if i feel like it. till then, all my love to all the sweet people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3835731494824691151?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3835731494824691151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3835731494824691151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3835731494824691151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3835731494824691151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-belated-birthday-wayne-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-2362759013530830044</id><published>2007-10-20T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:54:06.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the big topic of these few months must be: change of impression. correction: HUGE change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh i dunno who to believe man. im just glad i dont have to keep it all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrea darling, the world isnt as innocent as you make it out to be. heh how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, it's been a great two days with that group of friends. bible study with chris and sermon by matt today at ypm really refreshed my spirit. :) was the best ypm service i attended in quite a while, actually. thanks again matt, if you're reading this, and thank You Lord :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for bible study, what chris revealed to us about what the gospel was really about was quite life-changing actually. the whole faith OF Christ vs. faith in Christ thing makes a huge difference. if only mr apostle paul'd bother to explain all his power-packed words in the letter itself. haha. anyway, i think this is quite important for all who call themselves christians:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not just a belief in a set of facts that gives us salvation. it's having the faithful obedience of Christ that makes us God's people. the greek word for faith has all these connotations, so we must not only believe, but be transformed to follow the perfect pattern of sonship that Jesus is. the difference?&lt;br /&gt;faith IN Christ: OUR faith.&lt;br /&gt;faith OF Christ: HIS faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's so much more!! ohhh. Romans class is really really good. really food for the soul. im so glad the attendance exploded la. we can hardly fit into one classroom now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay. played badminton with them again, after dunno how many weeks. FELT SO GOOD. loll. especially when zhangs and i thrashed wayne and jinyang (YESSSSSSS i knew the day would come). and i must specially mention jeremy. he's damn pro cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that i went botanical gardens for bio, and walked a freaking hell lot. HAHA i cant stop laughing at zeslene she arrived just as we finished the trip xD well then after one and a half hours of playing badminton you must be able to imagine how shacked i was. but i was surprisingly very very awake and alert during and after bible study, and all through the conference with the usual ppl. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; JIAYOU FOR O'S&lt;/span&gt; everyone we'll have lotsa fun again after that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: jon and jabez are ultimate&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-2362759013530830044?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/2362759013530830044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=2362759013530830044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2362759013530830044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2362759013530830044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-topic-of-these-few-months-must-be.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-3483685599168024265</id><published>2007-10-14T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:30:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dyou think im proud? hums.&lt;br /&gt;i think so. for a period of time i wasnt. then i dunno why but i think it started creeping back to me. sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i thought of how mean i've been to a lotta people.&lt;br /&gt;how guarded i was about myself.                                   am?&lt;br /&gt;how full of contempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. you have issues girl, issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3483685599168024265?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3483685599168024265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3483685599168024265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3483685599168024265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3483685599168024265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/10/dyou-think-im-proud-hums.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-4137221682538560325</id><published>2007-10-10T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:04:19.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN YOU LIBRARIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hypocritical, self-righteous, inflexible, sanctimonius, disgusting, revolting royal piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i cant recall when the last time was that someone made me so freaking mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhhh the b-word's coming out. stop me stop me. she deserves it anyway. cant believe how the heck she can be so horrible and yet still breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. calm down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. unassuming student (me) was happily watching her beloved pride and prejudice on the laptop in the library.&lt;br /&gt;2. above-mentioned stinking orang utan librarian (too much terry pratchett sorry) snuck up behind me and kicked up a royal fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turn up the volume for the parts of her speech to like. maximum. -.-&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, what are you doing?! Are you watching a video or a movie? Do you know you're not supposed to watch movies on the laptop?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, then where can i watch it?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO YOU CANT WATCH IT NOW you can only watch when the school day is over. *gives malicious glare*"&lt;br /&gt;"But my school day is over!"&lt;br /&gt;"No i'm talking about the whole level i thought i explained very clearly that you cannot watch movies until official school hours are over, even if it's your options period." (she's practically shouting)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay i didnt know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that kwek told me that school is over for everyone cos their exams just ended. but still cannot watch.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHATEVER?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take note that i was whispering the entire time because i was quite aware that i was in the library, while the orang utan was talking like this was her personal jungle. HELLO at least i try my best to obey the freaking unreasonable rules, unlike someone who picks and chooses which and when to follow?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as you can probably tell, i am mad beyond my own comprehension.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-4137221682538560325?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4137221682538560325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=4137221682538560325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4137221682538560325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4137221682538560325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-you-librarian.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-3573142711320674231</id><published>2007-10-08T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T04:13:56.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dint know guy politics could be even more complicated than girl politics, which, by the way, doesnt exist. at least not for us. and i thank God, but seeing my close friends having so many problems and stuff it's more than a bit upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. glad things are more settled now, but. i hope it wont happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fieldtrips every single day from tuesday to friday last week it was great :D asian civilisations museum was boring, i concede, but it was a nice change to sleep there instead of in the com lab hahaha. peirce reservoir was interesting, we saw lots of drongos and green crested lizards and the like. but chek jawa was the ultimate. ! shall post pics when i have the time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt a lesson from yesterday never to invite aunty cindy or aunty lynda to dinner again. i dunno how, but we sorta got conned by aunty cindy yesterday into letting her treat us to sakura (!) buffet (!) which cost $24++ per person, and there were SIX of us?! argh. felt really bad, but really blessed as well. hmmms. had truckloads of fun and laughter, then one of them accompanied me all the way to tampines, unknowingly. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but in the process he told me some stuff which &lt;em&gt;greatly &lt;/em&gt;traumatised and disturbed me. i could practically feel the ground shake underneath, and i felt.. heartbroken for that person he was telling me about. full of indignation. there wasnt any use banging my fists against the pillar i leaned against for support at the interchange, of course. how could this happen to someone i know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im glad it's over, if not i wouldnt have been able to sleep that night at all, or many nights, for that matter. the identity of that person is concealed for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God it's better now though. much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our outer man decays&lt;br /&gt;but our inner man is renewed day by day&lt;br /&gt;in Your name we live&lt;br /&gt;and find&lt;br /&gt;the strength no other name can give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3573142711320674231?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3573142711320674231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3573142711320674231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3573142711320674231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3573142711320674231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dint-know-guy-politics-could-be-even.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-5342358963739970305</id><published>2007-10-01T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:09:42.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Love Song for a Saviour-Jars of Clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;In open fields of wild flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;she breathes the air and flies away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;she  thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;in no simple  language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;someday she'll understand the meaning of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;He's more than  the laughter or the stars in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;as close a heartbeat or a song on  her lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;someday He'll  call her and she will come running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;and fall in His arms and the tears will  fall down and she'll pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i want to fall in love with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;sitting  silent wearing sunday best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;the sermon echoes through the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a great  salvation through it calls to the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;who stare into nowhere, and can't  feel the chains on their souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars  in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;as close a heartbeat or a song on our lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;someday we'll  trust Him and learn how to see Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;someday He'll call us and we will come  running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;and fall in his arms and the tears will fall down and we'll  pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i want to fall in love with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;it seems too easy to call You  "Savior"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;not close enough to call You "God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;so as i sit and think of words  i can mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;to show my devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i want to fall in love with  You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;my heart beats for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS for the song wayne! havent heard such nice stuff in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-5342358963739970305?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5342358963739970305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=5342358963739970305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5342358963739970305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5342358963739970305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-song-for-saviour-jars-of-clay-in.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-3108284754814670420</id><published>2007-10-01T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T07:29:26.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAHH what an entire week of pure, unadulterated fun i had!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i shall start with netcarn on sat. grin grin. well it started really badly cos the players werent used to losing like half the games they played. last year we got third lor. poor things. they were getting angry at each other and stuff, and morale was really really bad. then suddenly after a short break everyone started cheering up. lol it was really sudden but really heartwarming. we were cheering them on with all our hearts and they won most of the games after that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed me how wonderful our class spirit really is! and although we dint win anything, it was an interesting change to be on the losing side for the first time, but still take heart in how supportive we remained towards each other. ELEVEN ROXZORS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here are some pics (finally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all kupped from grace chan's facebook :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwDzB48kHYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_WRJN-tx6cw/s1600-h/netcarn07_class2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwDzB48kHYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_WRJN-tx6cw/s320/netcarn07_class2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116356390484712834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwDygI8kHXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/11b4hpJ2kJA/s1600-h/netcarn07_class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwDygI8kHXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/11b4hpJ2kJA/s320/netcarn07_class.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116355810664127858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our t-shirt rocks. nata rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwDxwY8kHWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h0grTpnPbCw/s1600-h/netcarn07_class3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwDxwY8kHWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h0grTpnPbCw/s320/netcarn07_class3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116354990325374306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwEDmo8kHnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Dfj4QJoSolk/s1600-h/netcarn07_muscleman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwEDmo8kHnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Dfj4QJoSolk/s320/netcarn07_muscleman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116374614030950002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mocca musclemen! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD0fI8kHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3j8U20WEGA8/s1600-h/netcarn07_circleheads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD0fI8kHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3j8U20WEGA8/s320/netcarn07_circleheads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116357992507514274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD1eI8kHcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jkUk65N6FaA/s1600-h/netcarn07_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD1eI8kHcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jkUk65N6FaA/s320/netcarn07_banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116359074839272898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our cute banner :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD2q48kHdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KFkySym3cO8/s1600-h/netcarn07_meyunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD2q48kHdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KFkySym3cO8/s320/netcarn07_meyunky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116360393394232786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me jiayun and kuoying on a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD3l48kHeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vXVQM9dBG6o/s1600-h/netcarn07_nth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD3l48kHeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vXVQM9dBG6o/s320/netcarn07_nth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116361407006514658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spot me? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD4OY8kHfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_mXWnV-vsWk/s1600-h/netcarn07_yungroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD4OY8kHfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_mXWnV-vsWk/s320/netcarn07_yungroup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116362102791216626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the background's really nice innit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD4j48kHgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yZu-YVvFUbw/s1600-h/netcarn07_shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD4j48kHgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yZu-YVvFUbw/s320/netcarn07_shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116362472158404098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dunno whose sweaty shirt this is lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD5BY8kHhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XYNH9-RliFc/s1600-h/netcarn07_lunch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD5BY8kHhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XYNH9-RliFc/s320/netcarn07_lunch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116362978964545042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after that we went fish and co for lunch. KY LOOKS SCARY AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD61Y8kHmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JuUbBSPmUA0/s1600-h/netcarn07_lunch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD61Y8kHmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JuUbBSPmUA0/s320/netcarn07_lunch3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116364971829370466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD5mI8kHjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BapETkBuvCM/s1600-h/netcarn07_lunch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwD5mI8kHjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BapETkBuvCM/s320/netcarn07_lunch1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116363610324737586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss rgs so much. i cant bear to tear myself away from this school, this class. dont think i had so much fun with our class before! okay i better stop before i get all sentimental and start tearing. