<?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-16120830</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:57:32.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beaded affair</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16120830.post-5414396606126104867</id><published>2007-07-31T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T02:55:30.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and i havent been updating here because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://warwornlipstick.livejournal.com/"&gt;warwornlipstick.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-5414396606126104867?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5414396606126104867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=5414396606126104867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/5414396606126104867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/5414396606126104867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-8122275908483147966</id><published>2007-06-23T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:30:58.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;helloo. everyones invited to chase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chase07.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.chase07.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the video section, the first father and daughter pair&lt;br /&gt;in the very last video. my dad and sis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-8122275908483147966?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8122275908483147966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=8122275908483147966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/8122275908483147966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/8122275908483147966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/06/helloo.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-2961484384393958278</id><published>2007-06-11T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:18:53.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/Rmw0RcR0xJI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fv-ocQmKXSY/s1600-h/P1020494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/Rmw0RcR0xJI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fv-ocQmKXSY/s320/P1020494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074488354393080978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was today.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im off to msia for church camp. ill only be back next monday friends.&lt;br /&gt;we'll catch up then. i promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-2961484384393958278?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2961484384393958278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=2961484384393958278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/2961484384393958278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/2961484384393958278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/06/part-one.html' title='part one'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/Rmw0RcR0xJI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fv-ocQmKXSY/s72-c/P1020494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16120830.post-4477071545254184505</id><published>2007-04-26T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:08:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had a thousand things to say but some ass just took all that energy and mood away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been so busy that its really ridiculous. this is my holidays, its THE holidays.&lt;br /&gt;probably the longest one ill ever have but yet i feel like im wasting it away. its ironic how&lt;br /&gt;im so busy but yet cant help feeling this way. being busy supposedly indicates that im&lt;br /&gt;leading some sort of fulfilling life but yet i find most of it taken up but work&lt;br /&gt;work and more meaningless work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need all that money but yet i cant do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in a week, i work, go for cell, prayer meeting, youth service, sunday service and help tuition this little girl from church.. twice a week. then theres also trying to squeeze in driving with whatever time i have left. to think im planning to attend some more lessons for other skills&lt;br /&gt;i plan to pick up. its no wonder why i feel like i havent seen any friend for a dozen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i need to learn how to draw strength from God. i cant go on like this for long.&lt;br /&gt;anyw, ive decided to quit just before church camp, which will last for abt&lt;br /&gt;a week, including a mini family trip to KL and JB. it'll be driving for the rest of june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, when july comes, ill be in bangkok with the losers! hopefully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE AND JULY, I DEMAND YOU TO COME NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like sam says, its just disgusting that our holidays are ending.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up saying that time flies, it definitely goes faster than just flying.&lt;br /&gt;im pretty sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-4477071545254184505?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4477071545254184505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=4477071545254184505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/4477071545254184505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/4477071545254184505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-had-thousand-things-to-say-but-some.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-2391673848816916526</id><published>2007-04-07T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T02:40:14.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373096848270034"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaHktTUotI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3oftHtS9SpA/s400/collage8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated at a chalet at changi sailing club with cupcakes, bbq, cards, taboo and a whole lot of sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373139797943010"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaHnNTUouI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gXYCFt4SqG0/s288/P1020017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373169862714098"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaHo9TUovI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ciQKkNGDBT0/s288/P1020026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373191337550594"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaHqNTUowI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pmXaT4U30VE/s288/P1020027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373212812387090"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaHrdTUoxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jcPO4O5WG_I/s288/P1020031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this totally killed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373294416765762"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaHwNTUo0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/nihHFriii94/s288/P1020055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373242877158178"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaHtNTUoyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AaSRRZ4DAhI/s288/P1020038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373268646961970"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaHutTUozI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aqfFAb-Kbcw/s288/P1020041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the video/slideshow we (juli) prepared for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin being very amused and entertained by the re-lighting candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and us having a ball of a time with the sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373337366438738"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaHytTUo1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fyo-BsZkwWE/s288/P1020048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373449035588498"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaH5NTUo5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ca4pgg0u8BY/s288/P1020087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373363136242530"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaH0NTUo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FukHkft1wCM/s288/P1020060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373401790948210"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaH2dTUo3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/xtpbZHIGO5g/s288/P1020073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373418970817410"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaH3dTUo4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/XkTsL762dlk/s288/P1020080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zech was the earliest to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373461920490402"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaH59TUo6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/_joqsoCMEIY/s288/P1020092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373483395326898"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaH7NTUo7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/CNfWE1jxK9Y/s288/P1020094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373560704738258"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaH_tTUo9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/04dq2-vj6sw/s288/P1010984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and i leave you with gregs wallet. thats justins pict by the way...  hahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pam.ashton/Chalet/photo?authkey=ywIM8ObrlHc#5050373500575196098"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/pam.ashton/RhaH8NTUo8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zbhUFiIu_iY/s288/P1010971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-2391673848816916526?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/2391673848816916526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=2391673848816916526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/2391673848816916526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/2391673848816916526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-babies.html' title='april babies'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-3387932107005423235</id><published>2007-03-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:53:12.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have a whole stash of pictures waiting to be uploaded. all the way from before prom to alices farewell to malvins comm parade. but i have no time and no patience, its really a HUGE lot of them. work is zapping up my energy time and strength. it feels like my break is turning into a meaningless one. so much for all the plans i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i realised the above sounds equally boring and sleepy. and i just had this random reminder about pple commenting to me that they feel sleepy talking to me. funny, i never had this problem when i was younger. haha i can imagine it must be quite a challenge talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the only thing to look forward to this week would be malvins comms ball. he kept insisting on buying a dress for the event but i kept refusing. yes yes i know, how strange. i can almost hear all the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pam would never do that&lt;/span&gt;" alr. haha. im borrowing karens prom dress instead. the initial plan was to sew my own dress. i even bought the cloth. but if you dont already know,  i am the queen of procrastination. okay so laugh at me all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, this time im really excited not just because its one of those i-get-to-dress-up events. rather, this excitement stems from genuinely being happy for him that he has finally commissioned. after all the trainings and that whole chicken-pox case. it also means a great deal to us cause it kinda marks the end of a difficult period in our relationship with him not being there most of the time. finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-3387932107005423235?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3387932107005423235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=3387932107005423235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/3387932107005423235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/3387932107005423235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-whole-stash-of-pictures-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-9213243889938501186</id><published>2007-03-07T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:36:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;having tolerance for one year &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;doesnt mean i can last another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the last thing i need is a call &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;full of insensitivity, laced with insults.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-9213243889938501186?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/9213243889938501186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=9213243889938501186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/9213243889938501186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/9213243889938501186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/03/having-tolerance-for-one-year-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-6730586592150401716</id><published>2007-02-28T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:01:13.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so im in the office snacking on a big packet of lays and blog-spying&lt;br /&gt;and trying to fix up my new layout. totally embracing 'the year of the pig'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway html and css are driving me mad!&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt help that im very fussy about the nitty gritty.&lt;br /&gt;ive finally decided to go to the library to borrow help-books to ease my sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i should just settle for a simpler layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill marry a guy with superb photography skills, who is a photoshop guru&lt;br /&gt;and whose mother tongue is html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damned, why cant i be good at doing at least something constructive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-6730586592150401716?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6730586592150401716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=6730586592150401716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/6730586592150401716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/6730586592150401716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-so-im-in-office-snacking-on-big.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-8842515146545860392</id><published>2007-02-23T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:18:54.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant believe this</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i missed both the f21 and UO spree. AND I WAS JUST ABOUT TO ORDER ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;but both closed before i even had a chance to do so. shiat. they hit the cap amount in&lt;br /&gt;like less than 24 hrs. too slow pam.. too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted this from UO so so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/Rd6NhU8NfuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PSfbd6Bkcdc/s1600-h/uo+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/Rd6NhU8NfuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PSfbd6Bkcdc/s320/uo+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034617037143244514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/Rd6Nx08NfvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QX_KD5j6JM8/s1600-h/uo+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/Rd6Nx08NfvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QX_KD5j6JM8/s320/uo+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034617320611086066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just saw this in f21 yesterday for 28SGD but going at only 10.80USD online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/Rd6OE08NfwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sahwA1CuQog/s1600-h/f21+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/Rd6OE08NfwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sahwA1CuQog/s320/f21+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034617647028600578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello friends, lets organise our own spree.. come on all you fellow f21 fanatics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.forever21.com/"&gt;F21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; now now now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me know asap if u want anything as well okay. you know how f21 works right,&lt;br /&gt;the stuff will all be gone if we are even a second too slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-8842515146545860392?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/8842515146545860392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=8842515146545860392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/8842515146545860392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/8842515146545860392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-believe-this.html' title='i cant believe this'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/Rd6NhU8NfuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PSfbd6Bkcdc/s72-c/uo+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16120830.post-3188063577586880115</id><published>2007-02-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:17:57.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh gawd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2006 GCE 'O' Level Examination results to be released on Feb 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="update"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;By Wong Siew Ying, Channel NewsAsia | Posted: 05 February 2007 1553 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means that A level results will probably be released a week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-3188063577586880115?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/3188063577586880115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=3188063577586880115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/3188063577586880115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/3188063577586880115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/02/ohh-gawd.html' title='ohh gawd'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-5823636517077452948</id><published>2007-01-28T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:14:15.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;its funny how i feel so vindicated that i dont even see a need to explain myself. you were supposed to know me the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-5823636517077452948?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/5823636517077452948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=5823636517077452948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/5823636517077452948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/5823636517077452948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-funny-how-i-feel-so-vindicated-that.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-4544024533322396474</id><published>2007-01-26T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T15:40:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im human after all</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you look at me with those kinda judgemental eyes, like youve never made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and are without any sin yourselves? you barely even know me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get yourselves mirrors..&lt;br /&gt;no, not one. SOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-4544024533322396474?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/4544024533322396474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=4544024533322396474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/4544024533322396474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/4544024533322396474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-human-after-all.html' title='im human after all'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-6858986068412100700</id><published>2007-01-20T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:18:54.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i could look at this all day long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now everybody say aahhhh.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/RbI6BeX5-sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/71-8e20BPQ8/s1600-h/GQ04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022140331479136962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/RbI6BeX5-sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/71-8e20BPQ8/s400/GQ04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry i just couldnt resist putting this up, he looks even better dressed like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should really go work at gap, where his life sized poster is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-6858986068412100700?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6858986068412100700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=6858986068412100700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/6858986068412100700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/6858986068412100700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/01/haha.html' title='i could look at this all day long.'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mhy54GzWWrw/RbI6BeX5-sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/71-8e20BPQ8/s72-c/GQ04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16120830.post-695193340446605305</id><published>2007-01-18T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:12:31.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the millionth time,  i laughed to myself like a nut case. everyday at work,&lt;br /&gt;i tune in to 98.7 and when its the ong and leong segment, ill be laughing to myself. can u imagine..&lt;br /&gt;a quiet office, everyone doing work on their computer and then&lt;br /&gt;pam starts laughing for no reason like an idiot. though the things they say are&lt;br /&gt;really really stupid, i just find it so so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, try listening in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-695193340446605305?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/695193340446605305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=695193340446605305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/695193340446605305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/695193340446605305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-millionth-time-i-laughed-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-6053165124899189405</id><published>2007-01-17T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:31:12.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im suppose to be the purchasing clerk but im the company's receptionist as well. i must&lt;br /&gt;have said "hi, good afternoon" and "thank you for calling" like a million times alr today.&lt;br /&gt;okay no complaints,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and i found out that my sms problem is very likely a problem with my phone and not starhub.&lt;br /&gt;but im so used to cursing them already. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so cell today and losers tmr. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-6053165124899189405?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/6053165124899189405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=6053165124899189405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/6053165124899189405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/6053165124899189405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-suppose-to-be-purchasing-clerk-but.