<?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-15850998</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:47:05.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-115768954579862195</id><published>2006-09-08T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:25:45.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=( so busy</title><content type='html'>have been up to my neck in work.. and updates are SO due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On Birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. On Novena Flower day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-115768954579862195?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/115768954579862195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=115768954579862195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115768954579862195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115768954579862195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-busy.html' title='=( so busy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-115548585552551791</id><published>2006-08-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:17:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 August 2006</title><content type='html'>Lizzie!! I received the photos in the mail today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've burnt a copy for Iz.. he'll pass it to Kooichi... for now i figure he isnt going to be the most delighted person when he sees the pictures of John, Dan, You and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/joni%2C%20liz%2C%20and%20i.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Reader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is Joni on the left, the hottie in the middle is Lizzie my darling sis.. and then me. Photos of our trip to JB which ended at midnight... cos my curfew wouldnt allow for the movie that you guys planned at 1am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/liz%20and%20kooch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heres showcasing Kooichi cos none of you have ever seen him before.. He's this mega hippie with a new camera that He's so proud of... im going to advertise his photos cos i really do like some of them. &lt;a href="http://www.kooichi.deviantart.com"&gt;www.kooichi.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt; =) there ~ he's really getting better with the camera... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/baby%20and%20daddy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and heres me and Iz!!! *beams* Really really. this guy has has to be the sweetest thing in the world &lt;em&gt;sometimes.. &lt;/em&gt;i swear.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was playing pool with Derwin yesterday.. hanging with Steven from SMU Pool Club.. these people are really something.. their pool is just awesome. i cant shoot straight and my shots are all screwed and skewed. i actually stopped playing for three months already.. but i think they've rekindled my interest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My WISHLIST:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a predator cue, 314 shaft. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-115548585552551791?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/115548585552551791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=115548585552551791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115548585552551791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115548585552551791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/08/13-august-2006.html' title='13 August 2006'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15850998.post-115496661834857939</id><published>2006-08-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:12:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 August 2006</title><content type='html'>I spoke with Caroline today and we're not going to do the IMF/World Bank thing anymore cos the event is too large.. with all the red tape..she's not going through the hassle.. which IS a great disappointment becuase its my last chance to see Vince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on about this guy from the day I met him.. I was doing a part time job emceeing and ushering at Shangri-La when I met him.. They had me seated next to the sound systems and videos. I was suppoused to help with the lighting - just a simple touch of a button.. that placed me next to him. they wanted to let someone else do the job a little later... but he insisted that i do it... i like to think it was cos he enjoyed my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince isnt your average hunk. he's actually kinda lanky.. not distastefully so though.. he had a boyish smile, hair that wasnt really neat..neither was it unkempt.. it was soft and jet black and fell all about his face in delicate strands.. he looked like he didnt care and it was so incredibly sexy that way. he was decked out in an oversized dark green parka and faded jeans.. he seemed to swim around his large baggy clothing but it all seemed so huggable. nothing really mattered though... cos i never had a thing for guys with looks. it was always about personality and being thoughtful.. kind.. he was all of that, and maybe more for the three days i met him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didnt matter that he was twenty-nine either. he looked positively twenty one. he thought i was sixteen. when he said it my heart skipped a beat.. for once i didnt want to be that young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hardly learnt anything about him.. apart from the fact that he's perpetually hooked onto dota.. (that gave me the reason to start), his nickname on battlenet were four chinese characters of elements.. suppousedly the ultimate skill of some character outta condor heros.. my knowledge of chinese is downright embarassing.. if im not wrong.. it was '风云。。‘　i cant for the life of me remember what the other two characters were. i dont think i'll ever see him on bnet cos i dont even go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the last few minutes of the last day he was there at the porch of some hidden corner that overlooked the cars below.. he said he discovered all these secret places because of the work he did at all the hotels... there was so much i wanted to say, and i dont know if he felt the same way. i wanted to tell him that i wasnt the girl he was looking at. that i wasnt cut out to be dressed in that perfectly creased black coat, that i wasnt used to having my hair done up in that classic french twist. i wanted to tell him that i had curls that reached down the length of my back and that they almost always fell free, that i had an undying penchant for pretty glittery things that didnt have to be gold, that i wasnt above longing to run free in a vast field of flowers.. and that i had a burning desire to reach out and brush his cheek softly with the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left so much unsaid that day. as he was packing, i asked if he would be doing anymore events as a freelancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: 'i'll be working with IMF.. its the next big event thats coming to town..'&lt;br /&gt;A 'are you serious? thats awesome.... my prof wants to get involved in an event like that..'&lt;br /&gt;V 'will you be there?'&lt;br /&gt;A 'i should think so... '&lt;br /&gt;*someone yells in the background for him*&lt;br /&gt;V 'i really should be going.. i'll see you there'&lt;br /&gt;A 'i'll see you then.. '&lt;br /&gt;V 'its at suntec. i'll be at suntec... '&lt;br /&gt;A 'i will see you. Take care Vince.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-115496661834857939?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/115496661834857939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=115496661834857939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115496661834857939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115496661834857939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/08/7-august-2006.html' title='7 August 2006'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-115465330778729341</id><published>2006-08-04T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:04:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 August</title><content type='html'>OMG.. its my LAST day of my internship!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts in seventeen days... but theres a tonload of things i wanna do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;2. i wanna learn sewing...my mum is quite excited that im getting quite homely... but the real reason for it is cos the dresses at town are overated... im not spending a cent on them.&lt;br /&gt;3. i wanna be GOOD at DOTA!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;4. go out with friends and do all the random things in the world...&lt;br /&gt;5. really want to be fourteen again.&lt;br /&gt;6. learn to take apart a computer and put it back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, its back to the work desk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-115465330778729341?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/115465330778729341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=115465330778729341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115465330778729341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115465330778729341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/08/4-august.html' title='4 August'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-115443907878486406</id><published>2006-08-01T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:31:18.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 August 2006</title><content type='html'>but in all fairness... Their service is beyond fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tuesday today... so if i count tomorrow, i have THREE days of work left!!! whoopie!!!&lt;br /&gt;checked out the business camp for 2 days so far... havent spotted a hottie yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe school is starting this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzetze... one year ago i was so upset that you left. i met you one year and eight days ago! i count. i miss 91.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-115443907878486406?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/115443907878486406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=115443907878486406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115443907878486406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115443907878486406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/08/1-august-2006.html' title='1 August 2006'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-115439797713633709</id><published>2006-08-01T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:06:17.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH - 1 August 2006</title><content type='html'>Apple sucks dick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-115439797713633709?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/115439797713633709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=115439797713633709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115439797713633709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115439797713633709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/08/ugh-1-august-2006.html' title='UGH - 1 August 2006'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15850998.post-115388534333589757</id><published>2006-07-26T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:42:23.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humph. 26 July 2006</title><content type='html'>I FAILED MY DRIVING!!! UGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-115388534333589757?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/115388534333589757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=115388534333589757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115388534333589757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115388534333589757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/07/humph-26-july-2006.html' title='humph. 26 July 2006'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-115076362738216191</id><published>2006-06-20T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:52:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China - Day 1 - 19 June 2006</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.. its me again, back after a gazillion years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the first day of a week in china... its a beautiful place, if you leave out the washrooms and food. i've never been full since i got to china. My dad's friends drove past MacDonalds to the hotel today, and i've never missed MacDonalds so much. This was the dinner place. it didnt smell too good, but i was told that there were worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/200/dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner was a variation of food, dead and alive. i honestly didnt want to touch any of it. 