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well :) and i went out with church ppl for the entire week from friday to yesterday. RAH. and got treated almost everyday. yes im ashamed of myself  :D special thanks to wayne and aaron and enos. hahahaha. kaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird park outing with the kids on sunday. i've never come so close to swans in my entire life!! they're so majestic. xD then went for lunch, and to the beach to chill out with jon wayne enos taiyong. stupid zhangwei abandoned me again, but then jon was there so i dint wanna leave him alone with them. taiyong left early, then wayne and enos treated kenny rogers! HAHA. oops im supposed to be ashamed of myself. we talked a lot and im glad a lotta things got cleared up. :) anyway i must confess i never would've thought the guys had even more-let's just put it this way-interesting and complicated things going on than girls. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked with zw over the phone at night, was about to fall asleep on her when she suggested a conference with shawn and wayne. WAH LAU. in the end we talked till 4, and wayne dint get anyy sleep at all cos he had swimming training at 445 AHAHA. he has a sadist coach (from china of course) tsk tsk. shawn had N levels today man. he dozed off and we decided to let him sleep at first, then his alarm rang at 3am. like wtp?! hahaha. then we all prayed for him and scolded him to sleep. lols. at least i had holiday today :D zhangs was being exceptionally high cant stand it. i myself slept for intervals, and left her and shawn to talk. it was fun confusing the guys cos they couldnt tell our voices apart, as usual -.- wayne got hooked (pun intended!!) on shenkuu warrior haha! but dont worry, i'll beat you after my math test. i'll pass level 6, you just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made so many friends this year. im glad! and yes jon, in the simplest words one can express oneself, i feel happy and blessed too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This song in my heart, this song in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This song I was born to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Your song of freedom, now I'm free to dance again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll sing in the darkness, I'll laugh in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rejoice in Your love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Your song of freedom, now I'm free to dance again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Spirit brings me liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your breath of life has set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, Your love, it lifts me high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gives me reason to run the race with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This song within me, Lord, will bless Your Holy name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, I'll dance before Your throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring this heavenly sound to You alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This song within me. Lord, will bless Your Holy name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh thank You Lord. You've set me free indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3108284754814670420?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3108284754814670420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3108284754814670420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3108284754814670420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3108284754814670420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/10/aahh-what-entire-week-of-pure.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RwDzB48kHYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_WRJN-tx6cw/s72-c/netcarn07_class2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-5313956163306283188</id><published>2007-09-17T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:27:40.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops i forgot to blog. must have been having too much fun. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but! i need to change options lahh if not my fun will be very short-lived. only the history of SEA art thing though. why on earth was i the only one from my class to get it. and why on earth am i the only one in class to have such a sucky timetable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon: sch ends 11, options from 2-5&lt;br /&gt;tues: sch ends 1030, options from 130-530&lt;br /&gt;wed: sch ends 1030, options from 330-530 (RIDICULOUS RIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;thurs: sch ends 1030, options 130-530&lt;br /&gt;even fri: nothing :)  odd fri: 2-6 &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. tell me i have a legitimate complaint to make. but stupid me, i dint grab the chance to find the teacher to change options class today ughh i really dunno if they'll let me do so tmrw :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind cheer up andrea at least zeslene has the same combi as you. misery is reduced when you have someone to share it with. what an attempt at self-encouragement xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i officially pronounce neopets fun. go play and tell me how long you take to master shenkuu warrior! ha! and chemistry for beginners. and yahoo text twist, but that's outta point. sorry i dunno why i excel at geek games. hmms says smth doesnt it. im smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall blog about the quite eventful day i had yesterday. my entire thick disgusting black scab on my knee came out in one piece, like a lid off a dustbin. YUCK. and there was all the pus, blood, raw flesh and new (wet, yellow) skin. o.O how fascinating. a month ago when i fell (yes AN ENTIRE MONTH and it's still not completely healed) i could spend half an hour just staring and poking at the wound. so very intriguing, my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, now it's (thankfully) covered up and protected by a huge plaster. and i just found out that when sweat reacts with some chemical in the yellow lotion thingy (could be iodine) a white creamy substance is produced. fascinating, yes, but how strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing to realise how much i can expound on such a subject, or to put it in cruder terms, how much bullshit i can actually generate out of nothing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, during thanksgiving tech run, zhangwei's entire bag and jacket got stolen. from outside the chapel. wahhh. almost everyone in church then knew lol. but thank God her hp was an old one, and there was only 5 bucks in that wallet. what a disappointment it must have been to that person! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn ppl hafta sleep now goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me with my options. tell me if i should change, and what to change to! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-5313956163306283188?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5313956163306283188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=5313956163306283188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5313956163306283188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5313956163306283188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/09/oops-i-forgot-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-6500237334557241682</id><published>2007-09-08T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:18:53.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must be as slow to put anyone on the pedestal, as i am slow to condemn and judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just mused about this lightheartedly after i read two messages from two different people, and had very different reactions this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i dont know how to transfer pics from my phone to this new (lovely) hp com cos i cant be bothered to find the cable, so i shant blog bout hols that much yet. then again when i finally get the chance to upload pics who knows if i'll decide that im too lazy to blog xD ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hols were quite fun for me. very balanced and fulfilling, i must say. and spent almost entirely in church. lol. eefoo said we sort of organised our own study camp: morning study in church, get dragged out and treated for lunch (:D) in the afternoon by certain full-time staff, go back study, then play badminton. really not bad eh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we had bible study yesterday,  an extra one today, one during cell and a sermon again tmrw. talk about hardcore. but i was really blessed by all the three so far. really really blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day left to enjoy. thank you dear Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He died that there might always be enough. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-6500237334557241682?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6500237334557241682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=6500237334557241682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6500237334557241682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6500237334557241682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-must-be-as-slow-to-put-anyone-on.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-1514125054754688649</id><published>2007-09-06T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:27:49.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall blog about the simple but wonderful day i had when i have more time to upload the pics to go along with it.. meanwhile, the new loves-of-my-life are neopets and text twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned to matthew that i hardly drink coke and soft drinks cos they're unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;"oh, so what do you normally drink?"&lt;br /&gt;"mmm water, and milk lor!"&lt;br /&gt;"wah, you are so not modern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. funny matthew. thanks for that treat! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im off to be reunited with neopets. till then, hold the world up for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-1514125054754688649?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1514125054754688649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=1514125054754688649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1514125054754688649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1514125054754688649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/09/shall-blog-about-simple-but-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-5660484852290925065</id><published>2007-09-02T07:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T08:47:35.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa. i've never mugged so hard in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i shall not trust in my own strength. got back some test results already, and they were just enough to maintain my gpa, so for EOYs i really need some hardcore miracles. especially for lit! that poem really killed me :( and made all of us hate toh hsien min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. glad it's over. people in school dont think im emo. that's weird. but then even the ppl who know me almost inside out in school dont think im emo! HMMM. it's either i dont have really good and close friends, or i am really emo, or i am a schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one seems to make the most sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' day celebrations at school was hilarious. kudos to the teachers for such a spontaneous and witty production. xD teachers' day at church was good too, got together with all of them, and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having such trouble producing a cheery paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been struggling a lot, as you can probably tell. but i just pray that everything i do and everything that happens will glorify and honour him. and im still trusting that everything will work out for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;to everybody else struggling too, hang in there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say to those who are fearful hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Lord your God is strong with his mighty arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you call on his name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he will come and save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Take my yoke upon you and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart; and you shall find rest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-5660484852290925065?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5660484852290925065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>andrea, oh andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what a perfect mess you've gotten yourself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"those who believe they are only telling stories have a better chance." or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are eaten up on the inside&lt;br /&gt;not by the secrets we reveal&lt;br /&gt;but by those we keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall write a poem about moths.&lt;br /&gt;or about incoherence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i didnt lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save your conscience, lose your soul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-1910951319778905448?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1910951319778905448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=1910951319778905448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1910951319778905448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1910951319778905448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/08/andrea-oh-andrea.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-7701931950879897490</id><published>2007-08-09T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T04:56:28.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY QIANHUA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do the two of you darlings have to have birthdays back to back! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tribute to jon:&lt;br /&gt;he's our sista. no okay for your bday you have to be brother, yes? thanks for all the joy you bring and the understanding these 4 years i've known you. i cant tell you enough how much i treasure you! you're one special special dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tribute to qian:&lt;br /&gt;hey quirky girl! yes your name is there xD duh!! how can the cutest and most funky girl in our family not be included? hope you have fun this nat day/birthday. dint really get to know you till last year, and i really must thank God for putting you in my life! :) you're full of spunk and funniness. never fail to amuse me. love ya for being who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all others, well happy national day. watching ndp now is quite a treat. though im pretty sick &gt;&lt; fancy getting sick just one and a half weeks before exams how'm i gonna study!! so i really need prayer, and i cant thank all those who dont stop praying for me enough. you're Godsends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to make jon and qian's presents!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-7701931950879897490?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7701931950879897490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=7701931950879897490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7701931950879897490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7701931950879897490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-belated-birthday-jon-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-7889279474872093053</id><published>2007-08-05T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:19:16.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a lot of things on my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've finally learnt how to find rest in God, and to lay everything at his feet. not worrying is such a wonderful feeling, when you know that your everything has already been provided for, in such extravagant amounts of love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two days have been a conscious struggle on my part to find my place in that heavenly relationship again-fop yesterday and powerpraise with the kids today. it's been so long since i really tried hard (yes i had to try, just imagine how dry i was) to focus on worshipping and worshipping alone, getting things right with God. maybe i shouldnt be blogging about this it's kinda private. but well, lazy to write in diary. anyway, i felt God's presence really strongly today especially-i prayed and prayed really hard to let me feel him and concentrate-and well i can say that im not running on my own strength anymore. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good, all the time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case i havent said this before, all my love to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhangwei samuel jonlim clara gabriel qianhua jontay ameels van tim taiyong isaac meimei jane aunty cindy aunty lynda&lt;br /&gt;miffy nata cherlyng kuoying grace becky jiayun zhengning shuangwei shihui anzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being a very significant part of my life. i hope i havent missed out anyone lols. doesnt matter if they dont ever read this. i just wanted to say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus begins my four week long hiatus, till eoys end somewhere at the end of august. or maybe it could be a permanent hiatus. we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-7889279474872093053?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7889279474872093053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=7889279474872093053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me curious to find out more. those that really make me reflect on myself and what i've been doing with my life, to put it deliberately vaguely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i h8 mi life."&lt;br /&gt;-my seatmate nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was telling her, actually our lives arent that bad la -smile-&lt;br /&gt;then the chem teacher comes in. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit teacher: "living is different from existing, you know that right. so how long do you girls live each day? 25 mins?"&lt;br /&gt;grace: "no la ms lim still got lunch on tuesdays and thursdays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so that adds up to about 1hr 10min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dont sad, dont sad!"&lt;br /&gt;-kuoying randomly to a few ppl during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is there not to be sad about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im draaained and i need some rain (down on me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i neednt elaborate on how some irresponsible sec 2s got the whole school into trouble by leaking out a test question. now we have an extra block on fridays and soon enough wednesdays, so obviously our dismissal times are being dragged back. (whoa at least give consent form mah) and dance prac is amazingly extended to five freaking forty five! when we have this new teacher who teaches non-stop for 3 hours and made me get 2 blisters and 5 abrasions and 1001 bruises all in one prac! somebody say praise be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just seven and a half more weeks, sec fours. we're getting there. we totally are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course there are things to not be sad about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RpTv4yuzySI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jZsMN9l_i10/s1600-h/baby51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RpTv4yuzySI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jZsMN9l_i10/s320/baby51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085953638177949986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her, for example. She really thinks she can clean ppl from head to toe with the power of her tongue and saliva. xD no trust me, she doesnt stink. this poet Ludovico Ariosto once wrote something about maltese, which i find really beautiful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The tiniest dog Nature has ever produced --&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her coat of long hair, whiter than ermine,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her movements exquisitely graceful and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matchless elegance of appearance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Aristocrat all right, this darling. she's the gentlest, most sweet-tempered, playful, unconditionally loving, adorable puppy i've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;she reminds me of a lion, a baby girl, the moonlight, chocolate, and a blue robin's egg all at once.