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-1889534097132607619</id><published>2007-01-16T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:09:25.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its one of those days again, when my bosses do not have anything for me to do. so im just being paid to surf the net and blog. muhahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by a fulfilling week, i mean one where i have appointments with friends after work so i still have a life. dont get my wrong, i love my job. so last week i spent monday night sending malvin off, tuesday getting beauty sleep, wedn with cell and thurs meeting up with anand. fridays as usual, watching tv. id say its a huge improvement from the previous weeks. its really so easy to lose contact with everyone once you step into the working world but im determined not to let that happen. so this is a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend, packed as usual. went for jons birthday party at his place. ring of fire just killed me that day. i was slapped with more drinks than i wanted. come to think of it, i should have collected entertainment fees from my friends. i managed to get home somehow with the help of mr abercrombie.. haha well, an eventful party indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was spent watching night at the musuem with phoebe and greg. dont ask me why we watched that movie, ASK DANIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and so its tuesday again. its an understatement to even say that time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to place a plead in this positive entry is such a bad juxtaposition, undermining the seriousness of the issue but pls pls help pray for malvin. hes like confined to the sick bay over there for 3 weeks and this is likely to affect the possibility of him getting commissioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;omission of truth, outright fabrication or just silence. God forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-1889534097132607619?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/1889534097132607619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=1889534097132607619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/1889534097132607619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/1889534097132607619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-one-of-those-days-again-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116861312159570677</id><published>2007-01-12T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:45:21.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHILLINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh my sister is 11 already, i feel so old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, malvin whos suppose to be overseas training now is confined to the sick bay for 2 weeks cause that poor guy is down with chickenpox. yeah chickenpox without the comfort of home, how timely. and now he also has to worry abt whats gonna happen to him missing out all the impt training and stuff. poor boy and sadly i cant do anything to help other then to send him msges once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, this week has been rather fulfilling. at least its not home work home work day in and out. i should plan weeks like this more often. oh well, i wanna get back to my subway chicken teriyaki for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha estee, are you jealous already.. ive been having it almost every other day for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116861312159570677?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116861312159570677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116861312159570677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116861312159570677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116861312159570677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-phillina-gosh-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116783660945073631</id><published>2007-01-03T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:06:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning at 4.30am, i was awoken by my handphone beeping to 20 msges received. those were actually msges accumulated over a few days that failed to be delievered to me on time. and this is not the first time this is happening. it doesnt seem like its a problem related to my phone so it has got to be that irritating green and yellow star of a hub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i called to complain, the person on the other line was so impatient and rude. he even told me i had to recall where i was when i was suppose to have received those msges and then tell him before he can investigate. what nonsense, my dad doesnt pay for a plan to give me more work to do. im not being a difficult customer, i just strongly believe that isnt and shouldnt come anywhere near my list of tasks. they are the service provider and im the customer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so friends, i have a valid reason when i take like 3 days to reply your msges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116783660945073631?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116783660945073631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116783660945073631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116783660945073631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116783660945073631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2007/01/ridiculous.html' title='ridiculous'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116738371293828657</id><published>2006-12-29T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:01:32.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, its such a fantastic day today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super busy one moment and as bored as hell the next.&lt;br /&gt;gawd today is such a boring day. im like a real loner loser.&lt;br /&gt;im just curled up on the sofa with my laptop but the internet speed is so freaking slow.&lt;br /&gt;its just pissing the hell out of me and aggravating my 'bitch fit'/pms-sy mood.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have much patience to begin with so thats totally not helping the situation at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like smashing everything i see and then just balling my eyes out lying on the mess.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i could begin with the internet modem or whatever other shitty name its called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i really hate days when i feel like this. i already launched my first 'bitch fit' attack for the season. yeah malvin u better stock up on your insurance, theres definitely more than just one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i just suddenly have this crazy impulsive urge to cab down to safti now to launch more attacks on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think i need to start taking evening primrose oil on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so funny how other peoples homes or lives are destroyed by stupid floods and earthquakes while we people here can only be concerned with our internet connection speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well okay that was just a random thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY DAD REFUSES TO BUY ME BEEF NOODLES!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i also just found out that my cheque can only be processed by wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with the world?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im gonna go gorge on some smoked turkey ham now. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116738371293828657?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116738371293828657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116738371293828657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116738371293828657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116738371293828657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-its-such-fantastic-day-today.html' title='oh, its such a fantastic day today.'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116637016088539890</id><published>2006-12-17T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:44:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love december</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, so im suppose to be packing up for the church camp which begins tmr. but im obviously being distracted by many other things. december is almost coming to an end and i realised that i actually still have many things to do. and when i come back from camp on thursday, there wouldnt be much left of the week. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets see..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th to 21st - church camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20th - jia flying back from uk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20th - nicks birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23rd - malvins birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24th - christmas service at VCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25th - CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25th - chows birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26th - letitias birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29th - pam lius birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30th/31st - class bbq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. ive got a very busy 2 weeks ahead of me. and this list doesnt include the activities which are in the planning process. and so, theres also so much to do! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pack my bag for the camp, like right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-meet up with the losers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-celebrate remaining losers birthdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-book a rest. for malvins birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-buy his present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-buy a present for the gift exchange within the losers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-buy many more other presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-help my sister with her blog template (yes, she has a blog!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-probably meet up with the ventures also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes, and burn a hole in my pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-and then start looking for a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i shouldnt be complaining. this beats sleeping half the day away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116637016088539890?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116637016088539890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116637016088539890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116637016088539890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116637016088539890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-december.html' title='i love december'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116629485353296188</id><published>2006-12-17T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:19:17.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the template i found looked like this at first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/296240/screen%20shot%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 506px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/400/370525/screen%20shot%20002.jpg" width="506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i totally modified it till its like what you see now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its not as if i designed it from scratch but oh come on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i still deserve some credit right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also found the tagboard too wordy, messy and unslightly to be on the side panel so i removed it and activated the comments thing at the bottom of each post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i am such a fussy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116629485353296188?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116629485353296188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116629485353296188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/12/oooh.html' title='oooh..'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16120830.post-116620738863552670</id><published>2006-12-16T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T02:36:24.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast at tiffany's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a couple of weeks ago, pong estee nick and i went shopping at marina square. it was at molecule where i happen to see this vintage looking wall clock of audrey hepburn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319421292/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="P1010073" src="http://static.flickr.com/130/319421292_14ccc05c72_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it was quite a bad shot cause i was trying to make sure none of the staff sees me taking a picture. but still, pretty huh?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia, i dont know why but im quite sure youll love this clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is now my wallpaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323165234/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="300" alt="screen shot 001" src="http://static.flickr.com/135/323165234_245d7510ce.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i woud have really loved to use this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323123807/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Audrey_Hepburn_Suite_by_marcoSZone" src="http://static.flickr.com/138/323123807_9cadd68bba_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt find any satisfactory blogskin so im gonna make one myself. and im still considering which of these pictures to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323121852/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323122776/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="A_H__by_vi3" src="http://static.flickr.com/127/323122776_66bd840559_t.jpg" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323124260/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Rain_is_Wonderful_by_Polledouche" src="http://static.flickr.com/129/323124260_389c20c6d0_t.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323122354/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Audrey_Hepburn_by_demonika" src="http://static.flickr.com/126/323122354_4c10e24925_t.jpg" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323121852/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="audrey 002" src="http://static.flickr.com/136/323121852_591c5010cb_t.jpg" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323122139/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Audrey_by_benw99" src="http://static.flickr.com/139/323122139_1a3298c579_t.jpg" width="67" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323124031/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="by Veela-of-Erised" src="http://static.flickr.com/143/323124031_88adcef7b7_t.jpg" width="91" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323123311/"&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="Audrey_Hepburn_by_punkyfairy92" src="http://static.flickr.com/129/323123311_491f5e9b8b_t.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323123287/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="audrey_hepburn_by_ragazzabonazza" src="http://static.flickr.com/133/323123287_7f63617d70_t.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323124212/"&gt;&lt;img height="78" alt="lis" src="http://static.flickr.com/132/323124212_398313415e_t.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323124133/"&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="Glamour__by_HonestKiller" src="http://static.flickr.com/139/323124133_ba054cba9a_t.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323124172/"&gt;&lt;img height="78" alt="Holly_Wallpaper_by_Smangerbot" src="http://static.flickr.com/128/323124172_4393c909b1_t.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/323121982/"&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="Audrey_Hepburn_by_eleganze" src="http://static.flickr.com/123/323121982_b1f8e9de51_t.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, these are some photos from that same day of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319421375/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="P1010072" src="http://static.flickr.com/124/319421375_b7fb25833c_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319421422/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="P1010090" src="http://static.flickr.com/130/319421422_602dd05f79_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319421163/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="P1010075" src="http://static.flickr.com/141/319421163_0dfe020fef_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116620738863552670?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116620738863552670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116620738863552670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116620738863552670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116620738863552670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/12/breakfast-at-tiffanys.html' title='breakfast at tiffany&apos;s'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116609302583583408</id><published>2006-12-14T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T21:59:14.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my nineteenth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came to realise the usefulness of this slide thing after seeing it on phoebes and pongs blog. collaged below are the pictures of my birthday celebration this year which took place admists all the exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-b0.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970190945712&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=360287970190945712&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=0&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p1/360287970190945712/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=360287970190945712&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tt=17&amp;at=0&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p2/360287970190945712/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa these are 2 out of some short clips hafi took when they blindfolded me in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s3.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/hafisonfire/pams nineteenth/MVI_1917.flv" width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s3.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/hafisonfire/pams nineteenth/MVI_1918.flv" width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh my, ill be 20 next year..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116609302583583408?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116609302583583408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116609302583583408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116609302583583408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116609302583583408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-nineteenth.html' title='my nineteenth'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116594618075503641</id><published>2006-12-13T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T14:00:08.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malvins social night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/251154614/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the exams kept me away from uploading these pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was social night at raffles town club. malvin and weixian were 2 very busy organisers that night and there were so many things they personally had to see to. so most of the evening i was left with weixians date, valerie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats her in the middle and with wei xian on stage as best dress contestants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e16/pamelateo/social%20night/DSC04624.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="240" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e16/pamelateo/social%20night/DSC04669.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e16/pamelateo/social%20night/DSC04649.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;saw quite a few familiar faces including et and mervin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and with our respective dates. malvin and i, mervin and his date, and weixian with valerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e16/pamelateo/social%20night/DSC04679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="180" alt="DSC04679" src="http://static.flickr.com/139/320580444_d08d36f1d1_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/251161428/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="180" alt="DSC04671" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/251161428_9112539a87_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random shots. i made that pair myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/320579768/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSC04689" src="http://static.flickr.com/123/320579768_6de377a6d9_m.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/320579394/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSC04688" src="http://static.flickr.com/129/320579394_21d472783d_m.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes when pictures turn out like this, it can be a good thing also. the same ones with flash only served to high light all the imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/320581088/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSC04696" src="http://static.flickr.com/143/320581088_5c4ee33c0b.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i definitely enjoyed the food. and at least valerie and i had each other for company. but anyway, thanks mr foo, i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116594618075503641?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116594618075503641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116594618075503641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116594618075503641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116594618075503641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/12/malvins-social-night.html' title='malvins social night'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e16/pamelateo/social%20night/th_DSC04624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16120830.post-116591108966334228</id><published>2006-12-12T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:08:37.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>army boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319722031/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P1010129" src="http://static.flickr.com/127/319722031_b09b08fc65.