'dead' looked sickeningly dead, and 'alive' looked suspiciously alive. What you see at the bottom here, is alive. they were all squirming around in the pan... it was sick. like really. at least i didnt have to eat these. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/DINNER%20IS%20ALIVE%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;here is a picture of dinner, dead. The thing about chinese, is that they're acutally happy to feed you things which you would get grossed out at. when you retch, i swear they take it as a compliment. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/dinner%20is%20dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the first thing on the dinner table. This, without a doubt, was a cross between 'dead' and 'alive'. they chinese just called it 'fresh'. i dont usually have fish in singapore. thats because i really dont like it. but i didnt have just a little bit of everything, they'd take it as i was being rude. so i didnt have a choice. it actually tasted quite damn good. heres the fish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/fish%20for%20dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;coming up is the worst thing they have fed me so far. the only time i've ever read about it - &lt;a href="http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/cat_steve_dont_eat_it.php"&gt;http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/cat_steve_dont_eat_it.php&lt;/a&gt; - under 'pork rinds. i'd like to say loads about this dish. but i cant. it actually tasted good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/pork%20rinds%20up%20close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've gotta run!! its breakfast... its actually the second day today.... but i'll have day 1 (part 2) coming up soon. luvzz!! i miss you guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the biggest mistake a made was to forget to bring the camera charger.. so i hope the battery will hold out. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-115076362738216191?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/115076362738216191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=115076362738216191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115076362738216191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/115076362738216191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/06/china-day-1-19-june-2006.html' title='China - Day 1 - 19 June 2006'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-114820590440381110</id><published>2006-05-21T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T18:05:04.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to amanda</title><content type='html'>I have a new site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thestupidthing.multiply.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-114820590440381110?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/114820590440381110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=114820590440381110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/114820590440381110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/114820590440381110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/05/note-to-amanda.html' title='Note to amanda'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-114766671009336645</id><published>2006-05-15T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:18:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My advice to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/enews/2006/05/images/04eh1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.apple.com/enews/2006/05/images/04eh1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-114766671009336645?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/114766671009336645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=114766671009336645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/114766671009336645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/114766671009336645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-advice-to-you.html' title='My advice to you...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-114328210293815192</id><published>2006-03-25T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:32:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th March 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th March 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set the alarm for eight, but i wake at ten. Im late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush over to wake him up (fuck he's a sloth), breakfast, then we head down to uni. he had to pass a carton to Sanket personally because he's bent on believing that i would get cheated in some way. He believes in Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then V For Vendetta. This show is awesome. So unlike the no-brainer-'date-movie' i caught with my Nyanyan. the latter was the pits, its the most boring, pointless, thoughtless, senseless clip thats made for people who need a good reason to kill themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Neways, back to Vendetta. i cant stop raving about it. Charlene would go on for ages, and i think im inclined to do the same. this one is going into my list of good movies. Subtly painful. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Nyan and headed down to Anna's. Disorganized surprise party for Gregy. No cake, not enough booze, confusing games. but we all had fun because it was a get together from all of us groupies from last semester. Met the other greg and shaun for awhile, which got me thinking about how superficial friendships can get when you dont meet good friends for a long time... Bumped into Jarrod a lil while later. JARROD YOU PARTY ANIMAL... when are you going to ever stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call, was asked by Auntie Karina to make a speech at around 10am the next day.... I said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;25th March 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30am of the 25th finds me half awake in bed, the alarm's shrill bell resounding in my head. i reach over for my mobile, reply selected texts and scan the notes for the speech which i would make in 2.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand in proxy for an 18 year old HIV Positive victim, who doesnt want to read out a letter she wrote - before 300 critical adolescents. Honestly, I wouldnt either. So i was glad to give her a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its now six thirty in the evening, and the speech has been the best thing i've done so far today. I feel warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an accounting test coming up in two days, but i cant give a flying fuck. I've been staring at 'Stock splits and stock dividends' for the past half an hour but i have absolutely no idea what they're on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna do is clean up my study area. I pride myself on 'organized mess' but now the whole desk looks alot like trash. Im watching Vendetta again. I cant get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is a beautiful shade of blue. blue - baby blue - crisp baby blue. theres only a trace of a white candy floss cloud in the sky, and the sun shines against walls of stark white paint and turns it into a soft, golden orange that makes everything feel like home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-114328210293815192?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/114328210293815192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=114328210293815192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/114328210293815192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/114328210293815192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/03/24th-march-2006.html' title='24th March 2006'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-114179310921426633</id><published>2006-03-08T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:45:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th to the 7th of March</title><content type='html'>These 4 days have been perfect, because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i cant, and i wont hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i have other things to live for &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-114179310921426633?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/114179310921426633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=114179310921426633' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/114179310921426633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/114179310921426633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/03/4th-to-7th-of-march.html' title='4th to the 7th of March'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-113864051107068361</id><published>2006-01-31T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T09:51:44.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mood is 4/10.</title><content type='html'>last i heard was that Alicia's mum was pissy at her becuase she got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling that she's prolly more upset with ME then she is with her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??!??!?!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;jiejie.... i dont think im up to going clubbing with you anymore... okay? no offence... but i dont want your mum thinking that im a bad influence or something nasty.... (though she prolly already does)&lt;br /&gt;oh.. goodness. *worries worries worries*&lt;br /&gt;and alicia: no more 'fuckin motherfuckas for you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big hello to the.stupid.thing aka Tze. you sent me a photo of yourself on vodafone. well.. i've just gottten down to checking it out. To hell with the Michael Jackson persona. its not working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/tze-michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you look... awful-frightful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohyes. something like this guy over here. striking resemblance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/200/freddiee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahhahahhahhhHAHAHAHHAHAAA...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well. today isnt exactly the happiest day. too much talk on commitment and self-centeredness last night. this time, there isnt even room for compromise. we have to talk. i dont think you understand. in all fairness, i dont either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113864051107068361?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113864051107068361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113864051107068361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113864051107068361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113864051107068361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/01/mood-is-410.html' title='The mood is 4/10.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-113855697361943230</id><published>2006-01-30T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T20:37:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th January</title><content type='html'>okay.. BACK. its 1.37am, Monday. Monday always manages to sound depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th January - Adam Freeland at MOSi cant ever say much about the music at mos..but this guy wasnt bad... HE PLAYED &lt;a href="http://www.chemical-records.co.uk/sc/servlet/sm?C=PIASB136&amp;S=A"&gt;E-TALKING&lt;/a&gt;! (one of my current favourite songs) and that counts for EVERYTHING. Went down with Alicia and Roy... then bumped into Yongzhi, Nora and Jarrod a lil later. Apparently, Za was there as well but i didnt get to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarrod was with 2 of his friends and they stayed quite abit. The drinks after that were fucking awesome. But Alicia was gone after a while. *inserts thanks to lil tzetze... because i would prolly have died if not for excessive martell and bombay sapphire 5 months ago*neways, we made our way outta the club and down to TCC for coffee and snacks for awhile.. just so that she'd get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy was being a whiner at not being able to get back to freeland. But i had to take care of her. that much he understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/jarrod%20manda%20licia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heres Jarrod, I, Alicia.. from left. i need to fucking sleep. its too late at night. Happy New Year Lovelies... &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/15850998-113855697361943230?