&lt;br /&gt;cant help but love her and find joy in that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes before i forget. vote for zhengning in campus superstar!&lt;br /&gt;miss going out with her and being impulsive and mad. busy dizzy, everyone is. at least she's doing something meaningful with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really sorry miffy for not being able to go tmrw for strings concert. hope you understand, and im sure you'll bring the house down! with your wonderful talented playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhangs you'll never read this but jiayou for all your (ungraded) tests! which you are getting stressed out over nothing for. come see baby darling on friday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows what they're gonna do with their lives, they've got it all nicely planned out already. noww what about me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-1342435444953122324?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1342435444953122324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=1342435444953122324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1342435444953122324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1342435444953122324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-thing-i-really-appreciate-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RpTv4yuzySI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jZsMN9l_i10/s72-c/baby51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-3607783641181893485</id><published>2007-06-22T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:17:55.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>curses on blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just deleted an entire paragraph from the previous post and i had to type it out allll over again. it still doesnt sound right. i guess i missed out some things. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. pictures. not a lot la. kinda shows the very uneventful life that im leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RnypXC_z-bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gz0wyJzLKHc/s1600-h/allegro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RnypXC_z-bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gz0wyJzLKHc/s320/allegro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079120693173680562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estee and my kids from allegro. CAC was da bomb. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RnyqDS_z-cI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2I3EHmRN-Js/s1600-h/znme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RnyqDS_z-cI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2I3EHmRN-Js/s320/znme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079121453382891970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zn looks freaking guy. sec three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rnyqfy_z-dI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LIz0O0apJBQ/s1600-h/vj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rnyqfy_z-dI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LIz0O0apJBQ/s320/vj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079121943009163730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IMA VJ PUNK, YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rnyq-i_z-eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ipxzLPO3AyA/s1600-h/foooood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rnyq-i_z-eI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ipxzLPO3AyA/s320/foooood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079122471290141154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my aunt's cooking pwns alll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RnysPi_z-fI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P6ssBx3CEso/s1600-h/zw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RnysPi_z-fI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P6ssBx3CEso/s320/zw3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079123862859545074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im helping her to look chio. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RnysgC_z-gI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2DKG7gUprns/s1600-h/jaslyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RnysgC_z-gI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2DKG7gUprns/s320/jaslyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079124146327386626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AAAWWW. my unglamness doesnt spoil the utter romance. not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i told you it wouldnt be interesting! sad me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3607783641181893485?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3607783641181893485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3607783641181893485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3607783641181893485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3607783641181893485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/06/curses-on-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/RnypXC_z-bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gz0wyJzLKHc/s72-c/allegro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-7349114336924907023</id><published>2007-06-22T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:59:43.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope i can finally blog about something substantial today &gt;&lt; cos i've had a lot of time to think. think think think. (YES i do that you got a problem?) but i dont really know how to put it down in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnz. this has probably been the most fruitful and well-spent hols. in terms of studying, that is. but im thinking, if all im doing is catching up, i'll be struggling again as soon as term starts. i dont really care what subjects im gonna take in jc anymore. last time it was DIE DIE humans programme, DIE DIE lit. now im just okay with lit. im learning how to be 'okay' with everything. im not sure if i can even make the GPA for humans scholarship. correct that, my GPA is kinda beyond hope. im even thinking of taking a &lt;i&gt;science&lt;/i&gt; course lols. ridiculousity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarx. hahaha. that's greek for flesh! yupp i love chris' bible study lessons. he told his fellow schoolar-schoolars that he was doing greek and everything with us, and they said, "wah your youth so intellectual ar?"&lt;br /&gt;"no, just very hungry."&lt;br /&gt;then to us he said , "they not connected to their youth only what." lawwl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really interesting, the discussions we have and the way we really go through every single detail in the paragraph (we spent like 4 hrs in total on John 1:1-18, which is really power-packed.) and i agree, John is a genius. now i finally understand why Paul told women to keep silent in church. every part of the bible makes so much sense. and it's quite beyond doubt, once you study it thoroughly. it's not just a flimsy random collection of books that some old ah peks in the first few centuries put together. it has substance, it has reliability, and most important of all, it has power. and that makes you wonder, doesnt it, now where has all the power gone to? oooohh sensitive, sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvonne's great quote: the husband is the head of the household, but the wife is the neck, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*dramatic pause* &lt;/span&gt;and she can turn the head &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyyywhere she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHA. so true, isnt it. scheming, manipulative women. xD&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great im totally ignoring the tons of work i still have to clear. we're not even done with the pathetic few buildings we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried &lt;/span&gt;to make for our geog model (sham's gonna slaughter us), im just gonna heck chem pt cos im confused beyond understanding (haha that sounds.... funny), and chinese is just gathering mould and dust at the very very back of my mind. groannns. i tried so hard to be focussed this entire month of hols. i did okay. and now im sorta rebelling against myself: asking why on earth im slogging so hard for, scolding myself for not having maximum fun during the hols, and thinking that maybe all that mugging was for nothing. im not gonna make that gpa grade anyway. despair is a horrible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw something in taiyong's blog that really moved me.&lt;br /&gt;"Maintaining  a close walk with God is hard. There's only one thing harder. Not having that walk at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that walk with God was what kept me going all this while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-7349114336924907023?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7349114336924907023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=7349114336924907023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7349114336924907023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7349114336924907023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hope-i-can-finally-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-8409536950156000169</id><published>2007-06-10T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T07:34:57.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss camp. baaaaddly.&lt;br /&gt;But then we've all got to move on dont we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best camp i've had in 2 years (or maybe 3) because I felt God's presence the most strongly. I think the collaboration and unity between YPM and CM really pleased God and He poured out double blessings on us. Another thing was that there were only 62 campers in all and about half of them were teenagers from 13-15. wooh so it was the least tiring camp for the teachers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Cornerstone people ("when you praise God you dont stand in a corner and stone ar!" lols). They were such a blessing to us. The speaker Andrew Yeo connected with the kids so well, and i couldnt help but be thankful that he fasted and prayed for this camp. There was no altar call on the last night but we were all prayed for and it was powerful, oh so powerful, the presence of God. When i prayed for the kids i felt the words just flow out of my mouth. It wasnt even me praying anymore. Then i went to the back to just worship, and Andrew suddenly came around and prayed for me, and prophesied about something, but i dont think i want to share too much of it here. heh. He prayed for me to receive the Holy Spirit's anointing, then he ended with this: "if God can use a donkey to usher in his presence, he can use you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sure knows how i feel about my inadequacies. Even now i dont think im ready, but i guess i'll be ready when God is. Anyway, i experienced him entering my life then. And he isnt finished with me yet, i know. I feel such security now. I dont ever feel alone anymore cos i can feel him with me all the time. Arent you here right now, Lord? (: It's been a really long time since i've felt such continuous peace and joy. i get so excited when i realise i can feel that he's always there. not there. here. inside of me, you know, not outside and detached, but insiiiiide. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had a really wonderful group (all girls heh) and they're so spontaneous and enthu they really made my day. we had the unfortunate privilege of playing soccer with an all-boys group but they were really gracious over it. ahahaha. there were a few drama mama episodes between some campers and then some teachers as well but oh well it's over now and settled properly i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's getting late i should be doing work &gt;&lt; backkk to school and work and whatever nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-8409536950156000169?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/8409536950156000169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=8409536950156000169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/8409536950156000169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/8409536950156000169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-2688356559780775078</id><published>2007-06-08T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:27:32.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. im back from an entire week of refreshment and fun. :) i can confidently say that it must've been the best week in the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start things off. miffy asked me out on friday to shop wheee so we met at parkway where i bought a puma tank (finally i can get my hands on some new clothes) then she dragged me to raffles city. we spent about half an hour navigating from suntec. it's confusing okay, i insist. okay back to the point. then i rushed off to meet zhangs to buy materials for clara's present at art friend. we seriously had NO IDEA what we were gonna do for her lols. then we came across this plain wooden drawer box thingy (heck my vocab) and we were like, bingo! haha no not really. just wishy-washy-ed a while more then grabbed some decorative stuff for it and rushed off to church for bible study. had some great fellowship. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. woke up at an unearthly hour for someone who slept at 12 plus the night before (i need a lot of sleep okay) to take bus to zhangs' house to paint the box. we had great fun mixing the paint and all xD as usual she took her own sweet royal time to get ready to leave to meet amandia so in the end we missed the entire CAC dance meeting dohh but we met her and she informed us about it anyway. lols sorry mandia. THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaa. (this must be put in a separate paragraph HAHA) amandia nearly broke her record of looking for her car/van (caravan? lol). for a full half hour we followed her up and down the PS carpark looking for her elusive vehicle, which we finally found at level 3. we started searching at level 4 how dumb is that. amandia!!! hahahahaha i tell you the car ride was probably the funniest i ever had. drove to joanne's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rmly-C_z9oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4k4ywOoAAGg/s1600-h/mandiacar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rmly-C_z9oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4k4ywOoAAGg/s320/mandiacar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073712865491547778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were like stuck in the middle of two lanes for about a minute due to her superb driving skills, as you can see. sorry mandia i just have to post this it was like the highlight of the day xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we trooped to joanne's (huuuuuuge and cosy) house. her meh meh was so adorable and irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rml0ti_z9pI/AAAAAAAAABE/OrfYB2HuTDw/s1600-h/mezhangsmehmeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rml0ti_z9pI/AAAAAAAAABE/OrfYB2HuTDw/s320/mezhangsmehmeh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073714781046961810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then we went for ypm, and powerpraise rehearsal where cara the superstar was late as usual ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now so, till next time! gotta sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-2688356559780775078?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/2688356559780775078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=2688356559780775078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2688356559780775078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2688356559780775078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/06/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rmly-C_z9oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4k4ywOoAAGg/s72-c/mandiacar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-1336131569162351223</id><published>2007-05-30T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:44:04.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that results are back. and the hols are here. and the new month's starting. the web in general is gonna have a taste of my no-taste-posts again. *world cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the camp (which will pass all too quickly i know), the only other thing that im gonna be spending loads of time on this june hols is mugging. holidays? oh, give me a break! thanks i came up with that myself. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after myas, i figured i could take just about any kind of setback now. give me a GPA of 2.8 for eoys and i wouldnt slide into depression any further because, like absolute zero, i've already been to the farthest end (maybe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im starting to realise how so many people around me arent actually as nice as they seem (like great, now's SUCH a perfect time to know this), and sometimes the things they do or say (or dont do or dont say) have such a freezing effect. doesnt have to be them doing it to me, it's just who they are to everyone in general. freezing effect. let me explain that. it's when you know about something that people have done and it makes you so stunned in repulsion and disappointment and hurt, that all you can do is freeze-either physically, mentally or both. even the tears that were supposed to come out can only turn into ice. okay that's for extreme cases, but you get the idea. (by the way if you're wondering there's no such thing. i just coined the phrase for convenience's sake. lamezzzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayun told me once not to be so jaded. am i, now? hardly sixteen and already world-weary. shows you just what school does to you. or a certain elite girls' school, if you really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well and then sometimes certain people can really cheer you up.  nah i aint gonna mention who. make your head big only. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay camp's coming! im so glad i decided not to perform for sentio. no more performances for me this year. sabbath from dance, yes, not from school though. sigh okay enough about school. like i said, yay creative arts camp is coming! gonna be hanging out with the church people for four whole days how cool is that. and the darling kids. (: mmm some campers are in sec school though. dont matter. what's important is that we all have loads of smashing fun and learn to worship. i cant believe the band people, they get to have so many jamming sessions. !! i should've signed up to help with piano. but then, what do i know. haha. speaking of worshipping and jamming, i really miss doing those. stupid lazy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how God can bring himself to love me. i know the whole point is that im undeserving, but that makes it all the more amazing doesnt it. even committing myself to ten minutes of prayer a day is hard, sigh. imagine a friend you meet up with very rarely. then one day you found out that friend was the CEO of a bank, and he had paid all the money you owed the bank, or something. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the beginning was the Word. The Word was towards God, and Word was the God. He was towards the God in the beginning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and his Greek grammar lessons haha. Thanks man, you'll probably never see this but i've learnt so much from your bible study lessons. John has come so much alive for me. And so have the other books in fact. I've never studied the detail in every single word, every single story, so carefully before, when i read the bible. Now i understand how God's word has power, the same power of the Word that came from God's mouth in the creation of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clara's birthday! stupid zhangwei and i havent decided what we're gonna do for her. too many ideas, too little decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sound slightly schizophrenic throughout the post. oh dear, someone call the doctor, oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-1336131569162351223?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1336131569162351223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=1336131569162351223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1336131569162351223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1336131569162351223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-that-results-are-back.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-4184921878266126866</id><published>2007-05-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T08:03:17.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT is WRONG with blogger?!&lt;br /&gt;all the icons on this 'new post' page are lined up&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as if there's some terrible disease on the right side that they want to avoid. -.- and yes i finally decided to give myself another chance at posting again because staring for long periods of time at that stupid empty space before "i took a break; 3.01 AM" doesnt seem to make my unceremoniously vanished blog post reappear. like my post just got eaten up. mannn. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmph. i have decided that i like terry pratchett. i mean his writing does sound a bit kiddy sometimes and um.. a little less thought-provoking than i'd like it to be, but heck, it's fantasy. the only really good fantasy writer i've come across seems to be neil gaiman, and since i like that genre so much, i guess im pretty much stuck with it. heh. but i just looove the way pratchett gives almost everything such a cynical humorous unconventional edge that just tickles the hell out of me. very few books get me really laughing out loud. tom holt makes me struggle to control it, neil gaiman makes me snigger and giggle inside in a very contented way, and pratchett's just, plain funny. haha. oh and he's an expert at word play too. just so everyone's clear about this: i literally swoon over witty word play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. MYAs are well, and truly over. if only i could really relax. the problem is that i seem to have ridden the mugging wave so well that im having some trouble getting down, and the thing doesnt seem to be breaking anytime soon either, so i guess poor me's gonna be stuck thinking bout electrochem and R cosine x plus alpha for a lil while longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much to dooo online. i need to shop. maybe i can shop online! (yeah right, like i'd even be bothered to type the add in) dont contradict me okay. when i say im in serious need of new skirts and slip-ons, i AM in serious need of new skirts and slip-ons. not to mention a few new interesting tops. and how could i forget! a haircut to save my life. mmm a few new pieces of belts would do as well to go with all the new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddinggg. though it certainly was a very nice daydream. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop being materialistic. i shall stop being materialistic. help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-4184921878266126866?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4184921878266126866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=4184921878266126866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4184921878266126866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/4184921878266126866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-wrong-with-blogger-all-icons-on.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-3926078985639593689</id><published>2007-04-07T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T07:51:04.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a break. a longer one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow just now i managed to fool myself into thinking it was the HOLIDAYS and i started churning out ideas about what to do to while away the time. like ooh i could start embroidering cute lil stuff on pillows for everyone, and then again i could even make the pillows myself (love!) ; or i could spend my time doing odd jobs to get money for the camera of my dreams, or i could (and this horrible thought breaks in)-study for the coming lit test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was how my wistful daydream was shattered. maybe the cam will remain in my dreams after all. ): umm. just for the sake of updating, cheerleading was disappointing but expected. yes i know what you're thinking, how oxymoronic. i remember telling wanxin smth like, "you'd better hope for the best but be prepared for the worst". haha and people were telling me i was pessimistic. COME ON, pessimistic?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh why is andrea being so emo. dohh. i cant blame it all on the team, i know that. cos most of it was myyy fault for not choreographing well. but that was partly also cos when ppl dont turn up for pracs i just get damn sian and choreo lousy and simple stuff. so hard to choreo when ppl dont come. in fact we only got to prac with the full team on the day itself. and even on that day people could have the audacity to not know their places  !!!! we all know who's responsible for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. haha. okay. that was some good ranting. fine now. just sorry to the ppl i've let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hadley got champs again. :D grin grin. i mean, GRIN GRIN! we were all so scared we wouldnt make it for our last year but then we did! wheeeeeeeeee. six (or was it seven?) straight years of sports fest champs i love my house! and someone sang happy birthday to 204'05 on the radio but i dint catch it lol. my ex-class rocks, even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and school, school's been some hectic shit so far. oh yes, even with the breaks. we have tests and PTs to hand in every WEEK. 25% of overall grade of this, 25% overall grade of that, it's crazy town here. somehow i think i'll be much better off taking O's. &gt;&lt; speaking of PTs, i hope my ss pt reached the teacher in time, cheryl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should start blogging bout more qing song stuff. (chinese is good yes? xD) church sec 4s went out again! actually was only me and zhangs going on a shopping and watching movie date (aww my lovely). i chose NICEE shoes for her!! the highly embarrassing thing that happened while she was paying for them was that my ownn shoes broke. and she had to lend me her old shoes to wear while she changed into the new ones. c-r-a-p. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we met up with clara jon lim wayne and qianhua and wayne (mostly) treated us to this korean restaurant dinner at heeren. he kept using his PHONE. so irritating. then suddenly we were joined by a whole group of the guys-joseph, aaron, caleb, jeshua, jeremy. and as usual caleb got us laughing like siao ting tongs. i cant really rmb what stupid stuff he did already, just that he kept screwing up our pictures. xD shall post them up when clara finally gets round to sending them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to mc cafe at like 10 plus and chilled, and sang zhangwei a very lowww and draggy and old-sounding birthday song (courtesy of the guys, LOL). and me zhangs clara jon left at 1045 cos the rest were gonna watch midnight movie. naughty qian. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to watch minority report today but the n00bs at mph couldnt find the dvd so we rented miami vice instead (m18!) but it was booooring. i really want minority report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay church tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3926078985639593689?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3926078985639593689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3926078985639593689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3926078985639593689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3926078985639593689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-5062637770747213933</id><published>2007-03-18T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T07:58:51.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit zhangwei just got me all depressed and concerned again. when i was just gonna start blogging bout nice stuff in a hyper mood?? !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind i shall pretend to be in a good mood all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it surprises me that i dont blog about dance or school as much as i blog bout church and church friends. which is kinda sad cos dance and cheerleading's actually quite a big part of my life now. heh. maybe im living in denial. like, i dont wanna be reminded of how lousily these two are doing so i just dont talk about them! oops sorry this doesnt sound the least bit good mood-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! reading my dance juniors' blogs is such an interesting activity. sec 3s are an interesting bunch. =) they're very bonded, but i just hope they wont turn out to be bitchy like... you know. and i've seriously never thought of dance pracs as 'scary' till i read their blogs. xD it's not that i dont think the pracs are scary. i just dint recognise what i felt for what it was till i read the blogs. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerleaders-dancers outing was fun. =) becky shoved an ice cube down my back at pepper lunch and HELLO would you scream? dont blame me okay i never had that done to me before. hrumph. many other nice things like taking stupid pics and nice neos. xD but other than a few things which kinda spoilt the whole thing for me i'd love to relive everything all over again. yes including the screaming where the whole restaurant turned around with this 'who-are-these-ahlian-buncha-ppl' look on their faces. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ffw: vbs!&lt;br /&gt;kunhang said smth that implied she dint like the vbs in her church lol. but yeah ours was really fun this year. and a lot slacker for me cos i finally got a p1 class. they were sooo much easier to handle than like last year's nursery and k1 mix. LOL. wayne said nursery was BORING. wth smack his head ar boring. he got freaking darlings josiah and asher!!!! aaahhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me that when she called for josiah ding to come to the door he went 'DING DONG DING DONG!' ahahahaha. cuteness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had ricky and rocky in my group. yes they're twins doh. like the cutest and most lovable twins on earth. xD estee says they'll grow up to be another gared and garik lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. oh no. oh no. oh my goodness no. there's OM anddddd cheerleading full dress review this. sat. hadley's dead. im dead. i changed so much stuff the last prac and there were only like 8 or 9 ppl there?! claireeeeee i dont blame you but. it sucks when OM clashes with cheer stuff. i feel like i dont have a vicecapt sometimes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear of getting last again for sports fest is literally suffocating me. i mean it. i keep telling myself i'll do better than the previous capts and stuff but sometimes things just dont work out. i have the unhonourable reputation of being 'too sweet and softhearted' to scold ppl or be firm with them, but i feel it's really unnecessary to like hurt people's self esteem over a silly dance routine. (unless they really piss me off which they almost almost did on sat) but then for the sake of the house and my face and wanxin's face and natasha's face i hafta be fiercer (eee i hate being seriously fierce) and start scolding ppl more. it's working actually. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going out a lot with the sec four bunch from church these few days. and people like enos and james and jeremy sometimes. lol. james walks like a hilarious penguin cos his legs are too short. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow this is a longggg post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1PNSRe3EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tByiZxSyvxE/s1600-h/FDlastform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1PNSRe3EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tByiZxSyvxE/s320/FDlastform.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043274247386881090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;founder's day! i flew in the middle! whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1PuSRe3FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LTnMOCCpJMY/s1600-h/HAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1PuSRe3FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LTnMOCCpJMY/s320/HAHA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043274814322564178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA this is seriously the funniest and most spontaneous photo we've ever taken.&lt;br /&gt;zhangs spotted smth on the menu she liked and went 'AHHH!' and i was like: stop it zhangs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1RBSRe3HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hl4pv13ieCc/s1600-h/umbrella2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1RBSRe3HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hl4pv13ieCc/s320/umbrella2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043276240251706482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahaha. we had lotsa fun and love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1SpyRe3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vdhSFR5i_CI/s1600-h/legsmrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1SpyRe3JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vdhSFR5i_CI/s320/legsmrt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043278035548036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the tall and the short. tut tut.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1RvCRe3II/AAAAAAAAAAs/D4nm2BZtM4o/s1600-h/after+vbs+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1RvCRe3II/AAAAAAAAAAs/D4nm2BZtM4o/s320/after+vbs+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043277026230721666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;manhatten fish market. :)&lt;br /&gt;and enos' shaved head ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn im tired. another day world! tata and goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-5062637770747213933?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5062637770747213933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=5062637770747213933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5062637770747213933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5062637770747213933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/03/shit-zhangwei-just-got-me-all-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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://bp2.blogger.com/_JnfzkJf9RsA/Rf1PNSRe3EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tByiZxSyvxE/s72-c/FDlastform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-3056311806830462970</id><published>2007-02-27T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T06:59:03.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe i havent been blogging very much (in fact not much at all) recently because my 'life' (if you can still call it one) has been practically nonexistent since the start of the year. 'life' as in 'no life', gerrit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall this be a ranty post? suddenly i feel very audrey. audrey=ranty. haha the funny ass. xD&lt;br /&gt;"maybe we should just sit down and die."-during pe, when a few of us blur people couldnt find where the rest of the class was running. or was supposed to run, anyway. the whole lot of us cracked up lawl. cos we were all feeling extra sian and bored anyway. then i was telling her that our pe teachers have been getting slacker and slacker every year: in sec one, we were made to run around the school; sec two, we ran around the track; sec three, we CHOSE the number of rounds we wanted to run; sec four, we either dont run or run around the netball courts. and that's a good thing! hahaha. see i am such a no-lifer i actually blog about pe teachers. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no life no life no life. basically my existence (yes that's what it is) now consists of work work work, getting brain-fried and confused and highly amused all at the same time (by a certain teacher i see 9 out of ten school days), slaving for the school by dancing 5-6 out of seven days a week, laughing at the smallest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think about the amount of time i spend dancing, and trust me, it's quite scary. ahaha. lemme show you my horrifying schedule:&lt;br /&gt;monday-founder's day/cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;tuesday-dance&lt;br /&gt;wednesday-FD (stupid time-waster)/cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;thursday-maybe cheerleading if im not lazy&lt;br /&gt;friday-dance&lt;br /&gt;saturday-cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cheerleading's only on sat and one other day in the week la dont get so freaked out hahaha. im not that hardworking or stupid to commit suicide by organising so many pracs.) siao ting tong. i hereby declare that phrase the favourite three words of the day. and dont ask me why but im suddenly having this uncontrollable fetish for using brackets even in my SPEECH. like i'll say smth then randomly insert some further explanation under my breath then carry on. am i siao ting tong or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaiyaaa. i miss church ppl so much. :( and i just found out from anzie that (haha) girls who hang out together a lot often get their periods around the same time. then i was like ohhh my goodness that's so true zhangwei and i got it on the saame day for like 3 consecutive months alr. xD and it's scientific!! the bio video said so. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember being awed at the fact that im sixteen. what's sixteen anyway, is it supposed to be glam/cool or angsty/in-between/nowhere, or is it supposed to be more towards the maturing side or the still-immature side? either way, i dont feel.. worthy. to be sixteen. shurrup bout the kiddy jokes okay. JESUS SAID: if you dont become like a little child, then you WONT be able to enter His kingdom. HA. back atcha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think my eyelash just found its way into my eye (AGAINN) and i'll hafta go pluck it out or smth &gt;&lt; so that's all for today! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im growing up. and i cant stop it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-3056311806830462970?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3056311806830462970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=3056311806830462970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3056311806830462970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/3056311806830462970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/02/maybe-i-havent-been-blogging-very-much.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-5795738104634167392</id><published>2007-02-14T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T06:44:33.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentine's everybody! =)&lt;br /&gt;and happy birthday zeslene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha what a  laaate post.