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rizwans enlistment was today. so the 8 of us met up for dinner yesterday to kinda bid him farewell. well.. its one more friend in the green uniform. very soon, class outings will just involve the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, greg commissioned last saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. i managed to capture him during the march pass. thats him there in the middle 2. this was really funny, they had monks, pastors, priest and etc of different religion to pray for them. 3. thats greg again going back down to the parade square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319410452/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="P1010105" src="http://static.flickr.com/126/319410452_381bf2c7af_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319410543/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="P1010108" src="http://static.flickr.com/143/319410543_20b5ddf052_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319410707/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="P1010112" src="http://static.flickr.com/138/319410707_f808a909e4_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319410707/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. thats his grandma. greg was surrounded by family and friends and then came his grandma calling out for him in this high pitched voice. haha very cute 2. their variety of expressions in this photo is just hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. okay thats us. dania deb greg jon phoebe pam justin n sean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319410850/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="P1010114" src="http://static.flickr.com/132/319410850_46de4f23be_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319410929/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="P1010115" src="http://static.flickr.com/128/319410929_a833a49615_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319411102/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="P1010117" src="http://static.flickr.com/140/319411102_a5546918fa_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the moment they had all been waiting for. if you actually look closer, their caps were all being thrown into the sky and they were just huddled up together rejoicing and congratulating each other. it was nice to see many familiar faces. anyway thats 2 happy officers, joshua and greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319411001/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="P1010116" src="http://static.flickr.com/144/319411001_2eac135a27_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/319411143/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="P1010118" src="http://static.flickr.com/130/319411143_0286f26be0_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a grand affair indeed. congrats officer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116591108966334228?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116591108966334228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116591108966334228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116591108966334228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116591108966334228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/12/army-boys.html' title='army boys'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116515604767971030</id><published>2006-12-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:44:49.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trauma rama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were on the phone last night and malvin mentioned that its his mothers birthday today. i was rather surprised because although time seems to be passing by so quickly, it still didnt seem like it was a yr ago when we last celebrated her birthday. so, i double checked with him and got the same reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well naturally, when i saw his mother today, i wished her a happy birthday. the look on their faces just told me i should hv kept my mouth shut. its that kinda moment where you just wished everyone would freeze to give you time to crawl into a hole and disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out that, it was actually his grandmothers birthday. that army boy was half asleep when he was talking to me! it may seem like a small silly blunder i made, but trust me, if you were in my shoes youd want to dig a hole too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just adds on to my list of embarrassing moments. its enough for a whole issue of seventeens trauma rama - so embarrassing section. oh well, hopefully ill be able to look back one day and just have a good laugh at myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116515604767971030?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116515604767971030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116515604767971030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116515604767971030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116515604767971030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/12/trauma-rama.html' title='trauma rama'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116494583626508333</id><published>2006-12-01T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:05:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malvin is married to the jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess whos back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.. like after 3 weeks in brunei. he returns on a wedn, gets thurs as a break, has to book in on friday and books out again on sat and then book in again on sunday night. what kinda stewpid nonsense is that? its as if they derive joy doing such illogical stuff. oh i could go on and on abt army logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its barely a month since the exams ended and im alr starting to rot at home. the initial plan was to slack throughout the rest of the yr and get a job in january but seems like slacking aint that fun anymore. besides i could do better with more moolahs. im just sick of fighting with 4 other pple for the laptop. its funny cause there are 2 other computers at home but everyone just wants to use the laptop. so, im very determined to get my own laptop, even if it means working my ass off for the 1st half of next yr. that way, i wont be obliged to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i need to get a job soon. malvin's brother managed to get this one time job of bringing jap students out shopping. he was paid like $70 for abt 5 hrs. yes 5 hrs of shopping.. it isnt even considered working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so im having second thoughts abt the beaded affair. being lazy or fighting in a saturared market are just excuses. i think ive got some serious confidence issues. well, who doesnt fear failure right? i just happen to fear it a little more than others. anyw, im gonna go fiddle with the new sewing machine. hopefully ill find confidence in something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116494583626508333?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116494583626508333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116494583626508333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116494583626508333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116494583626508333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/12/malvin-is-married-to-jungle.html' title='malvin is married to the jungle'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116470537495751582</id><published>2006-11-28T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:26:14.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flushed away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;one tree hill!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;one tree hill!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;im addicted. cant believe i didnt start watching it earlier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so anyw, i brought my sister out to watch flushed away yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i was hoping that maybe she wouldnt need a ticket but she was a whole head taller than the board itself. ive probably been too busy to notice that she has grown up so quickly alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/P1000283.2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/P1000283.2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we both had fun sneaking food into the threatre, laughing our ass out at the slugs in flushed away, fooling ard at daiso/carrefour, pushing each other on the trolley and of course taking endless pictures of our day together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/P1000285.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/200/P1000285.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/P1000288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/200/P1000288.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/P1000287.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/200/P1000287.0.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/P1000317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/200/P1000317.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;somewhere along the way, we spotted this little guy dancing to the madagascar song. i should have taken a video of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/P1000318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/P1000318.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/P1000319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/P1000319.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/P1000320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/P1000320.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;after which we retired at mos burger and fought over the cup of milk tea like little kids would&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamteo/308483564/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 793px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="279" alt="collage 004.2" src="http://static.flickr.com/122/308483564_e8b9a0ae01_b.jpg" width="1024" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is probably the only time ill ever admit that shes cute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/P1000300.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="285" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/P1000300.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/P1000313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="284" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/P1000313.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116470537495751582?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116470537495751582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116470537495751582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116470537495751582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116470537495751582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/11/flushed-away.html' title='flushed away'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116447496435591242</id><published>2006-11-26T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:36:26.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gregs fashion advisor today as we shopped for an outfit for his commissioning ball. black christmas... what a theme. i kept edging him to wear brown, hahaa. but of course, greg being greg, he chose to play safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at zara most of the time, where i met pong nick and gang. pong and i were wearing shoes we bought from hk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/121187/P1000264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/885904/P1000264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/194635/P1000261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/698616/P1000261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got told off by the staff twice trying to take these pictures! i really dont see the logic behind this stewpid policy anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/589959/Image143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/703941/Image143.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/144584/Image144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/851372/Image144.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/754395/Image146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/54126/Image146.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, this dress was really not bad. well... so was the price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/674814/P1000267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/655558/P1000267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the remaining pictures of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/987607/P1000278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/517165/P1000278.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/707904/P1000271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/681394/P1000271.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/461553/P1000276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/797979/P1000276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/727754/P1000279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/554504/P1000279.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/987607/P1000278.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/987607/P1000278.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116447496435591242?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116447496435591242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116447496435591242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116447496435591242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116447496435591242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/11/shopping.html' title='shopping!'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116436862538114152</id><published>2006-11-24T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:33:07.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was shopping and eating and shoppping and eating once again except that i ate more this time. right pictures are all with the rest cause i wasnt allowed to bring the new camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this was colouring my hair with estee at ST. haha, the place may come across to u as some neighbourhood auntie salon but shes really quite good. people just keep going back to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/104120/P1000216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/452533/P1000216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/551260/P1000223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/135526/P1000223.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/744972/P1000224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/165429/P1000224.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/669306/P1000230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/430161/P1000230.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/822285/P1000233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/388864/P1000233.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/217684/P1000234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/469318/P1000234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, we celebrated claras birthday during cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/64949/P1000238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/512894/P1000238.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/1600/917351/P1000239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6689/1518/320/551878/P1000239.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116436862538114152?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116436862538114152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116436862538114152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116436862538114152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116436862538114152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/11/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-116098416804080144</id><published>2006-10-16T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:31:22.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>livejournal??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hellooo.... its been so long since i last submitted anything. there are so many pictures in my folder just waiting to be posted. i doubt ill have time to use the comp anymore. even this little time now is stolen time from the studying schedule that im so far behind. i cant emphasize how much more this sucks. its the final lap though. how i spend these remaining weeks is gonna determine alot. and its just so freaky because i definitely can afford to do badly. there isnt even room for discussion to jsut achieve average grades. adding to my load of stress is my retainee status. its amazing how im still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the contrary, im thankful for many other things that makes this journey less painful. malvin's gonna have this 5 day deepavali and hari raya break. woohoo 5 days! very rare.. very rare.. then theres the losers who are also in the midst of exams.. well somewhat.. happy 19th to krystle tan khee mui, in advance. the ventures have stopped their behind-pam's-back-for-her-own-good sunday outings. haha. well thats cause besides the upcoming exams, everybody else is busy wearing the green uniform and greg is in taiwan for army matters too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt friends who are overseas, theres also jialing and christian who called me all the way from uk and america respectively just to say happy birthday. reading jia's blog is very stress relieving, knowing all abt uk and what shes been up to. i so so wanna study overseas too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im really comtemplating switching over to livejournal. though the general layout is pretty much the same for every lj, they have so many other features that blogger doesnt provide. the lj-cut for one is so useful. and it'll also be more convenient since i already relocated the beaded affair there. speaking of which, that website is so not ready cause my pictures are so lousy. hello hello, i need a new camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well anyway, we'll see how after A's. just dont be surprised to be greeted by a lj website instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how how how.. so many things to do, so little time left, so stressful, so hazy, so warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air con in my room is spoilt. it says 18 degrees but it feels more like 180 degrees!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay... count your blessings pam.. count your blessings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-116098416804080144?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/116098416804080144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=116098416804080144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116098416804080144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/116098416804080144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/10/livejournal.html' title='livejournal??'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115891526709507926</id><published>2006-09-22T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:01:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>capital S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 4.45pm now. social night starts at 6.30pm, which means ill hafta leave my house at 5.30pm, which also means that if i dont get my butt off this sofa now, im gonna be late, knowing how long i usually take to get dressed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im such a procrastinator and nothing beats lying on the sofa on a lazy afternoon, where ill convince myself that ive suddenly developed some kinda magical power to be able to dress up in 20 mins. of course, you can imagine what happens next which explains why im always in a rush. and this happens all the time, i just never seem to learn my lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, our dear friend went shopping with his mum today and chalked up almost $300 worth of shopping expenses in barely an hour or two. not bad huh.. he has beaten his girlfriend hands down. i surrender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, whos the real shopping king now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115891526709507926?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115891526709507926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115891526709507926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115891526709507926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115891526709507926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/09/capital-s.html' title='capital S'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115883445881250234</id><published>2006-09-21T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:00:15.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resistance is indeed futile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.. so exciting. everybody should catch prison break. the first episode is today by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the adv for it, i realised that the lead actor, wentworth miller, acting as michael scofield also acted as that hot soldier ghost haunting jennifer love hewitt in one of the first few episodes of the ghost whisperer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes dania, the one we were begging and screaming at, to come haunt us. hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/prison%20break%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/prison%20break%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/wenworth%20miller%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/wenworth%20miller%20001.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/prison%20break%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/prison%20break%20001.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally what estee and i would call... capital H, haut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115883445881250234?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115883445881250234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115883445881250234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115883445881250234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115883445881250234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/09/resistance-is-indeed-futile.html' title='resistance is indeed futile'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115867505285478941</id><published>2006-09-19T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:30:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been dying to say this for a long long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRELIMS ARE FINALLY OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tmr its back to sch and im dreading it cause we're gonna get back most of the papers. i can already imagine what kinda grades im gonna get. math for sure will be really really baddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive been working on the beaded affair. making earings and necklaces, taking pictures, trying to get my lj thing working. its so tiring and there must have been a thousand times when i thought of giving up. well after all, all things have humble beginings. ill just hafta be really thick skinned and continue pushing on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in spite of all that has happened, im taking comfort in the fact that ive got an exciting week up ahead. theres social night and all that birthday celebration. the only other thing im dreading is starting A level preparation. this whole period has been some sort of roller coaster ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im being very random again but anyway, i just read jia's blog. she has arrived in london already. and as i read on, i get such a mix of emotions. im glad to see that shes having fun but yet theres also an unexplainable sadness within. i cant wait for her to come back in december.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many events to look forward to in december. theres the end of A's, prom, hong kong, christmas and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. going back to doing the lj stuff now. with that, ill leave u with a this pair of. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt the white one just gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;resistance is futile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115867505285478941?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115867505285478941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115867505285478941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115867505285478941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115867505285478941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally.html' title='finally..'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115746328961615557</id><published>2006-09-05T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:32:10.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online retail therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a really funny conversation. i dont know how to describe it or what to make out of it. im just so overloaded with all sorts of emotions, its has crippled my ability to think. hahaa. life is so weird, the twist and turns of it and how it just leads you to places or people when u least expect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the memories.. im more sentimental than i would like to be. well, life moves on and im glad it did. its times like these when retail therapy comes in handy. and sometimes when you're stuck at home, shopping online sure makes up for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115746328961615557?