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113855697361943230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113855697361943230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113855697361943230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113855697361943230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/01/27th-january.html' title='27th January'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15850998.post-113853069458610911</id><published>2006-01-29T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:45:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things</title><content type='html'>Hello Darlings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting to fill this space with pretty pictures, but i've been so busy clearing up my mess of a room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th January -&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Chinatown recently... Its beautiful!! streets covered with reddish-orange lanterns. Not that they care what they stuff up there. look at what i found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/Image%28350%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WTF???!! I might be wrong..but isnt Halloween the western equivalent of the Hungry Ghosts Festival ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/Image%28351%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im not complaining... this ghost one is especially cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the shops were the usual, plants, couplets, dirt cheap sweets that dont taste that good, dried persimon, clothes and more clothes. OOOHhhh. *gushes* which reminds me. TZE, WE WANTED TO GET YOU THIS to up your self esteem so you wouldnt feel so bad about yourself... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/Image%28352%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKay.. its the first day of New Year.. and the visit to Chinatown was a coupla days ago.. will update with more photos later! Dinner at my grandmas, gotta run! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113853069458610911?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113853069458610911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113853069458610911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113853069458610911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113853069458610911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-things.html' title='Random Things'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15850998.post-113824339234242021</id><published>2006-01-26T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:50:57.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMS LESSON</title><content type='html'>10.41am, Thursday Morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. comms lesson sucks dick.&lt;br /&gt;my teacher cannot pronounce the word 'brief'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im not complaining cos it gives me the time to do creative things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/Bad%20Communication.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aha.. ahaha.ahahahahahhahahaa. This is zhiqi's current problem. BAD COMMUNICATION. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the diagram is pretty simple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.you start at the start point!&lt;br /&gt;2. you go round the circle.. (process of communication)&lt;br /&gt;3. then you realize that the person DOESNT GET YOU AT ALL because he is so dense... so you end up at the start point AGAIN and KEEP TRYING. (note the many dots thereafter)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its okay if you dont get it. its a joke between zhiqi and i.. anyway... this is random... a picture of zhiqi and i.. taken on 24th of december last year... =) christmas eve. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/Image%28320%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes.. abit dark. but thats cos i have a lousy camera.. (me, left, - zhiqi, right!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahhahhaa. GOSH. and the prof is still on the same slide. pointless, this lesson. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHHh... and to all my lovelies out there~~ i have a tagboard!!! tag me!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113824339234242021?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113824339234242021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113824339234242021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113824339234242021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113824339234242021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/01/comms-lesson.html' title='COMMS LESSON'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15850998.post-113809870632944970</id><published>2006-01-24T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:31:46.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyanyan!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Nyan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/Image%28280%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh. this is so random. this is becuase the very friendly Nyan Yuan Keong has FINALLY gotten down to adding my blog in his valued 'links' column... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me tell you a lil more about Nyan. Nyan is a wonderful teddy bear who smokes too much.  He swears from an extensive, filthy vocabulary and does it constantly, in varied languages. Its amusing and is a living example of the perfect SMU ah beng.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nyan also drinks excessively and is fond of giving speeches when he is pissed drunk. He can speak volumes of a certain Debbie... and is bordering around the 'obsessive' level when it comes to her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*beams* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you want something nice written about you.... drop me a nice picture of yourself. &lt;a href="mailto:ijustdontgiveadamn@hotmail.com"&gt;ijustdontgiveadamn@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and leave a comment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113809870632944970?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113809870632944970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113809870632944970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113809870632944970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113809870632944970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/01/nyanyan.html' title='Nyanyan!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-113794547404639386</id><published>2006-01-22T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:57:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIZ and TZE</title><content type='html'>Tze and Liz are my very good friends, for reasons only each of them would know. its exclusive. so dont question my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz: love, and mr. gucci to you.&lt;br /&gt;Tze: vinyl, whips and chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how different you both are.&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;all good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck i hate entertaining kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113794547404639386?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113794547404639386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113794547404639386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113794547404639386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113794547404639386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/01/liz-and-tze.html' title='LIZ and TZE'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-113712366012035168</id><published>2006-01-13T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:41:00.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 13th of January, 2006</title><content type='html'>1. Love this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hello Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Its been pouring for days on end. 8 in total, but the sun came up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Roy is seriously upset with me. Roy, im really sorry, but why do you even bother. you should have known me for me ages ago. (im going to be fucked over for this, but its friday, 13th for a damn good reason) and Roy if you see this, CALL ME. dont do a bloody 'jinfeng'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lunch with friends at some al fresco place in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mails to reply, things to do at school, Accounting Quiz on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tze... where are you when i need you. Stop obsessing over lacoste and your dumb blonde. her hair isnt even pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Im NOT doing. Godammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113712366012035168?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113712366012035168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113712366012035168' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113712366012035168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113712366012035168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-13th-of-january-2006.html' title='Friday, 13th of January, 2006'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-113657178177186660</id><published>2006-01-07T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T02:23:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th January 2006</title><content type='html'>1. obviously havent been updating. but its all good because im not obliged to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. its 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebration with family, and friends that werent too close. not the best way to spend the passing of an old year. but it was warm enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. school's started. and im disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 good prof, 1 okay prof, and 3 really terrible ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. havent gotten texts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. just got back from linrongs party... it was okay. gambling and friends. i like. but i was and am, feeling like 5/10 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. toastmasters event AND gathering at roys place tomorrow. have to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sunday - gathering at zhiqi's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge. i hope. =) cman is back! *luvz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. happy that im not with jinfeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream an awful lot these days... and somehow.... i woke up with a picture of alexandre and jinfeng as the same person. *smirks* one was crazy over God, the other over money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-things i should have observed way before we got into a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i pissed isaac off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a distinction: theres friends, and not friends. just becuase i asked you to stop whatever you were (subconscious or consciously) doing. DOES NOT MEAN THAT I DONT WANT TO TALK FOREVER. and i maintain that you should work things out with michelle. she's being CONCERNED, not ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly. you should try to understand how others feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i dont see the excitement over driving and driving lessons. my instructor says i speed too much for a girl. i wonder wtf he really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. am very tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. have been playing jewel quest and having weird dreams about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I miss Brendan and Alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tze is neglecting me. Yes. you pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I need to reformat my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. im going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. YES. its a TERRIBLE entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113657178177186660?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113657178177186660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113657178177186660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113657178177186660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113657178177186660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2006/01/7th-january-2006.html' title='7th January 2006'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-113561733084772818</id><published>2005-12-27T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:39:16.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th December 2005</title><content type='html'>1. Just sent Aunt Agnes and her family off to aussie today. thats another family gone, 2 families left. I miss you all terribly, and I'm struggling to hold my tears back as i wave goodbye. Plaster a smile on my face when Brendan runs from the booths with handfuls of blue Fox's sweets we love. Recall how i held Alyssa's hand as we walked to the bookstore only hours ago. And now you're gone for a long while. At least we'll all fly over for Christmas. Save a room for me. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas Eve was a fairly quiet celebration, which picked up quite a bit at the end. Family set off for home after champagne and song. I slept at 4. it was a beautiful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas was surreal. only the morning - when we woke up for Christmas mass - seemed real. Woke to the weariest of afternoons. Christmas shouldnt be that bad. Things picked up later in the day when i got over to Roy's place at 10. Did a haphazard mix for abit. Its 'get outta jail free' day. sounds terrible, but its the first time im staying over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tze comes over and we head for zouk. Ferry Corsten's playing. Comfortable sized crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Roy nearly gets into a fight with another guy over some petty bitch who keeps yelling that Roy pushed her.. Something old in me wants to grab her by the hair and do something nasty. Yelling seems to have a horrid effect on me these days. it cools down eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Roy, Tze, Cunyang and .. (i forgot his name) collaborate and hook me up with a guy called Shaun. Why THANK you once again guys. I really did appreciate that. But im really really over it. It was funny for awhile. Some guys are played so easily, its almost boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tzetze and Cunyang cabbed it back, Roy and I shared another. Bunked at Roy's place for abit and went home at 11am, in time for lunch and dinner and stuff before i got to school at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. heres the boring part.&lt;br /&gt;2pm - Research Work, and briefing by Di Kun, whom i really have to thank for my newfound understanding of logits.&lt;br /&gt;3pm - Short meeting with Kenneth. Kenneth, I must apologize. its terrible that you had to come down just for 5 minutes...i honestly believed that it was an on-the-way thing...&lt;br /&gt;3.45pm - Met Jimmy for while... lil digression... Jimmy reminds me of when school first started and i was still trying to get over the fact that lil Tzetze was gone. Jimmy will text later in the night. He makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;3.45pm - i dont know how i managed the timing but yea. this would be accurate. Short discussion on Toastmasters stuff. I love this club to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Rush down to Kaiwei's place, met up with Zhiqi, Fenghao, 3 other guys with chinese names, all of which i cant remember to save my life. They're all very nice people, all hooked onto DOTA. which i really miss. bummed around for abit before REMEMBERING that i had another barbeque to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Rush down to Pasir Ris, but im a tad too late. Parents arrive to drive me to the airport where i send my aunt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Talk to Livia and Tal about my current state of hopeless emotional problems. Im such a wreck. I should just die. Or stop loving anyone for awhile. Things would be so much simpler then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Anyway... its not going to work out. Dont even bother asking how i know, i just do. THINGS NEVER WORK OUT IF IM INVOLVED ANYWAY. So please dont do this to me, because im really too tired to be hurt again. and i really dont want to lose a friend. - you're a Godsend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113561733084772818?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113561733084772818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113561733084772818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113561733084772818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113561733084772818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/12/26th-december-2005.html' title='26th December 2005'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-113536004529018764</id><published>2005-12-24T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:47:25.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd December 2005</title><content type='html'>1. Today marks the eve of the eve of Christmas. which means its celebration time. unfortunately, i dont feel like celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. School is round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My good friend is in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I just got a call in the middle of typing 3. Isaac got robbed and beaten up and he didnt tell me. Isaac, why didnt you tell me? im seeing you for awhile tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can think of anything decent to say. oh yea. his driving is fucking terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113536004529018764?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113536004529018764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113536004529018764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113536004529018764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113536004529018764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/12/23rd-december-2005.html' title='23rd December 2005'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15850998.post-113527160523571698</id><published>2005-12-23T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:31:01.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd December 2005</title><content type='html'>1. Christmas shopping isnt done... and i dont seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i dont seem to care about Christmas in general. all im going to remember this year was the confessional and how hard it was to make a decent confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. RA work .. still no idea what Prof really wants. in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. im slacking off my CCAs... i really have to do something about it but that doesnt seem that important now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tze would be leavin for brissy soon. its hard to believe that he was here from the week the exams started. i havent seen alot of Tze the past three days. save that night at MOS. MOS is a really nice place, but they should get better DJs. at the current moment, they could settle for winamp and the people cheering and dancing wouldnt know the fuckin difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've been spending nearly everyday at Roy's place learning how to beatmatch. Breakthrough yesterday... and i was over the moon. now, 'kiss my eyes' and 'so many times' (forgot the track name but i think thats it.).. are running through my head over and over .. i dont think i'll ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. havent had dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Met JC friends today... Zhiqi, Yvonne, Regina, Janice, Edith. We miss Cman. She's coming back in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bought a new toy today. ivideo or whatever its called. its pretty. Black. Tze says im always in black and its somewhat depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. told jinfeng off today. its crystal clear why we cant be together. even Tze has nothing more to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. James has a play tomorrow. I'll see you guys there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whoever you are, because you know who you are... Its been two years, maybe even three. Why now? Actually. dont answer that. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113527160523571698?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113527160523571698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113527160523571698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113527160523571698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113527160523571698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/12/22nd-december-2005.html' title='22nd December 2005'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-113298117283229201</id><published>2005-11-27T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T12:59:32.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th November 05</title><content type='html'>From the top of my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0. 12.57pm. mum comes into the room to ask what i want for lunch. I havent even had my breakfast and she doesnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. titles are so difficult to think of now. so dates will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Accounting exams are on Tuesday, not Thursday. So it means i have to start preparation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The exams end on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll be talking to Jinny on Friday, but then again im not sure because Jinny hasnt contacted me in ages. I cannot complain because i did walk away in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be with you, but theres also a part of me that knows its not going to work. I need a companion, someone who can walk beside me, someone who will understand. I dont think you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinny - I miss you still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Was talking to Roy last night. He told me something that left me with a very heavy heart. And i trust Roy because he knows much more than i do, from a different point of view, and i respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concepts of love and friendship are not compromised. I know exactly what im doing. I also have the utmost respect for her. Is it wrong only because it seems wrong to everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tze, intentions are mostly good, as they are right now. But its true. no one is happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113298117283229201?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113298117283229201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113298117283229201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113298117283229201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113298117283229201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/11/26th-november-05.html' title='26th November 05'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-113197900069302920</id><published>2005-11-15T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:37:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong - Your pardon</title><content type='html'>Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy.&lt;br /&gt;O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-St. Francis of Assisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinfeng, i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness, i plead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113197900069302920?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113197900069302920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113197900069302920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113197900069302920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113197900069302920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/11/wrong-your-pardon.html' title='Wrong - Your pardon'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-113173123619016832</id><published>2005-11-12T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T01:47:16.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omggg</title><content type='html'>SO TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to see sasha and digweed tmr if no one comes along with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113173123619016832?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113173123619016832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113173123619016832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113173123619016832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113173123619016832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/11/omggg.html' title='omggg'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15850998.post-113077920294966540</id><published>2005-11-01T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T01:25:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BGS Major presentation, halloween</title><content type='html'>okay .. so the title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;today started at 5.30 in the morning. i've never really been a morning person... but we only started preparation for the BGS (Businesss, Government and Society) Major presentation 5 days ago. we'd made excellent progress but theres always more to be done..