&lt;br /&gt;had a lotta fun today. i think i put on 2 kg every vday&lt;br /&gt;what with all the sweets and chocolates &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i turn into another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dig me up from under what is covering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the better part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remind me that we'll always have each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When everything else is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everything else is gone&lt;br /&gt;there'll be&lt;br /&gt;a picture, a collage, a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this is dedicated to the love of my life-both this and the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cross i bow my knee&lt;br /&gt;Where Your blood was shed for me&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater love than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have overcome the grave&lt;br /&gt;Your glory fills the highest place&lt;br /&gt;What can separate me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking with wonder last week: whose other God would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you my Lord! with all my heart and soul and mind and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's day once again people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-5795738104634167392?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5795738104634167392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=5795738104634167392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5795738104634167392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5795738104634167392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-everybody-and-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-2386653744217083713</id><published>2007-01-18T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T07:13:50.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>learnt a really moving song from jiayun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called What Can I Do. sounds like a chris tomlin-ish kinda song but i dunno who composed it. the moment she sang the first line i was like WHOA so nice how come i never hear before?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol what an outburst of ahlian-ness. so unlike me. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway let me tell you bout my weeeird experience today. maybe it was philo that did it. we watched part of The Animatrix (which has smth to do with the matrix but i forgot what) and i got pretty disturbed i guess. the whole day was super duper slack. felt like november or smth, end of year kinda feeling. everything seemed so creepily surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember walking out of school-more like floating, rather-thinking, eh did i go school today? how come it seems like we dint do anything? how come i seem to be at the wrong place at the wrong time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was slapping my face to keep my sanity. and i got this reeeally creeepy feeling, like the world was gonna end or smth. sam keeps saying im insane. maybe i really am.  o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. what a random post. nvm gonna go off soon. sec one auditions were okay on tuesday, and becky's sister was CUTE AS HELL. !!! more cuties tmrw pleeease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-2386653744217083713?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/2386653744217083713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=2386653744217083713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2386653744217083713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/2386653744217083713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/01/learnt-really-moving-song-from-jiayun.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-6228052978518150797</id><published>2007-01-04T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T04:06:35.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just to balance the pH of the very improportionately acidic posts lately, i have embarked on a mission to blog a decidedly cheerful one. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays have been nothing short of a much-needed therapeutic break for me, and i really thank God for the many!! chances to love people and to go the extra mile for them. although i know i still have, well, problems yet to be settled. oops i promised a cheerful post right? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the much anticipated holidays started out with me trying to get a job. yes you read right. -.- but after many failed attempts to get one, or should i say many failed attempts and lack of interest in the jobs i managed to get, i gave up and decided i should enjoy my third last end of year hols. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one particularly interesting phone call i note is the one i made to enquire about 'dancers needed. good pay. good client. call ########." they said uh sorry how old are you, and i replied fifteen. they said oh because (because? they were trying to explain the age question, and you'll see why) we're actually looking for bartop dancers. are you interested? me shocked out of decorum: OH. nono. no thanks. i mean, not interested, thank you. *puts down phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olivia is agonizing over why it's rottEn and cottOn and not rotten and cotten or rotton and cotton. she just realised today she was spelling them wrongly all her life. im getting into fits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-6228052978518150797?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6228052978518150797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=6228052978518150797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6228052978518150797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/6228052978518150797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-to-balance-ph-of-very.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-1806484321862059944</id><published>2007-01-04T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T03:51:53.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school.</title><content type='html'>i dont know why im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because i just read zhengning's post. and when an impulsive person reads an impulsive person's post, what do you get? tada.&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be a ranty post, just to get you prepared. i dunno why im so cranky today &gt;&lt; (prematurely pmsing?? eek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. 2nd day of school. completely slack. i was wondering why the teachers even bother making us attend school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons start tomorrow. im sooooo (exclamation mark exclamation mark) looking forward to them. like i said in my personal message, first lesson of the year with tk wong is JUST what i need man. she ruined my sec two math and now, HEH. all the twofourers can testify to and remember so vividly all her quirkiness and, well, off-ness. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOOD MO-O-ORNING GIRLS!!"&lt;br /&gt;and then i remember how i started good mo-o-orning-ing her back. sec 3 we were all joking around about an ex math teacher as if we were eternally rid of her (okay that sounds bad) and even reminiscing quite fondly bout the good ol' days, where we'd laugh ourselves silly and till our tummies ached but of course the good ol' days wont ever repeat themselves, will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a true blue horror movie, they did. correction, they WILL. starting with the very first lesson tomorrow morning. mannn am i looking forward to this. that's not the end of it. we're stuck with the same chem teacher and possibly (if i could have so fortunately heard wrongly) the same chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng and lit teacher came to class today to see me (the very very honoured and lucky english rep) and jiayun (the equally privileged lit rep), and cos the entire class dint know her we stood up rather messily and greeted,&lt;br /&gt;"goooooooood-" *wait for whole class to stand, snigger*&lt;br /&gt;"gooooood *giggle giggle* morning......."&lt;br /&gt;grace: "teee... cher...??"&lt;br /&gt;*more loud giggles*&lt;br /&gt;said 'tee cher' looked extremely pissed and demanded to be greeted properly. claimed to be our english and lit teacher.&lt;br /&gt;*shocked and embarrassed gasps from class*&lt;br /&gt;"goooooooood morning ms lim..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i happened to be sitting at the front row, which was closest the door. and she was staring at me laughing the entire time. AAAAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyyy does my last year have to be so potentially screwed up. whyyy are we being dumped with what seems to be the leftovers. WHY. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i am sad and in a state of great distress, if you havent realised. what a ranty post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-1806484321862059944?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1806484321862059944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=1806484321862059944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1806484321862059944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/1806484321862059944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2007/01/school.html' title='school.'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-5095581865682705028</id><published>2006-12-12T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:45:59.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From personal diary of yours truly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the balloon burster and the garbage lugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever someone makes me happy i feel so on top of the world i could burst with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever someone upsets me my world totally crumbles into ashes and i burst, for a very different reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord i dont want to be so super-sensitive anymore to anything anyone says or does. Real, lasting joy comes from You and You alone. Whenever someone makes me happy i dont want myself to go flying so high up in the sky that when i fall it makes it all the harder. i dont want to worship anyone else with my feelings, emotions or spirit but You. Fill up the holes and voids in my heart that have been dug up by people with the help of the bulldozer i give them, and most importantly TAKE THAT BULLDOZER AWAY. Thank You also for removing all the disgusting garbage i've been lugging around and refusing to let go of. Help me to learn from this, and to find joy in the fact that You are in control. Thank You Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was great. 'Cling to Him' as a theme was practically pushed into our faces, especially for me. some people will know why, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i publish this should i publish this arghhh. okay yes i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-5095581865682705028?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5095581865682705028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=5095581865682705028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5095581865682705028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/5095581865682705028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-personal-diary-of-yours-truly-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-7843576776205927967</id><published>2006-11-27T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T05:39:14.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>read taiyong's blog. it's encouraging it is. hahaha. he sprained his ankle and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps then you might ask why God didn't heal my ankles? It's beyond me. I prayed. But look, if He's God, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He can say yes or no and still remain God right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people often try to come up with elaborate and self-made-up explanations for things that seem to put God in a bad light, and conclude that therefore He isnt really God-God. that statement shows such complete trust in Him. i was half taken aback and half laughing heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes taiyong's ankles were healed haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp's coming. im trembling with excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-7843576776205927967?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7843576776205927967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=7843576776205927967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7843576776205927967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/7843576776205927967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/11/read-taiyongs-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-8330592853962118445</id><published>2006-11-19T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:20:21.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAHHH i shall recount a super malu-ating incident at church today just for entertainment's sake. *note: the real name of the person involved has been changed so as to protect her reputation. ahem.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time there lived a very very pretty young lady called lalala, and a very very restless p2 boy called daniel. lalala had been watching daniel during the kids' service for a very long time. she told him to sit properly and stop playing. then he proceeded to show her a reeeally neat trick with two round magnets. they made a very loud noise when they got attracted (they as in the magnets, not the people), and so, she got them confiscated. AHAHAHAHA. lalala: 1, daniel: 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole service daniel asked for his magnets back cos lalala completely forgot about them. to her absolute horror, lalala realised that the magnets she placed so carefully next to her bag were MISSING!! aahhhhh. (sorry that was just an expression of you know, sympathy for lalala. not that im in any way involved hee.) okay to continue, she panicked. so she had to DO something right, because doing something, no matter how irrational it is, is always better than doing nothing. mmhhmm. and she frantically borrowed 2 bucks from her kind friend (um woops i forgot who &gt;&lt;) and gave it to daniel cos he said the magnets cost 2 bucks. GOOD MOVE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. after lunch, stupid james owyong had to turn up with the equally stupid magnets. sooooooooo. two dollars wasted for nothing and now lalala doesnt know what to do!!! grrarh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. lalala seeks help. is there any??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-8330592853962118445?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/8330592853962118445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=8330592853962118445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/8330592853962118445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/8330592853962118445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/11/aahhh-i-shall-recount-super-malu-ating.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-843200645154922357</id><published>2006-11-12T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:23:35.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry i disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;you all and myself.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it's a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;nothing cut me as deep as this.&lt;br /&gt;nothing im afraid of&lt;br /&gt;nothing i cant handle&lt;br /&gt;but this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drift, I burn, I fly&lt;br /&gt;When you sing lullabies&lt;br /&gt;I'm helpless, I'm yearning&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the putty in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, I dream, I cry&lt;br /&gt;When you take me on a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;You see me through and through&lt;br /&gt;You see just who i am&lt;br /&gt;Just take my hand and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you, my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven Knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that i&lt;br /&gt;was falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;At 90 miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;I was bound to crash and die&lt;br /&gt;But out of nowhere you came and rescued me&lt;br /&gt;There must be some grace in the touch of your face&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ' cause you&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i met you&lt;br /&gt;Life was slow-mo&lt;br /&gt;So slow-mo&lt;br /&gt;I thought i had it figured out&lt;br /&gt;But you came and turned my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you, my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've come to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this place&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;For you, my sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;Heaven Knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save Me-Corrine May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-843200645154922357?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/843200645154922357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=843200645154922357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/843200645154922357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/843200645154922357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-sorry-i-disappoint.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-116334409932924593</id><published>2006-11-12T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:11.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick relief to boredom. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Innovating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/innovating.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the master of new ideas, techniques, and ways of looking at things.You are talented at structuring thoughts, decision making, clarifying, and making deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;MarketingPsychologyDesginCognitive Science EconomicsPhotography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool. photography's a bit off though. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me. i told you i was bored. (sorry bout the disappearing act for the next one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings. You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships. In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily. At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career. With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone. As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style. On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT MAN. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-116334409932924593?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/116334409932924593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=116334409932924593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/116334409932924593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/116334409932924593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/11/quick-relief-to-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-116282431891695512</id><published>2006-11-06T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:11.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are over. the school year's over. 2006 passed like some camera flash (i cant think of another word, seriously) indeed. counting, counting the months and days one by one; one month, two months, three... and now it's almost nine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been more than a year since the horrible days of last year. i feel like they've been wiped out for good. but i'll let em remain a lesson for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp's coming again i cant wait! i hope God does His thing again. =) spiritual highs can be good i guess, especially when they refresh you after your worn out year and help you get a kick start for the next. i hope i go with the right attitude too, heh. speaking of next year, im not so sure i wanna go up to the seniors' session.. the atmosphere up there is quite.. different. but then kim's going up too i'll miss her if i stay with jam. &gt;&lt; grrarh dilemma-ish. im still praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid chem and math. see la i dint study hard enough during the school year and now i hafta sacrifice my holidays to catch up. (yes i am being extremely random forgive me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you blame an african for leaving africa? i... guess not.. but some africans dont stay in africa just cos they cant leave, so there must be reasons, no? but then again, maybe africa isnt as bad as it seems. crap i dunno. this is getting me really confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-116282431891695512?