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115746328961615557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115746328961615557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115746328961615557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115746328961615557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/09/online-retail-therapy.html' title='online retail therapy'/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115735473486179136</id><published>2006-09-04T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:19:19.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know whats wrong with my eye, its all puffed up and the itch is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw some time ago, i saw this polka dotted tube dress at far east. it came with a simple sash to tie across the waist. its off white with either red or black dots. they werent exactly solid dots, more like hollow dots. like fat rings. get it? okay doesnt matter. so, when i finally decided to get the red one, it was sold out. i hate it when such unfortunate incidents happen to me. ill start throwing tantrums like a 3 yr old, whose mom refused to buy her barbie dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can u imagine how delighted i was to see it at thomson plaza last saturday. armed with cash and all, i went back this morning only to be told that it was SOLD OUT, AGAIN! apparently, some woman liked it so much she bought the last 2 pieces of each colour on satuday evening. arghh! what kind moron is that! i would be satisfied even if there was only the black one left. but no, she just had to get both! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, its not really her fault actually. this is what happens when pam doesnt save and only knows how to spend her money on food and shoes. i end up not having spare cash to be able to buy other things there and then. what makes this more bitter is that i was suppose to ask my mom for allowance on saturday morning, but nooo, smart ass me decided to wait for sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont seem to have any fate with that dress. and when i cant get something, ill want it even more, doesnt matter if its just something simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after narrowly missing it twice, im now desperate for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just refuse to believe that i cant get it. im gonna hunt it down somehow... hahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how i eventually found my white and gold nike bag. it didnt matter that whole world already had it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy has become more like an obsession. its an addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115735473486179136?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115735473486179136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115735473486179136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115735473486179136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115735473486179136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-know-whats-wrong-with-my-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115710709766799145</id><published>2006-09-01T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:38:58.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was so looking forward to the weekend because its when all the army guys get to book out. and its this weekend especially that i needed to take some time off studying for prelims to just relax a little before the stress really gets to me. so u can imagine all the plans i had to go here and there and watch this and that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dear malvin had to get himself confined. never in his entire army life but it just had to be this weekend. gawd, when i heard about it.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to cab down to safti to beat up those idiots who had him confined for some silly ass mistake that definitely doesnt warrant a confinement, in my opinion of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, amongst many other more serious issues also, its so damned tough being your girlfriend. when will u ever realise the struggles beneath what appears to be smiles i plaster across my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.. are we just a beautiful disaster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/Image109.jpg" width="429" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello somebody, its the sept hols already. pls date me out. haha im starting to get the lonely lionel disease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously friends, dont forget about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115710709766799145?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115710709766799145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115710709766799145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115710709766799145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115710709766799145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-so-looking-forward-to-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115708693963621640</id><published>2006-09-01T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:40:32.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was a long long time ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 12 extras of rapture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/57/230702567_4a41ba4f68_b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="600" alt="collage 002" src="http://static.flickr.com/57/230702567_4a41ba4f68_b.jpg" width="770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/64/230785315_d5f38af6cb_b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="650" alt="collage 003" src="http://static.flickr.com/64/230785315_d5f38af6cb_b.jpg" width="770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it was such fun and honour being part of rapture although we appeared on stage for barely a few minutes. but hey, its not everyday you get to strut down the esplanade stage in glamourous clothing right. you have no idea how much i loved that pretty sari although i was so overly wrapped up in it like a bah zhang. oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lee wei song. he offered to groom us into talents/stars if we had the desire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahahaa.. what talent?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="http://static.flickr.com/62/230797520_3e3d6a6982.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="DSCN3214" src="http://static.flickr.com/62/230797520_3e3d6a6982.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this really caught my attention: 'fruit juice is made by dilution of concentrated fruit juice'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyw the beef noodles we shared was way better than the plastic chicken and the powder potato the school catered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/84/230813401_2d2be1e65d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="PIC_0878" src="http://static.flickr.com/84/230813401_2d2be1e65d.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they had this in a vending machine in the cafe backstage. gawd, canned milk tea!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/87/230814829_835fbb13d4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Image248" src="http://static.flickr.com/87/230814829_835fbb13d4.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/80/230797526_8730941e4b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="pict 001" src="http://static.flickr.com/80/230797526_8730941e4b.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hafi, pam, estee and pong. thanks for the lovely sunflower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/57/230797524_02133594be.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="PIC_0886" src="http://static.flickr.com/57/230797524_02133594be.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janice and pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/65/230797523_cbf261c847.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="PIC_0899" src="http://static.flickr.com/65/230797523_cbf261c847.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/57/230797524_02133594be.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;deb, pam, juli and cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/65/230797523_cbf261c847.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/62/230797522_a03f9839b1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="PIC_0902" src="http://static.flickr.com/62/230797522_a03f9839b1.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pam, yew wei and malcom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/95/230797521_90f0a1bd05.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="375" alt="PIC_0898" src="http://static.flickr.com/95/230797521_90f0a1bd05.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the losers, juli, cara and greg who obviously isnt here cause he took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/98/230802025_aad1436736.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="jia 001" src="http://static.flickr.com/98/230802025_aad1436736.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended off with prata at thomson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wow wow, what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115708693963621640?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115708693963621640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115708693963621640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115708693963621640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115708693963621640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-was-long-long-time-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115652941693967406</id><published>2006-08-26T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:20:30.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;really, i shouldnt be online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely no self-discipline at all. not even a hint of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on the verge of giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hate a certain letter of the alphabet. that capital A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i cross the road, i silently wish a car would knock me down. the instant death kind pls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im capable of snoozing my alarm clock until 2 hrs later. that explains why im so desperate to stay awake to study that i actually contemplated popping a few clarinase pills. they say it keeps u from sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, my thoughts are so random, with some kinda internal derangement. its like mudflow.. unconsolidated mass movement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, wheres my superman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone were to grant me a wish.. id want to wake up tmr morning and realise that its december alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes thats what the capital A is turning me into. maybe im just plain dumb. but i refuse to conform to that thought. right, im just lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, HAPPY 19TH CHEW JIALING. what would we do with u so far away in uk. but well, i had lotsa fun celebrating with the losers at macs today. yes we celebrated at macs, those parties they usually organise for little kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat on tiny chairs, wore colourful party hats and had nursery songs as our background music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to remain in those yesteryears when we were the epitome of innocence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, someone found his/her way to this blog by searching blogs+sajc+losers. interesting huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, ive got 6 hrs of tuition tmr. just kill me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115652941693967406?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115652941693967406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115652941693967406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115652941693967406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115652941693967406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/08/really-i-shouldnt-be-online.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115548391373207438</id><published>2006-08-13T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:48:56.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;prelims in 2 weeks. what am i doing online?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the blurness but you've got to try this! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 442px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="308" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/Image032.jpg" width="428" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted. i think strawberry is the best. followed by apple cranberry and blueberry. its a tie! yeap then theres orange too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, do try it.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115548391373207438?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115548391373207438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115548391373207438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115548391373207438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115548391373207438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/08/prelims-in-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115513947065567156</id><published>2006-08-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:13:22.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still waiting for pictures of rapture to come in. which brings me to my next point. i desperately need a new camera! hello daddy, i need a new camera! if only my dad reads my blog. i dont know why lionel got all freaked out when he realised his dad reads his blog. if it were me, id be so happy. every entry would be.. daddy, you're so handsome. i want more allowance, i want more allowance, bring me out to bring more shoes, wheres my new camera, i need a supplementary card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, almost every national day is spent with my family. all we children getting excited and singing along to the songs, even standing up to sing the anthem and take the pledge. haha how patriotic huh. and then theres my dad who loves the first part of the parade with all the uniformed pple marching around. hes always boasting about how he was once the contingent leader and another time a flag bearer. quite impressive indeed but ive heard it like 435374950 times already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, then there was singapore idol. go hady! go jonathan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funny. my dad was quite disturbed when i was screaming and cheering for hady. you see, he has always had this concern abt me being attracted to someone outside my race, not that he has anything against any of the other races. so, knowing this, i purposely turned to him and said: isnt hady so handsome. hes malay, daddy! and i like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahahahha... u should have seen his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still contemplating abt studying at island creamery tmr with estee and pong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, i heard abt that whole discussion the vs had over lunch today. so much input huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have very far sighted friends. hahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115513947065567156?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115513947065567156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115513947065567156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115513947065567156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115513947065567156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-still-waiting-for-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115504685269513940</id><published>2006-08-08T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:43:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont understand. whats so scary abt adding someone on msn. how terrorising can it get. even if that person turns out to be some unpleasant freak, u can always delete him/her or block or whatever right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. after 4 long yrs, hes still as stubborn as ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i think i have very interesting friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres the bimbotic one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;so wasup MODEL ?? hahaah&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha asss&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh coomee onnnn you know you like to be called MODEL......which bimbo doesnt!&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe kiddin&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;whahahha alright model dania&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;whahaha hows that?&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you ur too kind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, stay tuned to the next chapter of: &lt;em&gt;Dania -The Bimbo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones who'll never grow up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;how was ecp that sunday anyway&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh it was alrite&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;went cycling me jon and deb, then greg and juli bladed&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;me and greg raced twice. i won one he won the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dania says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he stll wldnt admit i won one, he'll say its a draw!&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;haha thats so greg&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;and thats so u to be fighting for a win&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;haha funny&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;haha yea, it was funny cos a couple of times he said we will race but then when he said go he wld stay and me lookin like an ididot, cycling so fast&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;and then realize im the only one!&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;whahaha u shld have known! its his same old trick&lt;br /&gt;dania says:&lt;br /&gt;knowing me i gotta win wad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the retarded one who always thinks i study 24/7:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;just now i went swimming. walking back..i saw this girl i tot she was you&lt;br /&gt;Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;i almost shouted for you...but then i think and think...i didnt think u'd walk from junction 8 back home&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;who says i wont&lt;br /&gt;Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;u too busy studying, wun waste time walking...&lt;br /&gt;Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;today my test...either i was taking the wrong paper, or i was in the wrong class...&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha good luck man&lt;br /&gt;Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;as usual just pray everyone does badly and it will average down&lt;br /&gt;Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;i duno why, but exams i pray the most..&lt;br /&gt;Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;pray for everyone to do badly...hahaaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a lengthy entry. but i told you, interesting right. hahhaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115504685269513940?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115504685269513940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115504685269513940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115504685269513940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115504685269513940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115488245303301578</id><published>2006-08-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:47:31.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;rapture this yr was really memorable. but im very angry with my lousy camera. the pictures are all so blur. right, we'll hafta wait till i get picts from the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a close to 1-hr argument over the phone on saturday, we went out to catch the fireworks at esplanade. we're such a queer couple huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, speaking of esplanade, that was the 3rd consecutive day that i was there. well, i didnt get pictures of the fireworks cause after a while i got so fed up with my camera and i also realised that i probably would be able to get videos of it on youtube. so i decided to just enjoy the watching. it was a fantastic display! and there really are many videos of it on you tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following that, we tried out the new '&lt;em&gt;NewYorkNewYork&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the menu really made me feel like i was in chocolate heaven. i couldnt take my eyes off the dessert section, and the descriptions didnt help at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine chocolate &lt;em&gt;as smooth as velvet and as rich as donald trump...&lt;/em&gt; o-m-g!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/PIC_0915.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i didnt get to try any dessert cause most of it were sold out. in case ure wondering, i didnt try the choc velvet drink too, cause i realised that masked beneath that colourful description and price was just plain old chocolate drink. haha. oh well..&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/6689/1518/400/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wasnt so smart after i saw this..&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/6689/1518/400/PIC_09321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow my brain stopped functioning after i saw its size. i stupidly got conned into buying a 7.90 root beer float! that tasted just like any ordinary root beer float.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i was rather disappointed with my seafood pasta while malvin was busy stuffing himself with that plate of ribs. look at those beefballs! huge huh.. but i later found out from lionel that its nothing like what they make it out to be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the menu was really cute. i think i was more attracted to the place for the menu and the decor. in the end, we concluded that, like us, most pple are attracted to that place for the wrong reasons. then again, maybe i just ordered the wrong stuff. oh well...&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/6689/1518/400/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;just some random shots..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i really love my new skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;alright, its back to sch tmr. night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115488245303301578?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115488245303301578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115488245303301578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115488245303301578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115488245303301578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/08/rapture-this-yr-was-really-memorable.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115444983560741842</id><published>2006-08-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:51:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wedding at chijmes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a long story how jessica and i got invited. we werent related to the couple at all. actually we didnt even know them, but were invited anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i look at this picture ill start laughing because of what lionel said. he referred to it and then commented that he can already picture his future as a rich man surrounded by pretty girls. haha.. okay, maybe i added in the pretty girls in myself. but whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/Maylings%20Wedding%20109.