&lt;br /&gt;managed to wheedle my mum into driving me to school ... i brought 2 jackets and 1 chinese wedding cheongsam for props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played the demanding singaporean girlfriend. this is really the worst and best role to be playing because it always reminds me of jinny.... but its the best one because its so easy to pretend you're a brat, that you've always been given the world. anyway.. i look pleased with myself in the photo... and yes..thats he's afraid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FUCK I CANNOT UPLOAD THE PHOTO... later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres natalie.. playing the bride. she's from vietnam.. so she suited the role perfectly. i wouldnt use docile... but for lack of a better word to describe her... yongzhi's her new husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;victor saved our asses for the project. we had the content and the audience participation.. (i thought the skit was wonderful you guys.. we DID IT!!) but according to caroline.. not the content. it was wonderful effort in five days. i love you guys for that. and all the effort you put in. this is the cast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from left: Prof Caroline Yeoh, Zhiqi!!!, Natalie none other than Mrs. Martha Focker bride, the guy at the back of her would be greg... person in blue.. victor!!! he loves our cake (first thing THIS guy said when he got into our seminar room was 'you all spoil market la... ' i have to agree. we had the decorations, the fancy props.. even the dry ice!!! fucking A!!! =)) then theres Geri at the back... Geri is like the MASTER of roses and pretty things that can be made out of paper. i've never seen someone as creative as her. then theres me... swimming around in my dad's dark blue coat. yes. not black. im sorry..it was so early... i really thought it WAS black. no one bothered anyways... they actually thought it looked good on yongzhi. then theres yongzhi, Mr Gaylord-focker-groom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;jinfeng and i havent talked since..last thursday.. and we havent texted since saturday... i think he takes things for granted.. he thinks im asking for the world. i've decided that i'll let him have his time till maybe... friday or something.. if he gets back to me, and still thinks im asking for the world... then i guess we'd be better off going our separate ways. All i want, is for him to call or text if he can... at least... once a day.. is that too much to ask for.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After bgs,.. after today.. after halloween... (update on halloween soon... im too tired)&lt;br /&gt;20% of me misses jinfeng.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly its going down at the fastest rate ever. dont make me detatch myself from you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-113077920294966540?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/113077920294966540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=113077920294966540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113077920294966540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/113077920294966540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/10/bgs-major-presentation-halloween.html' title='BGS Major presentation, halloween'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112999262993758910</id><published>2005-10-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:33:34.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was mums birthday. so heres my present for her... prep for the whole birthday took exactly 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;anyway... bought flowers with dad from the florist... and heres the stuff that i was working with to make a bouquet for her...i made a mess in the kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;purple baby-breath like flowers (in the background) and white roses.. the rolls of paper you see in front were the stuff i used to wrap up the bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heres the bouquet before it was bundled up on purple waterproof paper. This has to be the most painful present i've ever given her.. for me that is.. . roses are so thorny.. they're no joke. i borrowed her kitchen scissors to snip them off. she'll prolly have a fit if she found out...but i guess its okay.. cos the stalks and vegetable stems look alike anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess i'll try telling her tomorrow. she has a knack for findingout anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heres the completed bouquet... i really hope she liked it... being mum.. she wouldnt say if she didnt.... she sorta took it apart at night and put it into vases around the house... using her own flower arrangement... humph.. i was staring at them the next day and thinkin... there went the hard work... i was hoping she'd dry the flowers or something... but white roses dont dry really nicely do they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P10100141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After.. i brought her to this Arab restaurant for dinner with my whole family, nanny... and aunt... this whole thing was actually a surprise so she didnt know what was coming next... the food was OK... like... 55/100.. im quite critical of food in general.. cos mum is a real good cook. nothing compares man. i love her tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually a pretty crappy daughter by any standard... they only thing i can cook is rice... and the last time i cooked rice.. was like, 2 years ago.. so i've pretty much forgotten the measurement of the water level already. blah&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.... and im very proud of my instant noodles. i could whip your ass at instant noodles. they're always springy..just the way i like them. and im quite proud of the way i crack the eggs and add them at the exact moment. =) hah. HAH. im not so bad afterall...~&lt;br /&gt;FINE. im also delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is 3 days late AND incomplete because blogger fucked up bigtime and i cant post any pictures. i have no idea whats wrong... but i've decided to post this first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112999262993758910?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112999262993758910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112999262993758910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112999262993758910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112999262993758910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-was-mums-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112962820791479793</id><published>2005-10-19T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:36:47.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18th October 05 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Accounting test. this is one test where i can safely claim i've failed with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results arent back yet.... but lets say that i'll be lucky to get a single digit of a negative value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleak forcast for Saturday and Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am - 11am: Business Law&lt;br /&gt;11am - 3pm : cousin's christening&lt;br /&gt;3pm - 7pm: Analytical Skills Project&lt;br /&gt;7pm - night: Anna's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you notice.. everything is back to back. leaves absolutely no time for getting from one place to another. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am - 8am: Mass on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;9am - 10am: Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;10am - 2pm: Management Accountancy Project at Za's place&lt;br /&gt;2pm - 5pm: Analytical Skills Project&lt;br /&gt;5pm - 9pm: i get to see jinny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see. jinny books out on friday. i clearly have no time for him because i have a BGS project meeting for the whole of Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im resorting to very desperate means of remembering him now. Like kingdom of loathing during lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/jifeng%20the%20cocabo%20intro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My current familiar or pet that i take along with me in combat would always be named jinfeng. this new one is a cocoabo. An adorable pet with chicken-like features and chocolate wings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/jinfeng%20the%20cocabo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinfeng even gets confused!!! its so like him... sweet....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/jinfeng%20the%20cocabo%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;he even gets meat for me!! just like the good pet he's suppoued to be...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/jinfeng%20the%20cocabo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jinny also bashes up my enemies for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/jinfeng%20th%20cocabo%2041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and he is SO affectionate. something in me wants to dehumanize jinfeng already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112962820791479793?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112962820791479793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112962820791479793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112962820791479793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112962820791479793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/10/18th-october-05-management-accounting.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112938254743756063</id><published>2005-10-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:22:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK the midterms</title><content type='html'>so much for the term break.&lt;br /&gt;2 upcoming tests,&lt;br /&gt;3 projects,&lt;br /&gt;1 assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some people still find the time for a frigging holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the guys i know so well are either havin the time of their lives on weed and booze in malaysia, or in the army, all the girls are MIA. I bet you're cooped up at home studying...but telling everyone you arent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with Nyan the other day though... Nyan.. thank you for listening to me whine. i love talking to you because i cant stop laughing when i do... even if the matter is a pretty damn serious one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nanny flew over to aussie on sunday... i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a pissy mood because i cannot comprehend my AS assignment that is due on monday at 5.. is it 5? or earlier. someone tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in desperate need of sleep. I have lost orientation of all days, dates and times. I borrowed a Business Governemnt and Society (BGS) (one of the modules at SMU) from the library yesterday, and had to return it by 9.30am today. SO i woke up at 8am after sleeping at 2am. &lt;br /&gt;Im through.. done with BGS because its killing me... those damn orange and white pages, in their weak attempt to make their book coloured and more interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life the past week has been, in general, a drag. im waiting for it to pass so that normal life would resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi kelvin..i checked out your blog. thanks for updating after 3 friggin months. I like your camera.... but what i really wanna say is thanks for trying to help with my assignment. oh yes. tze.. thank you too...&lt;br /&gt;tze..did you check your tagboard?&lt;br /&gt;you'll love it .. skank. hahahhahhhahahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipod nanos arent in yet..... i actually feel bad for you jianfeng...&lt;br /&gt;waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres this website that charlene passed to me. read.. you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/cat_steve_dont_eat_it.php"&gt;http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/cat_steve_dont_eat_it.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112938254743756063?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112938254743756063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112938254743756063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112938254743756063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112938254743756063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/10/fuck-midterms.html' title='FUCK the midterms'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-15850998.post-112908512507978995</id><published>2005-10-13T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:45:25.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates for the poor people in toronto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monstercue.. the one we always go to.. has closed down. Uncle has shifted to the other one within the same building. I know its terrible, the places we get so familar with seem to go all the time.. First warriors, now monster.