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/116282431891695512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=116282431891695512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/116282431891695512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/116282431891695512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/11/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-116144459202510312</id><published>2006-10-21T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:11.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"every magic trick has three acts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"first, the magician makes a &lt;em&gt;pledge&lt;/em&gt; to the audience." jonathan lim is very accurately and completely so, a male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"next comes the &lt;em&gt;turn&lt;/em&gt;, when the magician takes something ordinary and turns it into something extraordinary." i.e. jon's legs and some others are captured on a camera, and viola! guess which one it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1054/1924/200/17102006%28030%29.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i dont know bout you but to me allll those very sexy legs seem very... female. my choice, difficult though it may be, was that jon's legs were the extreme left pair, since it was (in comparison) the tannest and the biggest. (what other word is there -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and now, the final act-which is called &lt;em&gt;the prestige&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wronggg! his legs are in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tut tut tut tut. andrea goes mad after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry math tutor im gonna let you down. i did try my best i did i did. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and something struck me yesterday. the letter 'd' can be said to be the most horrible letter in the alphabet, if you so much as consider the multitude of bad words it represents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daunting disgusting devastating destructive desperate despair disappointment discombobulation discomfort discontent devil depressing degenerating deteriorating death decay degrade dun demoralise discourage disillusioned damned desecrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my point is, no letter in the english alphabet can rival the number of negative words this letter can represent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway i did NOT use a &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ictionary xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-116144459202510312?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/116144459202510312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=116144459202510312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/116144459202510312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/116144459202510312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/10/every-magic-trick-has-three-acts.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-116081205458171689</id><published>2006-10-13T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:11.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>missh uang's leaving. for good. maybe to mgs. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyyyyyyyy must our stupid school chase all the good teachers away? they all love the students and their students all cant bear to part with them but what happens? they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w olfe c onnolly h uang they're all goneee. please let us get a good lit teacher next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop thinking bout lord of the flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msh uang's stressing me out damn bad. "This is the kind of writing i'd like to see in the SA, andrea. Please dont disappoint again. :) " and lots of other stuff in my earlier essay. argh! im so scared i wont do well i really dont wanna let her down, especially when she's leaving. must do well must get A at least! &gt;&lt; oh God. help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just because there's so much evil in this world and man's heart is innately dark and cruel doesnt mean we should stop fighting for good." like atticus and simon and ralph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taught us so much more than literature itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you oh captain, my captain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, im glad i went to school yesterday. we were a cosy cosy "closed circuit of sympathy with&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (the unenthu people)&lt;/span&gt; outside." haha only 20 out of 30 people came and the only 2 history people were yingqi and kwek. xD 3 lit people came back for lesson so we had 12 out of 15. we were small enough to gossip as a class la! whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote jiayun: i cant believe it took me a whole year to realise that 311 is actually a very nice class, and that pe is actually fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt from quite early on in the year that our class was actually full of cool and nice people (haha im serious) but dint feel it so acutely as i did starting from term 4, and especially yesterday, when the unenthu aura was gone. we had like the greatest class discussion ever and the lit and hist ppl all played toss-the-ping-pong-ball in class xD felt so post-exam. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last proper school day of the year then we all bond. sadness. but im still glad we did! yay God is good. i'll enjoy my last two years in rg =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey grace cherlyng jiayun becky kweky mellam frankie nata kuoying yingqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a small small group of people we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we've got class and more.&lt;/em&gt; :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-116081205458171689?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/116081205458171689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=116081205458171689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/116081205458171689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/116081205458171689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/10/missh-uangs-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-116004699059014162</id><published>2006-10-05T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:11.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;warning: this is a whiny post. read at own risk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;disappointment's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bitter sting and wrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yourself in the chords of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;discombobulation discomb-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'ll things be better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'ll things turn out good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here's what i said to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whatever will be will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the future's not ours to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dont care so much about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;once twice thrice fwice phrice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can only do you so much. do you. see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-116004699059014162?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/116004699059014162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=116004699059014162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/116004699059014162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/116004699059014162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/10/warning-this-is-whiny-post.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-115971483195724598</id><published>2006-10-01T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:11.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iiiii wish you were hereee. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR DAYS. *mopes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115971483195724598?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115971483195724598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=115971483195724598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115971483195724598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115971483195724598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/10/iiiii-wish-you-were-hereee.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-115971296260443864</id><published>2006-10-01T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:10.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've heard there was a secret chord &lt;br /&gt;That David played, and it pleased the Lord &lt;br /&gt;But you don't really care for music, do you? &lt;br /&gt;It goes like this &lt;br /&gt;The fourth, the fifth &lt;br /&gt;The minor fall, the major lift &lt;br /&gt;The baffled king composing Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith was strong but you needed proof &lt;br /&gt;You saw her bathing on the roof &lt;br /&gt;Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you &lt;br /&gt;She tied you, to a kitchen chair &lt;br /&gt;She broke your throne, and she cut your hair &lt;br /&gt;And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;I know this room, I've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;I used to live alone before I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I've seen your flagg on the marblearch&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a victorymarch &lt;br /&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a time you let me know&lt;br /&gt;What's really going on below&lt;br /&gt;But now you never show it to me do you?&lt;br /&gt;And remember when I moved in you&lt;br /&gt;The holy dark was moving to&lt;br /&gt;And every breath we drew is Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a God above&lt;br /&gt;And all I've really learned from love&lt;br /&gt;Was to shoot at someone who outdrew you&lt;br /&gt;It's not a cry you can here at night&lt;br /&gt;It's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Hallelujah-Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song. this song, creeps up your skin. goes into your blood. runs eerily up your veins. and grips, and pierces, and wrenches your heart. halleluuujahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeff buckley ROCKS. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mann this sucks i dunno how to upload the song. ask me for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now to more mundane stuff. (sigh my life is sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet exam was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what'd you think i was gonna say? -.- hahaha okay honestly, i think i forgot quite a lotta stuff. but other than one complete disastrous screw up (i wasnt even taught the exercise wth) my pointe section was AAHH GOOODDD. xDD first double pirouette i screwed up my right turns as usual grr. second one i did perfect double on one side (!!) and second side one and a half. forgot to use back muscles for quite a lot. aaahhhh. i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i continue with advanced 1. i reeeally reeally cant stand the torture wah lau. :( dismayed-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for promos to be over!-woops did i say promos xD-and eoys and psle and and and. stupid stupid school. EVERY FREAKING BODY'S EXAMS are this week and when's ours?? HUH HUH WHEN'S OURS?! sixteenth october WOWWW. *makes face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope they do well. good luck for promos and psle!! :D i think im more stressed bout other ppl's exams than i am for my own -.- IF ONLY I COULD JUST MUGGG. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy children's (cherly's) day people! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115971296260443864?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115971296260443864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=115971296260443864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115971296260443864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115971296260443864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-heard-there-was-secret-chord-that.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-115910958980059931</id><published>2006-09-24T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:10.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooo leh cheh to sign in to blogger. everytime i see this stupid screen i dont feel like blogging anymore. -.- but obviously i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been some crazy week. butttt it was the first time -the very very first time (like a virrrgin) i finished ALL my pts by 11pm. the firrrst timee (like a virgin) i dint stay up late to finish and chiong. doing quiet time every morning (well as much as possible) is good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was taking cab home from school on tuesday as usual to rush to ballet and the driver started talking to me bout religion cos i was reading a bible. he started off with saying his wife was a really staunch christian but he doesnt "go to church la.. where got time everyday work so much not even enough time to sleep how to go." then he said his opinion on religion was that it is aaall man-made. well i dint preach to him or anything like that cos his wife prob did alr but i just listened here and there.. then i asked what if there was something more than this life here on earth after you die. haha what a weird thing to ask. he hesitated for a while, then he said, "aiya die then see la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted so much to confront him with the what-if-you-go-to-hell that kinda thing (of course not that explicitly) but decided to keep my mouth shut. haha. but i felt bad that i couldnt do anything to like convince him or smth. so the only thing i could do was pray for him and his wife when i got home.. and hope that smth will happen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's sermon had smth like this from a verse: "wives, respect and submit to your husbands, so that if any of them do not believe the word, they will be won over without words by your behaviour..." etc. and i was reminded of tuesday. i really hope that guy'll realise how much he needs God and come to Him eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im loved and i thank God for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115910958980059931?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115910958980059931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440254.post-115751081443361268</id><published>2006-09-05T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:10.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a wonder how much irritating shit people can do with their msn nicks.&lt;br /&gt;stupid TURRRtles.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadley camp was funn :D&lt;br /&gt;was very bored at first but it got better. mmhhmm. ran like 4km around east coast. and the um.. 'talking' session at the back of the bus with the rest of the sec 3 comm members was. interesting. ahaha. dint know prefects in our school were so scandalous, tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday morning i got sick. grr. finished up all the available tissue and hadta use a packet of serviettes from nata. horrible flu.&lt;br /&gt;panadol helped, and snakes on the plane was nice. =)) i only found out 2 hours after the show ended that it was nc16. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the government censors anything that's fun." so, we should all go watch the censored movies and have some fun. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as an alternative, devil wears prada isnt bad either. (andrea sachs. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann am i gonna miss holidays AAHHHHH. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115751081443361268?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115751081443361268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=115751081443361268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115751081443361268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115751081443361268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-wonder-how-much-irritating-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-115686534642648523</id><published>2006-08-29T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:10.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been putting off blogging for sooo long. hahaha. well this is an utterly random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now on my way home i did some thinking. (shuttup i do it more often than you think okay) i thought bout the many many reasons why i cant wait to get to rj. and no it's not cos of the guys. well maybe there'll be variety but. okay. number one, i can have fun skipping lectures. number two, i dont need to care too much bout rules. number three, NO MORE PINAFORE! ahahaha. number four, shit i forgot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then before ballet i was thinking bout how life in rj would be like. i thought of the ppl who come in through proper o's. would they form a non-ri/rgs club? and if questioned, maybe they'll go like, eh we're not ANTI-ri/rg, we're just NON-ri/rg. maybe i'll help them campaign against discrimination or smth. if there's such a case. what a traitor i am. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next i was calamining my demi-pointe shoes cos they're so extremely dirty. my teacher lent me the bottle in sec one, and i kept it till now. she forgot bout it, is my guess. hahaha. anyway, i was opening the bottle, and hence wondered if calamine had an expiry date. i mean, if it's expired, will it change colour? produce a smell? or start bubbling and produce a genie? now wont that be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if all of the raindrops were lemondrops and gumdrops, oh what a rain that would be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was singing this throughout the day, and i must say im very intrigued by this song. if they were all lemondrops and gumdrops, we'd have diabetes in no time wouldnt we. and the government wouldnt know who to fine for all those squashed gum all over the place. and gum would be legal! yayy. take THAT ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doodled 'electric gypsy' on my homework diary today. what does thattt mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115686534642648523?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115686534642648523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=115686534642648523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115686534642648523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115686534642648523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-putting-off-blogging-for-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-115496292065377005</id><published>2006-08-07T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:10.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;commala-come-fine!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday oh yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i felt the happiest girl alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commala-come-fine!