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bridegroom is scottish u see, that explains the attire. oh and btw, they are both dentists. how cool is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Maylings%20Wedding%20119.jpg"&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/6689/1518/400/Maylings%20Wedding%20119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretending we were the flower girls.. natalie, lionel, jessica and pam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Maylings%20Wedding%20125.jpg"&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/6689/1518/400/Maylings%20Wedding%20125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Maylings%20Wedding%20130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/Maylings%20Wedding%20130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh food, glorious food.. prawns, bruchettas, SMOKED SALMON and beef with quail eggs. its so utterly shameful but during the cocktail session, these were the food served and after standing in front of this tray for a while, i cleared like the whole row of prawns and smoked salmon. oh oh, and some beef too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AND THAT WASNT THE ONLY TRAY I STOOD IN FRONT OF!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, all that remained on the table were towers of empty spoons stacked on top of one another.. many towers in fact. everytime the waiter came to clear them, ill just flash an innocent smile. hahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh pam, eat eat eat and eat only. im starting to think gregs prediction of me turning into a fat old lady in future might actually become true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt help it, they were really superbly fresh and delicious. food is like my kryptonite. SHOES COMES FIRST THOUGH. one day i shall blog abt my shoe shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Image003..1.jpg"&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/6689/1518/400/Image003..1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, chijmes is so pretty huh. i hafta hold my wedding there in future to. oh did u know that it has to be booked like 1-2yrs in advance. thats how long the waiting list is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you lionel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115444983560741842?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115444983560741842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115444983560741842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115444983560741842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115444983560741842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/08/wedding-at-chijmes.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115428045692183173</id><published>2006-07-31T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T01:35:12.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only reason i switched on the computer is because i was charging my ipod and doing the dreaded sgc earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually doing a bit of work today so when my dad came back, i think he got a shock. i dont know if he meant to be sarcastic or that he was genuinely concerned, but the moment he saw me, he came and felt my forehead and asked if i was having a fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaaa. right, i know the ans.. sarcastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidently, i study like ALOT man. hahaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anway, my train journey today was extremely disturbing. i was discreetly enjoying my delicious and fragrant pandan cake when i looked over at the old man seated directly across me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was digging his nose! in the most disgusting manner ever.. not that such an action can ever be pleasing but he was doing it as if it was such a pleasure. i managed my rudest stare but he could even look straight at me and continue digging without feeling a hint of embarrassment. as if that wasnt bad enough, at the moment i glanced back again, i just had such luck to witness a piece of his nose dirt stuck just outside his nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww.....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could feel my pandan cake coming back up my throat. i just wanted to die.. really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgghh, its no joke being associated with such socially disgraceful pple as singaporeans. i pitied the next guy who would innocently take his seat, and then i just shuddered wondering abt my own seat and all the poles or buttons ive made contact with in public transports... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg... i was so sure i just wanted to die there and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115428045692183173?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115428045692183173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115428045692183173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115428045692183173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115428045692183173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-reason-i-switched-on-computer-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115402017285915636</id><published>2006-07-28T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:49:55.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just suddenly wanted to blog abt alan because his birthday this year just passed. 21st july. i never fail to forget because its the day before deb's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha he was from a long long time ago, when i was this "girl with frizzy hair and nerdy glasses" as described by some mean shit. well, but maybe it was true to a certain extent. i said maybe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, just as a mark of respect i decided to cut off this entry from here, but it doesnt mean that whatever i said wasnt true. i just happened to stumble across his blog and i decided that i should respect him as a person. besides whatever happened between us was like a thousand donkey years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw just to clarify.. the only reason i remb his birthday is because its a day before deb's, as i mentioned above. and also because it falls on racial harmony day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes nothing more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115402017285915636?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115402017285915636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115402017285915636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115402017285915636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115402017285915636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-suddenly-wanted-to-blog-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115393131324177267</id><published>2006-07-26T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:28:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to upload the pictures of the wedding at chijmes but even blogger wants to die on me. its been so hectic. ive been so busy... sleeping. i dont know why but sch is just so tiring, i just keep wanting to sleep. im starting to think ive some kinda health problem. i just cant wait for A's to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres just so much to do but so little time. that irritating sgc for one, is such a pain in the ass. and then theres my dad... aarrghhh, whats with all these fathers entering their 40's. its just so amazing how they can be a gazillion times more naggy than a woman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been updating(since like malvin's ocs visit!), havent been posting items onto the beaded affair, havent been drafting sgc, havent been.... studying, doing tuition essays, doing tutorials, watching the desperate housewives dvds i borrowed from chelsea, watching da chang jin dvds i borrowed from malvin's mum (like eons ago!), watching movies, meeting up with the losers enough, mambo-ing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u ask me what ive been doing.. i really wonder too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, time to sleep again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115393131324177267?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115393131324177267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115393131324177267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115393131324177267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115393131324177267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wanted-to-upload-pictures-of-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115315417566396404</id><published>2006-07-17T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:36:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jack sparrow.. will turner.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/poc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be elizabeth swan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry will never end should i delve into it so lets not discuss abt that movie shall we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i finally decided against procrastination and started to revamp The Beaded Affair. it was actually sparked off by a request, from a friend, for a customised necklace. which was when i realised that i havent being doing anything to keep the website going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i shifted it to live journal's community thing, ill update the link in awhile, after construction is complete. cant help it, ive got an econs test tmr and, not forgetting, the shadow of prelims looming just above me. disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meanwhile, heres a little preview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/belts%20galore.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earings and necklaces&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/blog%20stuff%20copy.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;right, theres more.. coming very soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115315417566396404?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115315417566396404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115315417566396404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115315417566396404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115315417566396404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/jack-sparrow.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115280892441675545</id><published>2006-07-14T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:55:13.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i wish gp was a proper A level subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malvin can only book out late saturday evening, which means sat is totally gone, its just the sunday left. its barely even a full day together cause ive got church and then he has to book in early evening. my, be it just to talk, we hardly have any time together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend wasnt any better. he finally got to book out after his 3 weeks of confinement. the plan told to me, was to go to deb's church sat evening and skip church the next day to go for juli's party. imagine if i did that.. i wouldnt be able to meet him for 1 whole month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on saturday, saturation for youth rally was in town and since malvin had to buy his white shirt to book in, we met there.. for barely a few hours. althought greg and phoebe eventually skipped church on sunday, i was determined not to give in. God comes first and besides its so important for anyone to keep sunday mornings to go to church. that, im sure juli understands. so i left church earlier instead, and to rush all the way to woodlands for juli's party, i was in such a bad mood throughout service and the rest of the day just thinking abt the arrangements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was at 5.30pm but i left earlier at 2.30pm to meet malvin. thankfully he stays nearby, if not i wouldnt have forgiven myself for not speaking up abt the party arrangements. its not like he could have his parents fetch him to book in and many nights out in between to meet me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyw, i vented all my anger on malvin and even he had trouble calming me down. eventually, knowing how retail therapy works wonders for me, he resorted to buying me my matching bag and heels. haha, good attempt but i just couldnt get over everything. yes, call me petty. but i think i had every right to be so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. on a lighter note, the only happy moments were watching juli walk ard in her 'dress' and her silly expressions when she was playing that guessing game. it was even funnier when she and greg had to do their forfeit. well, happy 19th juli. i hope u had fun at your party and that make over at stila..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115280892441675545?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115280892441675545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115280892441675545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115280892441675545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115280892441675545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-wish-gp-was-proper-level.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115226036175162108</id><published>2006-07-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:19:44.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was suppose to be singing the school hymn but i found more interesting stuff to do. awww, hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;greg just returned from brunei so we went to watch superman returns. throughout the whole movie, we were constantly trying to outdo each other by predicting what was gonna happen next. haha super funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and i was a little hesitant on superman initially but the movie turned out to be good. i liked how they incoporated romance and humour into a movie with a supposed action-packed nature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kate bosworth as lois lane&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/6689/1518/400/l.lane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;poor clark kent&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/6689/1518/400/superman%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that heart wrenching scene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/superman%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lex luther&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/6689/1518/400/superman%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and his bimbo. i thought she was really pretty in this movie but greg just couldnt stand her character. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/superman%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;craig. hahaa&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/6689/1518/400/Image126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ivana sent me chocolates all the way from canada to encourage me for my exams. so sweet of her. i enjoyed every bit of it, awesome stuff! thanks ivan!&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/6689/1518/400/Image118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115226036175162108?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115226036175162108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115226036175162108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115226036175162108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115226036175162108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-suppose-to-be-singing-school.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115202841183622024</id><published>2006-07-04T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:57:22.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the plan was to finish updating up till malvin's ocs visitation day but i couldnt bring myself to saturate this blog with too many green people in what they call the a-r-m-y, that ive come to loathe increasingly, accelarating at every mention of 'book-in' 'lights-out' or 'confinement'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch today was... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets just say math was utterly disappointing. i really expected much much more which probably is the reason why it was so upsetting. and my teacher. just the mere mention of her now makes me feel like shooting off with every expletive my vocab has to offer. but its not worth the risk getting into trouble with sch authorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all these, having a friend like estee sure brightens up any dull day. doesnt she bear an uncanny resemblance to two disgusting spore idol characters in this picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/kinky-0676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes presenting to you (with their disgusting head-tilted-sideways-keeping-eyes-straight face)...rahima twohill. whahahhaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115202841183622024?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115202841183622024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115202841183622024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115202841183622024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115202841183622024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/plan-was-to-finish-updating-up-till.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115202487127634005</id><published>2006-07-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:04:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malvin's pop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 2 kids got bored and started playing on the parade square where the guys were gonna march in. haha cute stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/PIC_0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot the red beret, hes the reason why its such a terror being posted to ninja company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo taking with the guest of honour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wandered off during the reception for prize winners and found this board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/04531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/04531.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i peered closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw his big fat name. haha but then i couldnt find the star to pose beside his name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/PIC_0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/PIC_0651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and because he was a prize winner, we had the privilege to cut the terribly long queue out of tekong. as we sauntered right to the front of the queue, amidst envious eyes, i couldnt help but feel super proud of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/04556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/04556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha, not bad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115202487127634005?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115202487127634005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115202487127634005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115202487127634005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115202487127634005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/malvins-pop-these-2-kids-got-bored-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115201027051143935</id><published>2006-07-04T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:29:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;class chalet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be deceived by the harmless name of aloha changi, was anything but harmless, esp when we were just next to och. i could see that creepy building up close from the room window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well but anyway, we had lotsa fun and in the end we got so high it totally didnt bother us anymore that och was just next door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafi did a good job with the other picts we took. i prefer viewing them from her blog cause we look skinnier there. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the many, these were my favourite ones. estee in blue, pong in orange, hafi in dark blue, chelsea in stripes and pam in white. i never knew jumping could be so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;making our way back to the chalet. the view of the sunset was really pretty. i collaged it into the next picture.&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/6689/1518/400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we played twister after dinner, i have so many more pictures of chelsea in the most unglam positions ever! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;see the 3 idiots playing ps2, so much for class bonding. they would have just died if greg had not kindly delivered a rugby ball and some plug for them to set up their play station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the girls later retreated into the room for facials/masks, manicure, pedicure and of course it wouldnt be complete without gossips. haha. addi was so cool, such a metro, he joined in for the facial stuff too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/400/collage61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we had so much fun..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115201027051143935?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115201027051143935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115201027051143935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115201027051143935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115201027051143935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/class-chalet-dont-be-deceived-by.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115186044302019030</id><published>2006-07-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:14:03.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the next entry is gonna be uber long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;class chalet, malvin's pop, our 2nd yr celebration, church camp and malvin's ocs visitation day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered that the other day, during econs tuition.. i dont know but why it suddenly dawned on me that i wrote greenhouse effect, caused by trees, as being good for the environment... for my GEOG paper!! what kinda backside face makes such a stupid blunder. what was i thinking man! OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CANDACE TAN! thats my beloved cousin btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and ive got this new dedication thing, courtesy of radio.blog.club. i was very tempted to autoplay &lt;em&gt;beautiful disaster &lt;/em&gt;but then i decided otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115186044302019030?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115186044302019030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115186044302019030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115186044302019030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115186044302019030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/next-entry-is-gonna-be-uber-longclass.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115183225178922303</id><published>2006-07-02T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:15:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;social night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the long awaited update&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the gentleman that he has always been, greg picked me up from my place. according to him, i unfortunately came down too late and so we missed the helicopter. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanglin club&lt;/div&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/6689/1518/320/IMG_0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesslyn was there too. actually i saw quite a number of other familiar faces.. bryan ng, ben from deb's class, malvin's friend joseph and joshua yee. but there wasnt time nor opportunity to be photographed with each of them. come to think of it, i took too little pictures that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/IMG_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camera was suppose to have anti-shake functions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the toilet was like wow..&lt;/div&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/6689/1518/320/DSC00547.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;we &lt;/strike&gt;i couldnt resist this grand looking chair. if i had my way, id have one of this in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/DSC00549.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/DSC00549.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was a night of socialising, eating and trying to balance myself on my heels! in fact, the balancing was such a challenge for me. during the cocktail and socialising part of the night we just parked ourselves at a corner and made bare minimal movements. and when it was announced that dinner was gonna be buffet style, greg just burst out laughing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh i forgot to mention that quite a few of the girls there got flowers from their partners. so after the eating was done and we were all just seated around the table, the rest of us were being entertained by the other girlfriends complaining, "where are my flowers huh? how come that girl got i dont have?" soon after, another one went "yarh larh! how come you didnt give me". hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(during your social night i better not be complaining about that, okay malvin? hahahha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay back to my heels. yes.. so there i was taking tiny dainty steps and my very kind partner had to constantly keep a close watch in case i end up entertaining everyone. he didnt even have peace to let me make my way to the ladies, i came out to find him there escorting me back. haha it must have been such a funny sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;all in all i had lots of fun and its was really my honour to have been invited. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thank you greg!&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/6689/1518/320/Copy%20of%20IMG_03461.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115183225178922303?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115183225178922303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115183225178922303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115183225178922303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115183225178922303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/07/social-night-long-awaited-update-being.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115116226022649355</id><published>2006-06-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:36:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, im not studying again. oh well, i realised these last min efforts wont really make much of a diff at this point of time. going by whats written on the other blogs, im not alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant update much about social night yet cause im still waiting for the photos to come in. decided not to bring my lousy camera in the end... im just dying for a new camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i realised ive got nothing much to rattle on abt cause 99% of me is filled with worries abt my studies. so im gonna go back to geog now. deserts. i can read the same set of notes a million gazillion times and still not get anything into my head. im starting to think ive reached maximum capacity. help, if thats the case then its a really small brain ive got there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some kinda divine intervention, like now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115116226022649355?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115116226022649355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115116226022649355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115116226022649355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115116226022649355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/06/yes-im-not-studying-again.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115095510468334468</id><published>2006-06-22T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:18:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;its the ocs dinner tonight! so exciting. the dress, the shoes, the hair, the make-up. haha the only kind of troubles i love to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally decided on this dress. anyway check out angeline's dress on her blog. its really pretty! i wonder if she got it from zara, i saw a whole range of dresses there that looks similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6689/1518/320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;greg says we're gonna take a helicopter from my place, get off at cine and take a limo to tanglin from there. well, i wouldnt mind.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it'll be so cool if my future is gonna be just like that. classy social events one after another, all sorts of pretty gowns and dresses, and being chauffeured around in a limo. every girls dream but there arent that many rich guys to go around. haha. i can just imagine dania screaming "bimbo" into my face for saying all that and then adding "so you know, we gotta go grab the rich guys first." =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;right.. ive gotta get back to the studying for now&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;cia:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;its quite a long and complicated story. nothing much to how we got together, it just happened. haha the meeting part is more interesting.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;got to know him through his friends though we all attended the same camp. that was in sec 3. my, come to think of it, ive known him for 4 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115095510468334468?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115095510468334468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115095510468334468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115095510468334468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115095510468334468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-ocs-dinner-tonight-so-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115089661603121986</id><published>2006-06-21T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:45:15.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im suppose to be studying but as usual... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyw, on my way home from econs tuition today, i decided to open the letter-box and guess what i found. okay nothing much, just a letter for me. i dont know why but i get very excited to receive letters. haha i must be mad. So.. i was trying to analyse the handwriting of the address on the envelope but it didnt look familiar at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because im pamela teo, i just had to take pictures of it, haha. seriously, who would be able to make out that scribble below. but of course i recognised malvin's handwriting in the letter. i concluded he got someone else to write the address. so cunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well well, this is quite a senseless and random entry but haha it was such a pleasant and sweet surprise. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So... i eventually decided to give the KL shopping trip a miss so i would have more time to study, went over to stay at my cousin's place instead. Can u believe it? i gave up an all expense paid shopping trip! oh man oh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyw, while i was there, malvin msged me after his first day in ocs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pam: hope your first day went well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;malvin: miss you man, wish i was shopping with you now instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;omg! SHOPPING! worse still, WITH ME some more. haha thats what he usually dreads most. must be quite bad in there. ive never heard him talk like that before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so that night, i decided that whatever they did to him that day.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they should do it more often. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115089661603121986?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115089661603121986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115089661603121986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115089661603121986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115089661603121986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-suppose-to-be-studying-but-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-115014654639656658</id><published>2006-06-13T05:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:00:28.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow, its been exactly two years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha trying to copy the way i smile. my friends call it the 'pam smile'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its like close to 5am and i suppose to be studying. havent covered much these few days. just spent the last few hours celebrating with malvin and then packing for church camp. ill be leaving for batam in 2 hrs time. mal was suppose to come but oh well... the usual answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway anyway, these few days have been great. cause ive been eating like non stop. there was the gathering at jon's place where we had sushi and then grandma's dinner at sakura, buffet! and then theres today. omg im very sure ive put on a few kilos from these moments of gluttony. did lotsa shopping too! cause mal didnt have time to buy me a present so he brought me on a shopping spree and ordered me to spend at least $250. haha so generous right, a few hundred dollars salary only and he lets me spend so much. imagine when he starts like proper work in future, with a much fatter paycheck..... heaven =) but but i was very nice, only spent $100 plus. haha thats so unlike me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have so many pictures of today, will upload them when i get back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-115014654639656658?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/115014654639656658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=115014654639656658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115014654639656658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/115014654639656658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow-its-been-exactly-two-years-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114944343339742357</id><published>2006-06-05T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:15:17.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is way over due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my favourite notice board in sch. the team SA board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/collage-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the posters we made before their finals. well, didnt really use them but we gave it to the ruggers in the end. Khairul said he pasted his on the room wall. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/estee%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up and on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Artfart%28456%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they call him the rj zero pointer. dont really mean to make fun but its just really funny, especially the part where he did a little dive. sorry, i just had to put this up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TfeC7RPzmzE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winning the rugby finals... wooahhh. i will never forget that moment the whistle blew, declaring SA champions. its beyond words. as with the many other saints who were down supporting the team, I witness history in the making.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114944343339742357?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114944343339742357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114944343339742357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114944343339742357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114944343339742357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-way-over-due.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114891955860410083</id><published>2006-05-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:56:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i realised that in between this entry and that of malvin's enlistment day, theres only been 6 entries. with malvin's pop just next week, it shows i havent been updating much. the rugby finals against rjc, that 1hr class photo taking we had and many other blog worthy days. haha well, ill start with the rugby match for tmr's entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;going back to&lt;/strike&gt; starting on math now.. at 12.10am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right, as expected, my timetable didnt work out for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well, tmr will be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;btw, miss chelsea lim can be found at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nastyshit-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.nastyshit-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; . its such a small world, sukuen was actually her primary school classmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114891955860410083?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114891955860410083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114891955860410083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114891955860410083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114891955860410083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-realised-that-in-between-this-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114830828616070171</id><published>2006-05-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:57:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nick said my previous entry was super emo. haha i thought that was quite funny. anyway, the following day was indeed a better day. cause our rugby boys won the finals. that itself would require a separate entry. another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so was blog spying the usual people again. all those rafflesians and their talk abt where to study. medicine dentistry law LSE cornell ivy league. "we're the best singapore's got". urgghh, well its quite true actually. not to mention, they are all rounded too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wealth brains and looks. sometimes i think, God must have spent more time "creating" them. ha. alright i should learn to count my blessings and be more aprreciative. it aint all that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyways, if i had an opportunity id surely wanna experience studying abroad too, even if it means stepping out of my comfort zone. but im not sure i can even get into a local uni to begin with. those pple, they make me seem stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right okay, im just plain lazy. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114830828616070171?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114830828616070171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114830828616070171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114830828616070171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114830828616070171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/05/nick-said-my-previous-entry-was-super.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114777450754310599</id><published>2006-05-16T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:11:35.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;skipped sch yest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sch today was such a dread. i hate tuesdays and thursdays, they are my long-days in sch. ever since the J3s graduated, i prefer to rush home straight after sch. im so anti-social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its our rugby finals tmr. really anxious for them. we made posters for the ruggers during our breaks today. the sch chartered like 10 buses. unfortunately our class didnt manage to secure places on the bus. oh well, we'll hafta take the public transport all the way down to choa chu kang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im still contemplating abt staying out late tmr night with the losers cause i have sch the next day. and since i already skipped sch on monday, it probably isnt that wise to do so again on thurs, although i would very much like too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have no idea whats wrong with me. im at like a low point again. a term rizwan and i coined to be "temporary depression for retainees". its such a horrid feeling to have. i am seriously trying hard to snap out of it but its tougher than it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; coincidentally, it always hits me the hardest after i finish, what lionel would call, "blog-spying". it just basically means you're being a busybody, poking your nose around other people's blog. well, in the first place, blogs are meant for others to visit right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so whenever im done blog-spying, i tend to reflect back on what im doing with my own life. and i hate the answers that i get. theres no point masking such feelings. if you're sad, you're sad. it seems like ive acquired more demerits than any meritorious achievements over these 3 yrs. and its like i neither belong to the J3 nor the J2 batch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know ive rattled on and on abt this like a million times and im getting sick of it too but the feeling just doesnt seem to go away. this like my only outlet to vent it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyways, theres a campus meeting this friday. at this point of time, i cant care less whatever whoever will think.. im really not looking forward to it at all. in fact im dreading it. as much as i love SA and as much as i would love to win more souls for God, theres just something abt it that puts me off. im dying to graduate so that i can cut off my connections to these weekly meetings. im evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can you sense my incoherence throughout. its as if im going mad. alright, i pray tmr will be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114777450754310599?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114777450754310599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114777450754310599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114777450754310599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114777450754310599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/05/skipped-sch-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114683680380651690</id><published>2006-05-05T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:46:43.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lionel reminded me that i havent updated my entries for quite sometime. i told him that i was busy studying. HAHAHAHA. i think he liked that answer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im not feeling well again. my whole body is aching, the nose leaks like a tap and it feels as if there are a million gazillion pins down my throat. strepsils, ure not doing ur job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghh, and it doesnt help that malvin's field camp began this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;where are you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/16120830-114683680380651690?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114683680380651690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114683680380651690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114683680380651690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114683680380651690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/05/lionel-reminded-me-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114664550717130360</id><published>2006-04-27T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:44:17.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPORTS DAY 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GUESS WHO'S THE PROUD OWNER OF THIS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-drumroll-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh my... its pam! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dont i look really happy in that pict. haha but no, obviously i didnt win that. pigs will start flying if i did. wasnt even in pe attire to begin with. it was our dear pong who won it in the inter-house girls relay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the class heroes - we werent even planning to take part in the inter-cg relay due to the lack of runners. but we eventually did and from the heats, we proceeded into the semi finals. the runners felt they didnt stand a chance against the rest, nevertheless they still tried their best at the semi's, with the whole class cheering them on. haha and when we found out we qualified for the finals, we all were ecstatic! it was as if we had already won the race&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, in the end we came in 7th out of the 8 classes for the finals but that didnt really bother us. haha, have u ever seen a class so happy to come in 2nd last?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/class%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, actually if you gave it some thought, we werent really 2nd last considering we beat so many other classes to make it to the finals. extremely proud of the runners, well done S91!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was an exceptionally rare occassion where the whole class bonded a little. actually putting some unpleasant moments behind, i do love my class! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/class%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xavier, estee and zong - i thought this pict was quite funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha but this one undeniably surpassed that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0686.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;could you tell? we were a happy happy class that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114664550717130360?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114664550717130360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114664550717130360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114664550717130360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114664550717130360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/04/sports-day-2006guess-whos-proud-owner.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114597376863338345</id><published>2006-04-25T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:15:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really proud of myself. combined 2 different templates to get this new skin. the only thing i dont really like is the light purple background but was too lazy to change that. the colour match is quite alright so nvm. anyway, now ive got a wishlist, calender and poll section. so exciting! hahha. okay, start placing your votes friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i really have no sense of time management cause theres a maths test on thursday and econs essay test on friday but i just spent the whole afternoon doing this.. hmmm. okay, im gonna go wait for malvin's call and do some maths in the meanwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REALISED I MISSED BEN &amp;amp; JERRY'S FREE CONE DAY TODAY! somebody, choc chip cookie dough please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114597376863338345?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114597376863338345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114597376863338345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114597376863338345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114597376863338345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/04/really-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114467939696818442</id><published>2006-04-15T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:16:59.