&lt;br /&gt;But its good to forget i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its isaacs birthday today. and im going for a dinner with only him and his family... its a lil awkward... and jinny isnt too happy about it. he thinks its a big ploy against him, but at least he understands. i havent even gotten isaac a present.. i have no idea what to get. finding presents for guys... always difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the term break now, this means that we dont have school for a week. but there are exams after.. which really make no difference to my studying schedule. Shaun, between complaining about the ipod nano, constantly tells me to slack off. ahhaa... go away shaun. the projects are piling up... and im getting edgy.. mostly because we arent really doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppoused to meet up with 'Shen' group the other day.. (my business camp group)... but i was tired.. and went to meet jinny instead. i wont see him for 4 days, maybe even 5. As bad as it sounds, i think thats good to a certain extent...i havent had much time to myself these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Charlene online a lil later.. and we had an interesting conversation about Tze's penis. It wasnt my fault.. she wanted to talk about it.... about how the arse was inferior in comparison to Mr. AAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/charlene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tze messaged a coupla days ago... he wants to come back in november...but we'll all be having exams. we're free in december though... Tze... come back in december. my parents miss you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also...if you do manage to get back in december.. does it mean you wouldnt be back next year? if yes... then stay in brissy for awhile more. we have summer break in april or something. 3 fuckin months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Event at Saffron Bistro went well.... reasonably good turn up rate.. though most of those who turned up were my friends... i wasnt too happy about that.. but im glad its over and done with. apparently.. we're the only group who managed to complete the event. Jinny turned up with two of his friends, Jonathan and Nigel. Everyone thinks that Jonathan's my boyfriend. heh. Gosh. i shall show you a picture of him soon. They think Jinny looks too innocent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. gonna hit the books. sorry this is such a disorganized entry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112908512507978995?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112908512507978995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112908512507978995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112908512507978995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112908512507978995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/10/updates-for-poor-people-in-toronto.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112868383877135485</id><published>2005-10-07T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T19:17:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for a dreamless sleep.</title><content type='html'>I woke at 5:55 and lay curled up under the covers&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how long I stayed in that state,&lt;br /&gt;Half asleep, half awake.&lt;br /&gt;But I must have fallen asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever do remember my dreams, but I remember this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in a place where there is only black, white and grey.&lt;br /&gt;The room im in is small, it cant fit more than thirty.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting on a couch, that used to be ochre.&lt;br /&gt;I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;This is hell, as I dream it.&lt;br /&gt;I am consciously asleep, and I know this because I’ve tried waking up twice before this but I haven’t been able to move. I hold a bible on my hand, in my dreams, and a pile of coins in the other.&lt;br /&gt;The room is filled with women.&lt;br /&gt;I watch them carefully, they’re milling about and glancing at me. Some of the young ones are dressed in black leather, others are elegant in long vintage dresses and don heavy jewellery. They are exquisitely beautiful, each in their own sense, but they have the coldest eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be sure but something tells me they are just workers for someone of a higher order.&lt;br /&gt;I’m aware that at any minute, they would take me away to a new room, because I do not belong there with them – my presence is only transitory.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember how I am dressed, but I’m sure our differences are obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Im not afraid but I know I will soon be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clutch the bible and walk through a door, thinking that it’s the exit, hoping to get away from this place by some other way since I cannot wake up.&lt;br /&gt;My heart begins to pound, and I trip.&lt;br /&gt;I fall to the floor on my knees and manage to break the fall with the palm of my right hand, which is balled into a fist because of the coins I’m holidng.&lt;br /&gt;A voice tells me to let go of the coins, because, they are of no consequence.&lt;br /&gt;They will not help me to get out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;I throw them on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I am engulfed in thick dark smoke and I cannot remember what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself back on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;The women are flustered. Three of them huddle about 6 paces away from me, having a tense discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray.&lt;br /&gt;And something inside tells me to smile again.&lt;br /&gt;To laugh and to love.&lt;br /&gt;I walk up to an old, elegant woman.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is white. Her skin is wrinkled.&lt;br /&gt;She was probably beautiful once.&lt;br /&gt;Her dark eyes are blank and black as death, as I imagine it to be.&lt;br /&gt;She wears a Victorian dress which passes for a gown in this age, and a pearl choker&lt;br /&gt;wrapped around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cup her face gently with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I stare into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I think a happy thought (that dear reader I cannot disclose)&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;For a second, I see a glimmer of something I cannot place in the lady’s eyes. I can only inadequately term it a mixture of hope and confusion though I don’t see how that’s possible.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wake up in my room.&lt;br /&gt;It is already dark.&lt;br /&gt;The clock reads 6.00.&lt;br /&gt;Im wrapped in thick blankets and its warmer then I felt in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is throbbing.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet madness&lt;br /&gt;My right hand is balled into a fist, nails digging into the flesh of my palms and I clasp a rosary inside it.&lt;br /&gt;The force leaves the imprint of the cross on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;Your take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112868383877135485?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112868383877135485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112868383877135485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112868383877135485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112868383877135485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/10/pray-for-dreamless-sleep.html' title='Pray for a dreamless sleep.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112853213144523457</id><published>2005-10-05T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T02:00:35.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The silly things i have been up to</title><content type='html'>1. Kingdom of Loathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i recommed this wonderful game, at &lt;a href="http://www.kingdomofloathing.com"&gt;www.kingdomofloathing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its addictive in the weirdest way, and you can keep cute lil pets! (they're termed, familiars) check out MY familiar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/Jinfeng%20the%20mosquito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;dude, this is the coolest game at this point of time... i just wish they had more turns a day.. for those that dont really know what im on about... Kingdom of Loathing is an RPG. (Role Playing Game) you adventure round this lovely lil land and try to gain levels and wealth. wealth is measured in terms of meat... which you receive when you trade or when you make a kill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are lotsa cool items in the game such as moxie WEED. (Tze likes... fucking weed fanatic) and mad train wine. you CAN get drunk in the game.. and its pretty damn cool. you can mix your own drinks... .(i can wait to get the ingredients for the bloody mary).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've also heard of Meeleegra... something like viagra.. except that it helps with your combat. lol. all these cool items come along with hand drawn pictures, and the wackiest commentries. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so PLAY PLAY PLAY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides Tze, Zhiqi is playing and so is Mandy. Mandy is the biggest slacker on the face of the earth. and i have evidence for that. he bumps off anyone whose willing to do work for him, and i have proof of it. Read conversation below. (******** likes to do all the work, mandy likes it. *sniggers*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mandy - thpathzz&lt;br /&gt;I - for luck, for love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/mandy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but Mandy is really a wonderful person... selling me pizzas and kebabs in the kingdom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Not Pron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://deathball.net/notpron/"&gt;http://deathball.net/notpron/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is suppousedly the hardest riddle online. tze and i have been working on it..&lt;br /&gt;I've spent 2 hours staring hard into the screen hoping an answer would miraculously appear. I am frustrated because i am stuck at level 8, out of the 138 levels Mr Pron has come up with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Organizing a school event at Saffron Bistro.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is like a pet project... Dinner at an Indian restaurant, with a short commentary on the various kinds of Indian food served and a brief history about Indian food. Saffron Bistro is at circular road, just the lane at the back of boat quay, 2 minutes away from Raffles Place MRT.&lt;br /&gt;9 course menu, inclusive of appetizers, and desert. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;usual price, $30, now $20. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the event is on this coming Saturday, 6pm. text me soon if you want a place =) DO come down, i would appreciate your support. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Creative Thinking project on sex, and weird sex habits of animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heres a lil preview: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bedbugs:&lt;br /&gt;Female bedbugs have no vagina, so in order to mate, the male bedbug has to drill a hole into her using his sharp-tipped penis. (heh. you like?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Octopus:&lt;br /&gt;The female octopus has her vagina in her nose. (Fucking misplaced i tell you). if a male octopus tries to mate with her against her will, she simply bites off his penis and makes off with it.&lt;br /&gt;but its not that bad really, cos the male octopus has 8 penises to spare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah. stuff like that. Im also going to borrow a WHIP from a friend who does not want to be named. ITS OKAY TO ADMIT THAT YOU ARE INTO S&amp;M. MY FRIEND IS BRINGING HANDCUFFS. (oh...ZA has kindly volunteered to bring handcuffs. ZA also recommends the 'rabbit' brand vibrators.) Heres a photo of za...Say hello.. i bet she likes you already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this girl. she is So enthusiastic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/Camera1%200423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112853213144523457?