&lt;br /&gt;she be dancin' away&lt;br /&gt;if you be so kind to say&lt;br /&gt;dat you she mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feeeeel i feeeel sooo faaahhnnnn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYY on to book seven of the dark tower series. nyahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115496292065377005?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115496292065377005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=115496292065377005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115496292065377005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115496292065377005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/08/commala-come-fine-yesterday-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-115379056961136755</id><published>2006-07-24T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:10.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wavelength equals speed divided by frequency equals to speed times period. wheee this can be my notebook. LOLS. how the hell do you work with milliseconds anyway -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics is so stupid, do ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA im updating. unlike &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people. tut tut. but i think this blog is beyond revival already, hear me well i beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this can become my permanent notebook. then when i go online i can (tada!) study too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently the things swallowing up my life (update update) are: ballet (the only unpleasant one), preparation for dance night, dark tower series (&lt;33!!!),&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;constant. :) not that you'll know what im talking about, nuh uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh i cant wait for FOP and planet shakers concert! highlights of the year they are, i say true. xD calla slang is da bomb, hear me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for next friday, when dance night'll put a stop to my poor abused feet, september, when stupid ballet exam'll end, october, when eoys'll be outta the window..november.. and DECEMBER. is that word sacred or what. man. just saying it makes my head go woozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dee-sem-ber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pray for strength&lt;br /&gt;to help me last till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115379056961136755?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115379056961136755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=115379056961136755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115379056961136755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115379056961136755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/07/wavelength-equals-speed-divided-by.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-115306211845665634</id><published>2006-07-16T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:10.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people talk and talk&lt;br /&gt;and never say a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Some people look at you&lt;br /&gt;and birds begin to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people laugh and laugh&lt;br /&gt;and yet you want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Some people touch your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and music fills the sky&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     -Charlotte Zolotow (WHAT a cool name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stagnant-ness of blog. dance is swallowing up my life. grr.&lt;br /&gt;but not to fear.&lt;br /&gt;love is always near. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. WATCH PIRATES!!! two hours plus of johnny depp. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115306211845665634?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115306211845665634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=115306211845665634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115306211845665634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115306211845665634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-people-talk-and-talk-and-never.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-115271322231243799</id><published>2006-07-12T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:10.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hickory dickory dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouse ran up the clock&lt;br /&gt;theclockstruckone,&lt;br /&gt;themouserandown-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hickory dickory dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hickory dickory dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouse ran up the clock&lt;br /&gt;theclockstruckone,&lt;br /&gt;themouserandown,&lt;br /&gt;(the cat saw her&lt;br /&gt;and chased her round and round)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hickory dickory dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouse ran up the clock&lt;br /&gt;the clock struck two,&lt;br /&gt;and down she flew&lt;br /&gt;(the cat struck her&lt;br /&gt;with an iron tool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hickory dickory dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouse ran up the clock&lt;br /&gt;the clock struck three&lt;br /&gt;and she did flee&lt;br /&gt;(but catch and scratch&lt;br /&gt;her the cat still did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hickory dickory dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahas. guess what the mouse and cat are. quite hard i know but ah well. and no im not gonna blame it on my stomachache, or my broken (and bleeding!) toenail, or my two horrible blisters, or my multiple abrasions. clarification: this has NO relation to the above rhyme. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance night! pirates! love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115271322231243799?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115271322231243799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=115271322231243799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115271322231243799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115271322231243799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/07/hickory-dickory-dock.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-115150268028894296</id><published>2006-06-28T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:10.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another laziness break. lols. blogging's like some vacation for me now. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! shall do some publicity now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;RGS DANCE NIGHT '06-&lt;em&gt;ESPRESSIONE 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;4th August 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Tickets at $12, $15, $18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm dances include modern, indian, malay, peacock, ballet, broadway/jazz, hip hop, flamenco.. and i think that's it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the faster you order your tickets the better seats you get!&lt;br /&gt;aaannd sales are open to dancers from 3 july but to the public only from 10 july soooo...&lt;br /&gt;ORDER FROM MEEE!! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's only &lt;em&gt;oneee&lt;/em&gt; night so tickets are gonna get sold out real fast. so hurry! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115150268028894296?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115150268028894296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=115150268028894296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115150268028894296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115150268028894296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-laziness-break.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-115084955998223600</id><published>2006-06-20T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:09.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyyy must it happen. again after.. what. two months?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can kill myself for this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be surprised if you find me dead. sam told me to walk in a thunderstorm wearing lots of metal. then i'll have an excuse: "no God i dint commit suicide the lightning killed me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should do just that. sounds like a pretty good idea to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;please God PLEASE let me get my phone back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-115084955998223600?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/115084955998223600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=115084955998223600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115084955998223600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/115084955998223600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114986477850131068</id><published>2006-06-09T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:09.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's red and blue and yellow and resides in a lycra triangle? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those ppl who've guessed cannot guess again ar! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i said are you gonna be my girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114986477850131068?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114986477850131068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114986477850131068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114986477850131068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114986477850131068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-red-and-blue-and-yellow-and.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114969368589772775</id><published>2006-06-07T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:09.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back online and groping my way through civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel weird, yet vaguely triumphant, if that's the word. triumphant that i can walk out and leave this super-scheduled life behind for a little more than a week, and come back and gloat at all the others who're stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;it's like some secret that i dont tell, but everyone knows, and i can sense they're jealous cos of their knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i live in some underwater world which knows about the world above but are just trapping themselves there for the sake of it, then one day i stick out my head and breathe my first gulp of fresh air, and go back down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa today was really nice. first palawan, then siloso. we shall go siloso next time! xD had a really healthy day. walk walk walk. eat healthy and angmoh-filled subway. tanned, played in the water, ate subway againn, walk walk walk walk WALK. &gt;&lt; and admired God's never-fails-to-impress painting of the sunset. felt all the more beautiful cos we took so long to get there haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siloso beach at night is nice to the point of hypnotism. lols. manmade but still, nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore can be really nice sometimes, if you look at the bright side. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114969368589772775?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114969368589772775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114969368589772775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114969368589772775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114969368589772775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-online-and-groping-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114830770102906034</id><published>2006-05-22T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:09.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1054/1924/1600/lace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1054/1924/320/lace.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote jon: "ohmygoodness is that lace andrea?!" *bursts into unmanly fit of laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1054/1924/1600/bear.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should really try getting hospitalised someday. NOT for the really serious type of thing. just serious enough to get warded but not feel too uncomfortable. you get really nice and expensive hampers and flowers, for one. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got flooded with gifts: chocolates (!!) from the first session cm teachers, soyamilk from gabriel (lol), a reeeally sweet pink gerberra from bernice, a lil cat from jane, a we-took-6-minutes-to-choose apple from zhangs clara and jon, and a teddy bear nicknamed 'the Lord'. xD (its tshirt says 'praise the Lord' but 'praise is almost always hidden haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you once again to everyone who showed concern in one way or another, and to everyone who prayed for and visited me: love you guys!! and you too of course. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1054/1924/320/bear.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint it sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, tons of apples and grapes. i dont eat uncut apples!! aaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's me looking very bad in the uniform heh. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1054/1924/320/mebear.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for those who wanna know more bout what happened, i shall just post an account here to the best of my memory so i dont hafta keep repeating. haha here goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20th may, saturday, at about 530pm:&lt;br /&gt;i was rushing to youth service at church (ahem) from ballet. got down from one bus and started jaywalking to the other side of the road to catch 31. stuck my head out from behind the other bus and roughly made sure that the road was clear before i crossed, but apparently i missed seeing an incoming van. a white van. &gt;&lt; (quote jon again: "which van isnt white?" hahaha.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, walked out, spotted the van, tried to take a step back and siam but obviously it was too late. bang and i passed out. actually i dint feel anything at all. i just remember seeing, couldnt hear or feel anymore. kinda scary, that. probably why i thought i was in one of my bad dreams when i woke up on the road. &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, the first thing i heard when i woke was, "she's in a state of shock she's in a state of shock" and i was thinking &lt;em&gt;who's in a state of shock?? &lt;/em&gt;"we'll send you to the hospital okay dont move" &lt;em&gt;what the hell am i doing here i must be dreaming.&lt;/em&gt; then i asked out loud, "what happened?" and vaguely remember them telling me bout getting knocked down. then they put that funny neck brace thingy on me and put me on a stretcher. &lt;em&gt;what on eeaaarthh i can walk okay i can walk put me down. stupid girl wake up noww this is not funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was only half-conscious when they asked me loads of questions on the ambulance, but conscious enough to request talking to my mum on the phone cos i knew she'd be worried to death if i dint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;arrived at the hospital, and they wheeled me to A&amp;amp;E, where i got asked yet &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; round of questions and had to wait for a super long time to get x-rayed. i remember trying to come to terms with the fact that i HAD in fact had an accident, but it was hard. sobbed till my head hurt. okay it was already hurting. then i threw up hard. some green stuff. eek. my ballet friend who accompanied me there was so scared she turned green, my mum told me. poor girl. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and to chang wen suo duan, they put me on drip, took it off, drew blood on sat and today, let me eat, took a CT scan and touched me practically everywhere to make sure i was alright. xD and yes praise God im totally fine except for bruises on my head butt left arm and a few cuts here and there. felt giddy on sunday morning but im alright today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank you to all of you once again. le love is warmer than sunshine. =) will be back in school on wednesday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114830770102906034?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114830770102906034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114830770102906034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114830770102906034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114830770102906034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/05/quote-jon-ohmygoodness-is-that-lace.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114779232410326982</id><published>2006-05-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:09.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooowwww. my shoulders ache my head aches my hands ache. at least cherly and i finished our part for lit!! (i still cant believe it) WOOHH we rock cherly i love you. lets kiss! hahahahaha im actually starting to like robert frost. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning&lt;br /&gt;After a rain. They click upon themselves&lt;br /&gt;As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored&lt;br /&gt;As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells&lt;br /&gt;Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust--&lt;br /&gt;Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-taken from 'Birches'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114779232410326982?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114779232410326982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114779232410326982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114779232410326982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114779232410326982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/05/ooowwww.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114778451616515385</id><published>2006-05-16T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:09.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance today was gay. hip hop wasnt too productive-did the same routine again, drilled the sec 1s and a few, counted till my throat went dry. -.- our batch was much better at hip hop during sec 1 than most of them are la. gonna be tough making the dance look nice.. but who am i to say right. hmms. sec 2s are alright though. had a lotta fun &lt;s&gt;bitc&lt;/s&gt; chatting to sec 3s. =p specifically ruyun carmen shuangwei. hahaha this batch really needs some bonding man. we're like floaters. at least we aint clique-ish. inter-level mixing! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait when we get to j2 in rj. then we can chillll with the current sec 2s. to think im closer to some of em than some of my batchmates. gayness. xD but then i'll miss seniors like jaclyn marese carmen etc. bleh why cant we have nice 04 batch for our seniors now. particularly miss alison. haha such random sudden musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'd be reeeally innaresting to see somebody wearing midriff for hip hop, if our costume gets approval. hmms. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethingood'06. whee. hope there'll be time for rehearsals and stuff though. singing in orchard isnt exactly very easy. &gt;&lt; stupid cherly so busy for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots i cant wait for CAC. maybe it's just me wanting camps again. wonder if i'll ever get sian of em. hmmm. this year's one sounds fun. hahaha carrying mattresses across the road. i'll LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postscript: love calendar not updated. shall think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114778451616515385?