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7th of april- malvin's enlistment day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at his face, haha so sian. he was like that throughout. when we were at pasir ris mrt, it was really easy to spot the other guys going in cos besides their huge bags, they all had that same sian face. there was like some sort of instant connection between them. they way they looked at each other with that oh-so-you're-going-to-hell-with-me look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;on board the penguin express ferry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;deborah dear and i. thank u for accompanying me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;me malvin his mum and his aunt. his face is was even more sian as we became one step closer to tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;this was at some talk abt army stuff, from the simple equipments to their food supplies which includes that whole row of green packets, affectionately known as their combat rations. im sure they love it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;at their oath taking ceremony, serious and all. after it was over, the boys had to stand in two rows facing inwards, like towards each other. parents and friends were suppose to walk in between the rows to 'collect' them. deborah and i were really quite amused, its like the feeling of walking down the aisle at a wedding or something. haha okay, we were being bimbotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the ultimate sian face - after finding out that he was posted to ninja. fyi, ninja company is infamous for being the most 'xiong', always doing extra stuff and all. to think he was laughing at his friend from the january batch for being posted there. so this was what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pam: its okay, you need it. there so much fats you need to lose, esp those gained from denmark. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;malvin: yarh, and when i get out, u'll be the only fat one left. =pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;!!! i nearly killed &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;okay, it was time to say goodbye. bye to the hair too. prob never gonna see it that long in the next 2 yrs to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;check out that couple behind. haha what a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;in case some pigs think its a picture of the uncle behind me (which has actually happend before), it was actually the banner deborah was trying to capture for me. it read: BMT, its not what you leave behind, its what you'll gain in the days ahead. i thought it was kinda wow..haha go malvin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/640/deb%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;okay so that was his enlistment day. when he called me on the first night, he was like "the hair is gone". haha that vainpot, poor thing. anyway i met him again on good friday. the hair was really !!!.. okay no pictures. that vainpot will kill me if i post up any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114467939696818442?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114467939696818442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114467939696818442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114467939696818442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114467939696818442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/04/7th-of-april-malvins-enlistment-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114451746738517594</id><published>2006-04-09T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T01:41:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;im a happy girl. my dad is actually considering getting me the nokia 6280. i checked it out already cause chow and my cousin has it. really cool. nvr mind abt the swivel L'Amour one. i realised the only reason i like it is because of the pretty flowery designs. the features arent that fantastic. i might as well get a phone wrap right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;for entertainment purposes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;haha my bimbotic partner in crime&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy says:&lt;br /&gt;arent u honoured&lt;br /&gt;dania when you talk like that, you make the woman go mad says:&lt;br /&gt;haha yess!!&lt;br /&gt;dania when you talk like that, you make the woman go mad says:&lt;br /&gt;at least im not alone i haf you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dania when you talk like that, you make the woman go mad says:&lt;br /&gt;sense the sacarsm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dania when you talk like that, you make the woman go mad says:&lt;br /&gt;and cldnt you put a nicer pic of me!!! hahaaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dania dania, a true bimbo indeed. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;anyway, did i ever mention that i think enrique iglesias is really hot.. was just a random thought but yes, hes hot stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;okay, so malvin got enlisted already. ill do that entry another time. its getting late and ive got church tmr morn. its a late lunch appointment with the vs after that. it only means theres more picts to come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114451746738517594?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114451746738517594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114451746738517594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114451746738517594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114451746738517594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-happy-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114451506449975440</id><published>2006-04-03T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T01:02:03.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;guess who's the focus of todays entry? doesnt he look like a girl here?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0459.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;well, many yrs later.. he a man now, defending the nation and all. haha. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREG!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;so... we went to ocs yesterday to kinda celebrate a little. his family came earlier and his mum brought him so much food, ang ku kueh and etc. he was like begging us to bring them home, haha. yes this is his room, shared with one other guy. not bad huh. spacious and all, plus theres a computer too. so neat!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was in some leisure room of theirs. forgot what its called. haha, he looks like hes giving them a talk, while dania and i sneaked away to get our hands on the refreshments. my greedy and bimbotic partner in crime. =DD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;there, thats her. haha, okay. and deb on the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/640/deb%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;this was taken in the ocs canteen, we were slacking there for quite a while. greg and justin just couldnt stop talking abt army stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/640/deb%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there, happy birthday best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114451506449975440?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114451506449975440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114451506449975440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114451506449975440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114451506449975440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/04/guess-whos-focus-of-todays-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114373949567343506</id><published>2006-03-31T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:24:55.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;okay, i think i managed to fix the pictures from the previous post already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;euphoria today, haha our soccer boys won mj 3-2. cheered myself silly. and it worsen the condition of my throat. i seriously sound like a man now. haha. shiat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, been thinking abt many things lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this extra yr in my jc life is really pulling me apart from my friends outside sch. and it really isnt a very nice feeling not knowing this and that. okay i just realised what i just said seems to make no sense. oh well, i suppose rizwan can understand how im feeling and greg would know what im talking abt. there, im not that insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so ive been thinking alot. i dont really know why im so cold towards you recently. i guess its part of wanting to protect myself? i dont want any more nights of crying myself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only grow stronger from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired, good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114373949567343506?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114373949567343506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114373949567343506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114373949567343506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114373949567343506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-i-think-i-managed-to-fix-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114343273608960803</id><published>2006-03-26T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:21:55.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HAPPY 18TH HAFI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;photos galore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;studying for block test was horrible. constantly struggling to stay awake at unearthly hours. so this is what happens when i fall asleep holding a pen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/collage-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken on thursday just after our last paper. we now have a new ice cream stall in school, though the queue is perpetually long, but still its like yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats estee and i treating ourselves to some double scooped ice cream. actually ive beetreating myself to that almost everyday after lessons, im so gonna grow fat! haha, oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the last pict was taken at zara where we were waiting for the guys to finish shopping. yes yes, waiting for the guys. what a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those very rare full-day dates. had lunch at food republic, the picture doesnt really give it much credit but that bowl of dry hand-made noodles was fantastic! they really have lotsa good food there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me what i was doing in that pict. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats malvin wearing my glasses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was family dinner with malvin at my fav. hinoki restaurant. took lotsa pictures cos it was the last time we could dine there since europa is gonna cease operations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, pictures taken with my lousy phone camera dont really give the food much credit because they definitely taste better than what it seems to show here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss that beautiful fountain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, some random pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, who else would do such a thing but zech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/640/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/640/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/640/PIC_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what i found... justin and deb! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/640/PIC_0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0475.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pam's attempt to show her teeth. okay nvm, i nvr knew how to smile properly to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/640/Photo-0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;some stranger on the bus. tsk tsk tsk. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/640/Photo-0575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0575.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFYDBtKeG2k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can watch this a million gazillion times and still find it funny. the guy on the left is really hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114343273608960803?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114343273608960803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114343273608960803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114343273608960803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114343273608960803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-18th-hafianyway.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114300576486724182</id><published>2006-03-22T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:38:34.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maths was a killer!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im gonna get a big fat F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114300576486724182?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114300576486724182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114300576486724182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114300576486724182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114300576486724182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/03/maths-was-killer-im-gonna-get-big-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114259652026166830</id><published>2006-03-17T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:56:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;im a selfish person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway anyway, somebody didnt tell me abt his first date with his pearl-white skinned girl huh. well done best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114259652026166830?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114259652026166830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114259652026166830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114259652026166830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114259652026166830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-selfish-person.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114244797310378901</id><published>2006-03-16T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:01:55.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;its like 3 am in the morn and im still studying econs. oh wait, dont be mistaken. im not that hardworking or dilligent, its just the price i have to pay for slacking during the day, resulting in the inability to cover what i had planned for today. so yes, here i am, at some uneartly hour taking yet another break. but i have to add that its really a much need break because macroeconomy is driving me mad. sheer frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOHN MAYNARD KEYNES&lt;/span&gt;, the cause of my week of hell. oh how i loathe you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i abhor you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh my, somebody please tell me im gonna get through this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114244797310378901?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114244797310378901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114244797310378901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114244797310378901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114244797310378901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-like-3-am-in-morn-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114217938476855574</id><published>2006-03-12T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:05:44.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;okayy, i finally got my hair cut on tuesday. haha was suppose to be a surprise so i aint putting up any picts till after tuesday when i meet up with the vs. oh well, its not that short but still its like the shortest hairdo ive ever had in 5 yrs! yes, its been quite a while. anyw block test is coming up real soon. i only have exactly a week's time left. my oh my.. like im so prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, i realised that my blog looks nothing like what its suppose to be if you used firefox to view it. the model is at one corner, the whole background is white and everythings just in a mess. well, if you refuse to use explorer instead then dont complain. haha. yes malvin, that was directed at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im in love with this phone and i have to have it, somebody save me from my misery please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6689/1518/320/7370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114217938476855574?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114217938476855574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114217938476855574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114217938476855574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114217938476855574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/03/okayy-i-finally-got-my-hair-cut-on.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114145326141312197</id><published>2006-03-04T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:21:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i love my hair. i think its the only asset i have, haha, so i take really good care of it. but right now i have a sudden urge to snip it short. i know ive said this so many times already but im really sick of the long length, tying it up to sch everyday and all. i cut a little tail so that things would be more exciting even with the length. but now, im bored of everything. i just want to cut it short, like slightly shorter than shoulder length. im just afraid of the frizz and curls. but then again, ill never find out what its like if i dont ever try right. okay, one of these days. im quite serious by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114145326141312197?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114145326141312197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114145326141312197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114145326141312197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114145326141312197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114130566405646976</id><published>2006-03-02T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:24:43.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your eyes I know I'll find the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To light my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Losing ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my world is going crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can turn it all around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I'm down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pushing me to the top&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your always there giving me all you got..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old but meaningful song that has been stuck on my mind for quite some time now, and its the cause of noise pollution for my classmates. they hear it almost everyday. yes yes, im the source of the pollution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114130566405646976?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114130566405646976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114130566405646976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114130566405646976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114130566405646976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-im-lostin-rainin-your-eyes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114113949940341011</id><published>2006-02-28T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:22:19.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;to the defender of the queen of england&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk are winding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many things that I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would like to say to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't know how.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're my wonderwall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114113949940341011?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114113949940341011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114113949940341011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114113949940341011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114113949940341011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-defender-of-queen-of-england-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114097141902253060</id><published>2006-02-27T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:30:19.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"someone who rather sit at home stare at the wall, then go for a nice desert downstairs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LIONEL TOCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114097141902253060?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114097141902253060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114097141902253060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114097141902253060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114097141902253060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/02/someone-who-rather-sit-at-home-stare.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114088629761096521</id><published>2006-02-26T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:56:23.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;ive been facing troubles in so many areas of my life. and it has left me very lost and hopeless. my heart has never been more fragile before. the only positive thing i can draw out of all these is that it has brought me closer to God. i really look forward to every chance to draw strength from Him and to seek Him for answers and directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the peace that guards my heart&lt;br /&gt;My help in times of need&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope that leads me on&lt;br /&gt;And bring me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For there I find You waiting&lt;br /&gt;And there I find release&lt;br /&gt;So with all my heart I'll worship&lt;br /&gt;And unto You I'll sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all glory&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all praise&lt;br /&gt;Father we worship and adore You&lt;br /&gt;Father we long to see Your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all glory&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all praise&lt;br /&gt;Father we love You&lt;br /&gt;And we worship You this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114088629761096521?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114088629761096521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114088629761096521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114088629761096521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114088629761096521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-been-facing-troubles-in-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114071193457384141</id><published>2006-02-24T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:27:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;okay, im satisfied now. the whole page is neater and the entries are easier to read. ohh and i finally took away the song. ha. neither fancy nor complicating, just plain and simple, the way i like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sch today was mostly just estee and i cos pong had some investiture to attend while hafi dear wasnt feeling well. and tmr, im gonna skip sch to go send christian off. yes, im losing another friend. so anyway, from the airport tmr, its back to potong pasir for tuition in the afternoon. to think i even entertained thought of hanging out with the vs for the rest of tmr. malvin will just kill me if he finds out i havent been studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm, im feeling really nervous for all the j3s cos results are gonna be out on 1st march. scary. but im also looking forward to meeting everyone again. really miss seeing all the familiar faces around in sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114071193457384141?