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112853213144523457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112853213144523457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112853213144523457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112853213144523457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/10/silly-things-i-have-been-up-to.html' title='The silly things i have been up to'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112796844700849319</id><published>2005-10-02T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:01:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havent been updating in awhile..cos blogger screwed up and for some reason, coudlnt upload my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd September:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyan's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;was held at the top of cuppage... =) quite a nice place, save for the fact that you cant play loud music there, and there werent enough people to fill up the large space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... his celebration comprised of booze, cigarettes and more booze. we ended up huddling up at various corners with our cliques and talking about SMU and photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres nyan with his cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P10101473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heres what his cake reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P10101482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyan, I, Greg, Anna and Wiliam.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.. Wiliam, i CAN speak chinese. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other people at Nyans party, from SMU, Business camp group.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From left, Linrongs boyfriend, linron, michelle, nyan, i, nick, kelvin and jian hong. =) i sill miss biz camp a whole lot.. and though the lot that made up the circle of trust is drifting apart, i still treasure those that i still keep in contact with most often... Nyan, Eileen, Jian Hong. I wont forget the times we sat round tables at random coffeeshops near boat quay with our beers and silly games, and most of all, i remember when we all stayed up to talk at backpackers about love and life till 3am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quoting Nyan 'whoa..this is the first time my whole life story's out in front of so many people i dont know ... wtf..' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss you guys.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, today's the first of October... I've heard Greenday's 'Wake me up when September Ends' at least thrice on the radio last night. Im getting sick of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For people who need an update on my life because i havent spoken to you in a while... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Same old, i still have texts to read.. all of which i cant really be bothered with. I've been embarking on random projects to please myself, the latest of which involves giving a facelift for all my notebooks. Cutting random pictures of the colour, blue and covering the notebook covers (back and front) with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've also been playing this game, goes by the name of Kingdom of Loathing. Cracks me up. &lt;a href="http://www.kingdomofloathing.com"&gt;www.kingdomofloathing.com&lt;/a&gt; . YES.. please go check it out. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been making random earrings and bracelets to give away, made this particularly pretty pair whilst i was having an argument with Jinfeng last night. You know how i really hate to go on about this but i really dont think we're going to work out. He cares too much about Final Fantasy and everything else but me. Im sorry Tze, i know we've been through this just over a thousand times.... Im getting a tad sick of it too and im not a patient person. Maybe its me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday (30th Sept) was the second last creative thinking lesson we had. Prof Kirpal Singh had us sit around with closed eyes in a dimly lit room to make a journey with our minds. I didnt think it was so much a journey than a reflection of our lives and relationships with our family. When he got to the part where we were suppoused to take our minds to a special place on any part of the world where we could just be ourselves, i couldnt think of anything but the tables or the bench. (The bench was demolished just a lil over two weeks ago... I never even got to show it to Jinny) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choke on Iced Peach Tea at the table 91, alone... and think about how things were just about 2 and a half months ago. It all seems very far away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I refuse to cry in a public place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112796844700849319?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112796844700849319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112796844700849319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112796844700849319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112796844700849319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-havent-been-updating-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112732184758984819</id><published>2005-09-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:52:37.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Highlights of the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th September: Fucking Analytical Skills ... the Teaching Assistant (this is the creature that comes up with questions for our homework... she marks them as well) came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the subject of death, the Roman poet lucretius writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death is nothing to us and no concern of ours, since our tenure of mind is mortal...if the future holds travail and anguish in store, the self must be in existence, when that time comes, in order to experience it. But from this fate we are redeemed by death, which denies existence to the self that might have fear in death. One who no longer is cannot suffer, or differ in any way from one who has never been born, when once this mortal life has been usurped by death the immortal. (De rerum natura, Bk III)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucretius' argument, then, is that death does not harm the person who dies. for harm could occur only if one's future non-existence were a bad thing, but one's future non-existence is no more harmful than one's non-existence prior to being born. since a person is not harmed by lacking existence prior to being born, it follows that a person cannot be harmed by lacking existence after dying. So, there is no need to fear death's sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respond to Lucretius' argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD. do you like it? i worked on this till 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th: Management Accountancy test... this has to be the first 10 MCQ test that i've ever studied so hard for. 1 mark awarded for each correctly answered question, a quarter mark deducted from every wrong one. i have this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells me that i'll get something close to a -2.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st: No school, but went anyway to hand in AS homework. met Nyan shortly after and went to catch a movie. 'The Longest Yard', is the best show i've caught this year. today was the second time i watched it. No regrets whatsoever... i like talking to Nyan, he makes me feel that school is fun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30: Toastmasters session. Guest speakers doing speeches on humor and evaluation. i think i might have a fleeting infatuation with a particular Daniel Ong. i have this lil thing for people who make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this AWESOME door sign from Cman.. (yEs..!~ she mailed it to me from HK somewhere around my bday) i LOVE it.. and i finally got down to putting it up. Jinfeng is threatened and he doenst dare to step into my room. but i really couldnt care less. I hang it where a cute and sweet picture of Tweety used to hang. heh. Amanda's growing up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010121.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Heartlanders'. Lent this to Mandy today. Local writer, 2 grammatical errors in a relatively small book. im not happy about that cos its quite jarring.... but no one is perfect. i still dont see how the story fit in with the summary. i have to give credit for a beautiful ending though. Sad endings work for me. READ if you havent already done so. you can get it from me after Mandy's done. (and no tze, it isnt Mandy Moore. His real name is Manuel *smirks*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/400/tze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Tze,... im sure you LOVE this.. this is for your horrible blog entry about me. Now pray that charlene doesnt come here. and pray hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;though it isnt really going to work unless you apologize. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112732184758984819?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112732184758984819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112732184758984819' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112732184758984819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112732184758984819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/09/highlights-of-past-few-days-19th.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112680656445980566</id><published>2005-09-16T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T01:49:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of plays, movies and fairytales</title><content type='html'>Last night was the second time i caught the phantom of the opera on video. This time in the comfort of my room. It never really occurred to me how many graphic sexual references there are in the context of the song 'Music of the Night', I usually think of it just as a nice tune. Christine actually looked orgasmic, like the lyrics were literal. I hated watching it in front of dad. The scene where the phantom played Don Juan was just as bad, it was almost pornographic. Parents have that effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres one word to describe the play, it would most definitely be 'haunted'.  But i loved it, and im spending a good portion of each day working on songs from the play on keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music of the Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darkness wakes and stirs imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silently the senses abandon their defences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;helpless to resist the notes I write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for I compose the music of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling is believeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;music is decieving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hard as lightning, soft as candlelight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dare you trust the music of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the truth isn't what you want to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the dark it is easy to pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that the truth is what it ought to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Softly, deftly,music shall carress you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hear it, feel it, secretly posess you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open up your mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let your fantasies unwind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in this darkness which you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you cannot fight -the darkness of the music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;close your eyes, start a journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through a strange, new world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave all thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the world you knew before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;close your eyes, let the music set you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only then can you belong to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touch me, trust me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;savour each sensation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the dream begin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let your darker side give in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the power of the music that I write -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the power of the music of the night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You alone can make my song take flight -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me make the music of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh yeah. grasp it baby, feel it...  ah. yes. ahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*gaffaws*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I caught the brothers grimm coupla hours ago, had to. I loved the brothers grimm as a kid. It wasnt as disappointing as Charlie and Choc Factory at least...but im disappointed at how movies tend to shove reality into the storylines such that the once 'idolized' are usually made out to be so ordinary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It also came to mind (while i was watching a scene on the composition of the fairytales by one of the brothers) how awful these tales would be if they were played out in reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hansel and Gretel: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These kids couldnt be more than 12. tops 15. But they shoved a witch in the oven. if we take that back to this time and age, they'd just be two juveniles who murdered a woman (unless you believe in witches, but that doesnt change the fact that they're guilty as hell of murder). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cinderella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Child abuse in modern times. Not adequately addressed. Without her fairy godmother and magic, cinderella darling might as well have been dead before 20. Read: 'A Child Called IT - Dave Peltzer', or 'A Chinese Cinderella - Adeline Yen Mah'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Snow white:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a different ball game altogether. No more about the children, its just your preference. Snow White: "I know its been years, since i've had a bath or brushed my teeth. But kiss me! YES! kiss me! i'll just throw up bits of an apple i had 2 decades ago and i hope you'd have fallen in love with me after that whole episode, cos im marrying you, and we're living happily ever after!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahhahhHAHAHAHAHAHHAA. i mean, to bring yourself to kiss a corpse, either you have SERIOUS issues, or you're REALLY in love with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and another thing....its disturbing how the author usually assumes that the princess would gladly agree to marry her hero after she's been rescued from some far-flung dragon or spell. Is it even about love or is it just a pre-requisite to 'happily ever after'? Which in turn leads you to question the hero's motive for embarking on the rescue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HEROS..... if you need a bride, go to &lt;a href="http://www.amihot.com"&gt;www.amihot.com&lt;/a&gt; HINT: you USUALLY start off as friends. then lovers, then you might go into marriage if the whole thing works out. or they're always these 1900 hotlines on random newspapers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This could go on but im really very tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112680656445980566?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112680656445980566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112680656445980566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112680656445980566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112680656445980566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-plays-movies-and-fairytales.html' title='Of plays, movies and fairytales'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112651077534777319</id><published>2005-09-12T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:39:35.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue entry..</title><content type='html'>Photos from the first day of school, which are long overdue, considering the fact that school has started no less than 4 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/Camera1%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Convocation. 20th August 2005. Black skirts, white collared tops. Extremely formal, extremely boring. but we take it in our own way. As usual, my parents came along. They love being involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/Camera1%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Organizer, flipped to the first page. Term 1, week1. 22nd August 2005. Im in the school canteen, which is a kopitiam outlet btw.. at 7.30 in the morning. Fuckin A. Mylessons begin at 8.30, i have a 4 day school week. Handphone, my only mode of communication and m&amp;m bottle for storage purposes. the bottles, they come in black (the starwars version), blue, purple and red. i intend to get the whole collection of colours... each bottle stores seven each. happy happy me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Following: Pretty pictures of my school. so that you sad people at ipswitch would begin to realize that you're at the wrong part of the world, and you're doing nothing productive with your lives, and that you should curl up and die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wireless internet throughout: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/Camera1%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walkway to the canteen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/Camera1%200371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;View from one of the group study rooms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/Camera1%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classroom for Management Accountancy. This is where i spend 3 hours and 15 minutes every tuesday, with a measly 10 minute break in between, learning about something that bores me to tears. Apart from trying not to fall asleep on my keyboard, i try very hard to look attentive and alert. Hopefully with your cheat notes tze, i'll get better at this. (once i get down to reading them) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/Camera1%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School hallways... leading to group study rooms, seminar rooms, and classrooms. This is the one at the top floor. I like. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/Camera1%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The library. 4 levels... i havent been spending much time here, thank you Jinny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/Camera1%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember smokers confederation at city hall? its cool at night but terribly hot in the day. Presenting ... smokers confederation at SMU. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There. Now i've to read a chapter in prep for Analytical Skills lesson at 5.15. Wish me luck because i'll need it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112651077534777319?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112651077534777319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112651077534777319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112651077534777319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112651077534777319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/09/overdue-entry.html' title='Overdue entry..'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112572364422693793</id><published>2005-09-03T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T13:00:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glowsticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heres the sweetest present i got for my birthday. hands down. Isaac came over at 12 and gave me a call, telling me to look out of the window. Pretty glowing things have never failed to fascinate me. Pretty glowing things that spell my name and bring a greeting, well thats out-fucking-standing. i like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 minutes later finds me downstairs with raphael and him. we mess around with glowsticks for awhile, making bracelets and chains, like we were kids again. Theres something magical about them. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i get home, hang chains about in my room, next to mirrors, at windows, at doors. i unwrapped a present isaac gave to me, 'The Black Tarot', some more illustrations by Luis Royo... that i never get sick of. i sleep with the lights off that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112572364422693793?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112572364422693793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112572364422693793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112572364422693793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112572364422693793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/09/glowsticks.html' title='Glowsticks'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112556513125890291</id><published>2005-09-01T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T12:38:50.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats .. from left.. dad, mum, Me and brother dearest. i just got shoved into the pool by beloved ROY. (YOU FAG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P10100191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunt Agnes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P1010027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends: from right, Joan, Shuo, Eudora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P10100321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brother, Bryan. cousin, Livlet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P10100331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Self-Explanatory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/P10100451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/P1010045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My son and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i apologize for the really late entry, and the very limited photos, the camera wasnt in my hand the whole while. there ARE other photos, and they're on the way... but things get done quite slowly in my family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tze: my dad made some joke outta ur name the other day... since you're always late. your name is now chi2(tze) dao4 le4. it IS pretty damn lame, you've got to admit.. and jinfeng was trying to stifle a snigger at the back seat of the car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yesterday, you darling best friend made me cab it all the way down to his house after i waited over an hour at orchard for him.. all because he wanted to watch lana lang at smallville. afterwhich, we went down to zouk, which has become pretty damn boring for us. clubbing spoils things, and on top of that, i compare every other drink to either ur vodka sunrises or lychee martinis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112556513125890291?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112556513125890291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112556513125890291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112556513125890291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112556513125890291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15850998.post-112512499537258226</id><published>2005-08-28T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T14:48:36.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/1600/SMUX%20camp%20209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3616/1482/320/SMUX%20camp%20209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, a star is born.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got down to creating a blog for pictures and more pictures. The old one was a tad too personal. anyway...here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tze: i will upload many pretty pictures of my school for you....so that you can compare them to those in brissy. Please, make me happy and tell me that your miserable there without ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: i will upload pictures of myself and daniel so that you'll come by religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a picture of me at SMUX (SMU Xtremists) camp, after one day of sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15850998-112512499537258226?l=acathia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/feeds/112512499537258226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15850998&amp;postID=112512499537258226' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112512499537258226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15850998/posts/default/112512499537258226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acathia.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-world-star-is-born.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07566864827468274292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