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114778451616515385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114778451616515385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114778451616515385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114778451616515385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/05/dance-today-was-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114744784860554703</id><published>2006-05-12T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:08.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall be like zhengning and blog once a month or smth when i feel like it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry my multiple lovers for not updating. xDD i love you too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math is raping me. i feel so helpless when i do stuff alone. sigh. cherlyy!! i &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to do math with you. Math Messes Me up Madly. Mamaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay andrea is off to bed. gnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK EVERYBODY GO TAG "I LOVE YOU" ON MY BOARD &lt;strong&gt;NOWW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le understandingness. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114744784860554703?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114744784860554703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114744784860554703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114744784860554703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114744784860554703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-shall-be-like-zhengning-and-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114666742421268887</id><published>2006-05-03T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:08.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for not blogging guys, i was in intensive care. not that im not now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday saturday sunday monday wednesday friday saturday sunday *gasp* wednesday friday saturday sunday wednesday friday saturday sunday mondaytuesdaywednesdaythursdayfriday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!! (retarded pokey penguin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like an incoherent happy moron. yeahh baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i shall stop this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's there to blog about anyway huh. oh ya dance. hip hop pracs are finally getting productive. since rachel e came that is. xD haha whee am i excited. she bitched a hell lot bout vj dance night. so did jaslyn when i asked. hmmms i seriously hope we wont be half as bad as them. but then again.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer season is coming (AGAIINNN -.-) and girlfriends you can start saying goodbye to your boyfriends now. quick quick plan for your holidays! eg book other people to go out with you/be on standby mode so when your partner has urgent business with the tv you wont feel deprived.&lt;br /&gt;:p okay im kidding, if you realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song melted my heart like a dog. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Butterfly Kisses-by Bob Carlisle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two things I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;She was sent here from heaven, and she's daddy's little girl&lt;br /&gt;As I drop to my knees by her bed at night&lt;br /&gt;She talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for all of the joy in my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but most of all, for-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer&lt;br /&gt;Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;br /&gt;"Walk beside the pony daddy, it's my first ride."&lt;br /&gt;"I know the cake looks funny daddy, but I sure tried."&lt;br /&gt;Oh, with all that I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something right&lt;br /&gt;To deserve a hug every morning&lt;br /&gt;And butterfly kisses at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sixteen today&lt;br /&gt;She's looking like her momma a little more everyday&lt;br /&gt;One part woman, the other part girl&lt;br /&gt;To perfume and makeup&lt;br /&gt;From ribbons and curls&lt;br /&gt;Trying her wings out in a great big world&lt;br /&gt;But I remember-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer&lt;br /&gt;Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;br /&gt;"You know how much I love you daddy,&lt;br /&gt;but if you don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."&lt;br /&gt;With all that I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something right&lt;br /&gt;To deserve her love every morning&lt;br /&gt;And butterfly kisses at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the precious time&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind, the years go by&lt;br /&gt;Precious butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;She'll change her name today&lt;br /&gt;She'll make a promise, and I'll give her away&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the bride room, just staring at her&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I said "I'm not sure,&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."&lt;br /&gt;And she leaned over... gave me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses with her momma there&lt;br /&gt;Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;br /&gt;"Walk me down the aisle daddy, it's just about time."&lt;br /&gt;"Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy? Daddy don't cry"&lt;br /&gt;With all that I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something right&lt;br /&gt;To deserve her love every morning&lt;br /&gt;And butterfly kisses&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask God for more man, this is what love is&lt;br /&gt;I know I've gotta let her go, but I'll alway remember&lt;br /&gt;Every hug in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and butterfly kisses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k fine i cheated by posting a song. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114666742421268887?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114666742421268887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114666742421268887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114666742421268887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114666742421268887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry-for-not-blogging-guys-i-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114527066283097817</id><published>2006-04-17T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:08.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what on earth am i doing here blogging i really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be chionging geog pt, doing chem worksheets physicsworksheetslitptenglishpresentationchinesesummary-*gasp* teachers can try suffocating themselves with homework and see how &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when 2 people (aka cherly and andrea) are extremely bored and they are sitting in a classroom listening to white noise and trying to make sense of it but fail to, what do they do? why, come up with a silly rhyme, of course. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crow in the willow bellowed, "hello!" to the yellow fellow playing a cello who looked quite mellow, as she was about to be hung in the gallows, with the wind to billow below. her last meal comprised shallow jell-o, marshmallow and oishi PILLOWS! &lt;33 her name was jane low. (private joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not funny, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody care to donate to the get-andrea-a-new-phone (PLEASE) fund?? have a heart! sob. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114527066283097817?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114527066283097817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114527066283097817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114527066283097817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114527066283097817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-on-earth-am-i-doing-here-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114506853295696279</id><published>2006-04-14T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:08.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my form teacher KEEPS picking on me. just because i sit in front. i hate it i hate it. dont think i've ever been so pissed with a teacher before in my entire life. i mean PISSED. actually i dont think i've ever lost so much respect for a teacher before. i totally did la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the way she lets her pms/menopause affect practically everything she does that pisses me off. if you're in a bad mood, it doesnt mean that an entire class of 30 (or heaven knows who else) have to suffer the effects of it. i swear i handed up that freaking form okay. BUGGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank God for such nice, sweet classmates. me, jiayun, audrey, kuoying and nata were complaining very hard about sec 3 life while waiting for chem lesson outside the lab, and a few of us just started tearing. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i miss twofour so damn much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat tai was going around giving her much-needed hugs as usual. she has a nice smell! and she does ballet wooh! nat tai rocks my socks hahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, hmm yesterday was a &lt;i&gt;gooood&lt;/i&gt; friday indeed. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a powerful pot. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blissfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114506853295696279?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114506853295696279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114506853295696279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114506853295696279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114506853295696279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-form-teacher-keeps-picking-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114467930255944576</id><published>2006-04-10T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:08.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;stressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know sports fest wont be until next year, but still. hadley cheerleading is earning itself quite a gay reputation. &gt;&lt; cmon lor it's not like we can do much when ppl are unenthu or are simply busy. sigh. im gonna make wanxin and i start choreography the minute they pick next year's theme, and hold auditions before end of year hols, yes i am. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway great job for the rest of hadley we like totally broke the chain of richard winning sports fest la!! wooooh. champs since we entered sec 1. (that says smth bout our wunnerful batch doesnt it =P) plus plus we got double champs this year, with swim carn as well. darn cool. i love my house. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if a tree falls in the forest, and there's no one to hear it, does it still make a sound?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114467930255944576?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114467930255944576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114467930255944576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114467930255944576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114467930255944576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/04/stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114467613726259221</id><published>2006-04-10T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:08.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wanna justify my screaming in the haunted house thingy at rjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) who wouldnt, when a demented looking girl suddenly comes crawling at you out from under a bed&lt;br /&gt;2) hissing like she was, yes, DEMENTED,&lt;br /&gt;3) and trying to grab at your ankle?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raffles players rock, they really do. i will be forever grateful to mel: "why should i go in first? *points to sec 2 ri guys* they're guys right?" xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114467613726259221?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114467613726259221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114467613726259221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114467613726259221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114467613726259221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-wanna-justify-my-screaming-in.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114459204178856098</id><published>2006-04-09T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:08.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello dearies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey there. i know you'll be doing this, sooner or later. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im typing in true-blue bimbo fashion now. heex. shall just like skim through what i've been missing out on for like the past dunno how many weeks. besides wed, that is. (the like is like, so irritating?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hmmms we should really keep a logbook on what we've been doing haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what was that shepherd song about? haha it was kupped from a darn good power praise pre-prayer session. all i wanna say is that well God really did touch the team, and thoroughly refreshed us. we went into galilee with red and moist eyes haha. praise Him there! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;memories arent very reliable things to rely on. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss God actually. everywakingmoment. sometimes i just wish He'd be here right beside me; someone i can actually see, touch, love, in some tangible way. how nice to have this awesome, all-powerful friend who'll never betray or judge me, who'll always stand up for me and want the best for me. but to me, it seems like my best'll never be enough for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God's always answering our prayers so miraculously and wonderfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i end up so dry and empty; sometimes i just pray for the sake of praying, and it irks me, it does. been a week of ups and downs, but God's always proven faithful. (faithfulness timeline gabriel! haha. *grins*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dont you think so? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents have been quite gay lately, putting more restrictions and stuff, but well. still surviving. sometimes i feel like just plain disobeying God, cos i really cant stand putting up with what i hafta put up with. or i just feel like doing smth really badly, but i know i shouldnt. it's hard to resist, trust me. but im really thankful that He's always there to pull me back and that im still safe in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;keep seeking Him, cos there's no way we can go wrong when we abide in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just love the way He shows He loves me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;till we go to heaven and become perfect, i love you back, with whatever little i have. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114459204178856098?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114459204178856098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114459204178856098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114459204178856098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114459204178856098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-dearies.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114424908648963602</id><published>2006-04-05T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:08.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gayness.</title><content type='html'>if there was one word to describe my three days of this week so far, it'd be "gay". and considering we're just barely into the middle of the week, you can probably tell the level of gayness it has already reached. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is losing things now becoming some big national fad? or is picking them up and keeping them? yeah i lost my handphone. my second phone-which hasnt even had its first birthday. im not that attached to the &lt;i&gt;phone&lt;/i&gt; itself (in fact im kinda glad i lost it it SUCKED) but the pictures. ohh the &lt;i&gt;pictures.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can swear my heart was literally spasming with anxiety and sadness at losing so many of those much-loved pictures. most i've sent to the com, but the rest-i can never get em back. my myraid of such wonderful memories, all gone. God knows how many new, fragile and deeply cherished moments that camera alone has captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. taught me another lesson anyhow. well i hope the person who found it (and hung up on me when i tried calling) has fun with my cracked up phone. who'd want a stupid samsung anyway. okay fine it was damn useful cos it had a mirror, and a good camera. the rest, all i can do is wish him/her luck, and not let the phone go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least appreciate the beautiful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so long as i have you&lt;br /&gt;it really doesnt matter cos&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114424908648963602?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114424908648963602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114424908648963602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114424908648963602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114424908648963602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/04/gayness.html' title='gayness.'/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114399148266196470</id><published>2006-04-02T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:08.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Shepherd of my soul&lt;br /&gt;i give You full control&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You may lead&lt;br /&gt;i will follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made the choice&lt;br /&gt;to listen for Your voice&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You may lead&lt;br /&gt;i will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it in the quiet pastures&lt;br /&gt;or by a gentle stream&lt;br /&gt;the Shepherd of my soul&lt;br /&gt;is by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i face a mighty mountain&lt;br /&gt;or a valley dark and deep&lt;br /&gt;the Shepherd of my soul&lt;br /&gt;will be my guide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114399148266196470?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114399148266196470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114399148266196470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114399148266196470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114399148266196470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/04/shepherd-of-my-soul-i-give-you-full.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</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-19440254.post-114373505198832954</id><published>2006-03-30T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:04:07.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's play the 'subtle' name game. HAHAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[edit]&lt;/strong&gt; game in formulation. &lt;strong&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He clearly wanted you to enjoy it. so do. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19440254-114373505198832954?l=dreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/feeds/114373505198832954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19440254&amp;postID=114373505198832954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114373505198832954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19440254/posts/default/114373505198832954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreea.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-play-subtle-name-game.html' title=''/><author><name>andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06970894955125317855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