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114071193457384141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114071193457384141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114071193457384141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114071193457384141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-im-satisfied-now.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114061179638754454</id><published>2006-02-22T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:28:56.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;i think my mood fluctuates like a roller coaster. i can be sky high happy one moment and super depressed at another. and now, im terribly upset. janice went back to australia and i didnt even know or realise till i read debs blog. my heart just sank upon the realisation that she had already left. not even a phone call or msg from me to her. throughout her 2 months visit here, which is really rare, i only had time to meet up with her like twice. somehow the situation wasnt really to my advantage. if it wasnt work, it was sch or tuition. restrictions from my parents and the nearing of block test didnt help at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it hurts me even more to think that she must have left thinking i didnt care. i wasnt even at the airport to send her off. and looking back now, even if it meant going to sch from the airport, i think i would still have gone. what is one day of sch compared to our friendship. i dont know how long i will have to wait before i can see her again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i still hate the fact that i retained and loathe even more how it has got into the way of so many things and pulled me apart from friends. i really do. but i guess i only have myself to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114061179638754454?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16120830.post-114044834791578703</id><published>2006-02-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:18:00.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr.Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;omg, i just realised who u smile like&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;PARIS HILTON...&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy almost beautiful says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;pammy_wammy almost beautiful says:&lt;br /&gt;omg &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;pammy_wammy almost beautiful says:&lt;br /&gt;u gotta be kidding&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;dun believe u go see all the magazines&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Tock says:&lt;br /&gt;it's exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lionel is going mad. Paris Hilton, haha, how i wish. ive always had a problem with smiling. just cant do it showing my teeth. either ways i look constipated most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well, but julius beats me hands down when it comes to looking constipated. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&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/6689/1518/320/Photo-0421.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;i think im always courting my own death. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114044834791578703?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114044834791578703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114044834791578703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114044834791578703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/114044834791578703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/02/dr.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-114036613627877902</id><published>2006-02-19T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:25:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i spent most of yesterday at funorama with clemens malvin and dania. had like so many sets of tickets that we were trying so hard to spend. so in the end it was just dania and i eating and eating non stop although we werent hungry. and then we spent like 20 bucks on henna. hmmm.. after that, both of us took a cab down to trinity to attend jon's baptism. and our day ended with supper at mad jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night, some unpleasant incidents took place at home. it left me ovewhelmed with anger, bitterness and brokeness inside. i was just so tired and worn out. kept praying to God asking him to take my life away but i woke up the next morning to find myself still alive. tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, sounds silly, but it was really how i was feeling at that moment. anyway im in a really good mood today. went to church and poured my heart out, cried alot and felt very much better. its just this really peaceful feeling within. yes, so after service i went straight down to orchard to meet up with juli sean regina jon greg justin zech deb dania phoebe christian and charles for lunch and a movie. pink panther was absolutely hilarious and watching it with such a big group was twice the fun. but after that the guys had to book in and i had tuition. what a spoiler to such a great day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i found this on my phone. he looks super cute right, haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/6689/1518/320/Photo-0489.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funorama with dania&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0455.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taken at trinity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look what greg got me. haha, sinful indulgence. so as part of our exchange, i gave him an ipod accessory and a photo frame that was handmade, by me of cos. it was really sweet of him cos he brought it to camp. haha yay, at least someone appreciates my art and craft skills. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;another belated valentines gift- from juli and deb. they baked me a cookie! i bought some candles and coasters from ikea and hand made yet another gift for them. ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy belated valentine's day friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-114036613627877902?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114036613627877902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114036613627877902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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to do some updating. so yes, this is gonna be image heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the first day of cny- jessica and i after church service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6689/1518/320/church%201.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we decided that it was a good day to finally take a cell picture. but samuel was no where to be found. in clockwise direction - ben, gabriel, pam, jessica, tock and zek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/church%206.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the way to my grandmas place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this lovely garden belongs to a relative we visited. pardon my posture. its evidence of my extreme laziness. i even have to rest my hips to one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6689/1518/320/PIC_0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mother dear. she looks so stoned. haha, like mother like daughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this was taken on the 3rd day of cny after a stayover at gregs place. he brought us to changi village for breakfast and then to the top of a hotel where this breath-taking view was captured. anyway, that was the first time we saw him since he got enlisted. well, the hair wasnt all that bad. haha. anyway, we were suppose to have our movie marathon but... yes i was the first to fall asleep after just one movie. to think i actually made a bet with greg that deb would fall asleep first. ha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the train to town after the stayover. notice the difference in the quality of this picture? yes, thats cos its not from my pathetically lousy camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6689/1518/320/phoebe%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after many attempts, we finally managed to successfully capture all 4 of us together. deb certainly has long arms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/deb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;this is the best one so far greg, though my face seems rather constipated looking, as usual. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so juli finally came back from indo and we went to the airport to fetch her. she wasnt expecting us so it was a pleasant surprise. oh, how we missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we go wayyy back, since primary 6. its &lt;a href="http://www.leeleechen.blogspot.com"&gt;leeleechen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. haha, love u deb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/6689/1518/320/PIC_0398.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the plaza sing. toilet has to be the best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/6689/1518/320/PIC_0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;greg, phoebe and pam at the istana park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/6689/1518/320/PIC_0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;on the way to my aunts house for some cny gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/6689/1518/320/PIC_0420.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my pretty pretty cousin, whos of mixed parentage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so valentine's day was spent in town. had dessert at a thai restaurant before proceeding to the coffee club at paragon cos it was the only one without a ridiculously long queue. coincidentally, stefanie sun was also there, seated at the table just next to mine. haha, anyway, this blurred image was captured at topshop where i forced malvin to pose in front of the mirror with me. hes amazed by how we girls can take pictures everywhere and anywhere without feeling embarrassed. honestly, i dont think we really care whos looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/6689/1518/320/PIC_0449.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/16120830-114018594859568419?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/114018594859568419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=114018594859568419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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toll on my mental state of well-being. they cant seem to agree with one another. im troubled, confused and dont know what to do. i dislike having choices, i dislike making decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i been wanting to upload my pictures and do some updating, but right now ive got an econs test to study for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just kill me, like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113889700765380999?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113889700765380999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113889700765380999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113889700765380999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113889700765380999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/02/affairs-of-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113855123427082881</id><published>2006-01-29T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:18:59.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;happy new yr friends. yay! besides Christmas, this is my other favourite festive season. it gives me an excuse to buy and wear new clothes, eat like theres no tmr, and of cos, get lotsa red packets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so the last minute shopping on friday was rather productive. i was one satisfied customer. and then there was meeting up with pam liu on saturday to return her camera cos i accidentally took it home one day. i followed her to get accessories before going down to collect a red packet from my boss. how nice of him, he even gave me a bag of bah kwa. oh and i finally tried the toast from that new level one stall. super yummy. its like some concept from hong kong. anyw, their milk tea was fantastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then theres today, the first day of the new yr. it was church followed by my grandmas hse. as with every cny, i had my favourite noodles. dont really know what its called though but its like mian xian in some red soup with veg mushroom chicken and a little wine too. absolutely heavenly. i had 3 servings. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, too lazy to upload the pictures of today as usual. we'll leave it to tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113855123427082881?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113855123427082881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113855123427082881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113855123427082881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113855123427082881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-yr-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113759776398244102</id><published>2006-01-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:38:18.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont know whats wrong with me but i returned home at abt 3 plus and took a nap that lasted till 10pm. and it was such a deep sleep cos it felt like i slept for so long. when my sister woke me up i thought it was time to go to school. arh, horrible. i even missed dinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, i borrowed tuesdays with morrie for&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; gp&lt;/span&gt; reading period and finished it yesterday. cried like buckets of tears in the process. its a really fantastic book i must say. very thought provoking in a positive way of cos. speaking of &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;gp&lt;/span&gt;, todays lesson was, erm, very interesting. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;more shocking then interesting&lt;/span&gt;, actually. her &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sense of open mindedness was quite apalling&lt;/span&gt;. im tempted to put up &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the details&lt;/span&gt; but yeah id rather tell it to u in person. haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ive got lotsa pictures of pple sleeping. haha, these are just some. i think i sleep alot at home so while everyone ard me is sleeping im like wide awake. so yes, i end up taking pictures. haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/6689/1518/320/Photo-0414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and econs. the photo doesnt show estee whos on hafis left but she was fast sleep too. ha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ey are so gonna take revenge. i can feel it already. ahah. i just felt like hi-lighting some stuff, like the main points or something. makes reading easier, esp for todays entry =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113759776398244102?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113759776398244102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113759776398244102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113759776398244102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113759776398244102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-know-whats-wrong-with-me-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113708235806620830</id><published>2006-01-12T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:37:01.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dont know why but my back aches. its been on for the whole of today. i guess its cos i just downgraded from the big comfy chair, the ones bosses use, to some lousy computer chair. i cant get used to it cos the table seems so low and its just so uncomfortable. how i just love to complain. oh, i think its my medication or something but my mouth feels dry 24/7 and when i drink water theres this weird taste to it. im really irritated by this and my mum keeps coming to nag at me. yeah its for own good but its just not the right time cos im already obviously so super irritated. arggh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and, i just found out that theres geog tutorial, econs case study and gp hw to be done by tmr and its 11.45pm now. just kill me. nvm, not that i do my hw anyway. but its the new year and ive made up my mind to do every single piece. sigh, its a toughie. haha, and dear hafi thinks its her fault cos she didnt tell me earlier. nah, dont worry abt it. so how now brown cow, tmrs gonna be a terrible rush-hw-during-breaks day. like hello, im not feeling well okay and i didnt ask for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113708235806620830?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113708235806620830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113708235806620830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113708235806620830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113708235806620830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-know-why-but-my-back-aches.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113699625298724606</id><published>2006-01-11T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:56:49.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;went to see the doctor today. 39 *C, flu, blocked nose, runny nose, cough, sore throat, headache, mc for 2 days of sch and 1 week of PE and a big bag of medicine. so i guess i wont be going to sch tmr. but then theres cell and tuition in the evening. sigh, the mc is almost useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;anyway, my mums cell came over today. everyone say hi to joyous. isnt she just so cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0412.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my latest fetish. i absolutely adore those notebooks from paper people. its at far east by the way. i made the black and white cover myself. super pretty right. actually, i scanned and printed out the design and went over it in black pen. haha, well, whatever, its pretty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before he left for denmark. thats the soft toy he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/PIC_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i told him i wasnt gonna give him any Christmas present. haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/PIC_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we ate at the soup restaurant with his mum, aunt and brother. i love the food there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i finally uploaded the hk pictures into my comp. i really miss the shopping and eating at hk. its really like what the adv says. u shop and eat and shop and eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/PIC_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this was taken on some ferry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my pretty cousins. the one in the middle actually appeared in a macdonalds adv before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im sure u understand why it caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/PIC_0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113699625298724606?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113699625298724606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113699625298724606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113699625298724606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113699625298724606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/01/went-to-see-doctor-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113630882704836562</id><published>2006-01-04T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:20:29.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;malvin left for denmark last night. sent him off at the airport and saw so many sia air stewardess. they really have style and poise. really cool. i love going to the airport. dont know why,  but i just love it there. so anyway, he wont be back until a month later so im gonna be updating my blog regulary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;first day of school, slack as usual. but ill probably be feeling the stress soon. oh well, super tired today although i slept at 12.45 last night and my contacts werent helping at all. my eyes were super irritated today. think ive been wearing soft lenses for too long during the hols so now it takes a little time getting used to gas permeable ones again. how annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;cos of my terrible condition, i decided to skip shih jie's farewell bbq. sorry guys. and so i came back home checked my mail and then took a super long nap till 10pm at night. my dinner became so cold and soggy. disgusting. but i was so hungry i still ate them. okay, call me pig. im too lazy to transfer a picture of it from my phone to the comp so we'll wait till tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;im counting down till when he returns. haha, okay, 28 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113630882704836562?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113630882704836562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113630882704836562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113630882704836562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113630882704836562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2006/01/malvin-left-for-denmark-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113510000978142527</id><published>2005-12-21T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:40:11.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its nice to know that i have many friends who care abt me. but im fine, really. i wasnt upset with any particular person, just upset that whatever happened actually happened. maybe its the use of my language that made me sound super duper pissed off but i was just venting my anger. that doesnt mean i wasnt upset, just venting my anger. if u dont get what im saying then too bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i received a very encouraging msg from greg before he left for korea. like korea! im envious. yeah, as i was saying, they were things i just needed to hear at that time. he just has a way of putting my life back into place when something happens. thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, this has no relation to anything ive said above. thank you for that little surprise at work today, it made my day. well, its these little things that makes me happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my basic theory test is in two days, ive studied shit. everytime i try to study ill be sleeping in a matter of minutes. help!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113510000978142527?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113510000978142527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113510000978142527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113510000978142527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113510000978142527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-nice-to-know-that-i-have-many.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113458427996977304</id><published>2005-12-15T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T02:30:15.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;i decided to continue here. okay, the 14th marks 18 months of us being together. i specially took leave today to kinda like celebrate a little. so we did some tennis and tanning. okay, so that went well, in fact it was great. somehow the rest of the day was just a mess. he decided to go clubbing with his friends. ladies night, wow. without me, wow wow. actually i chose not to go along. didnt wanna lie to my mum. but point is he was prob happier that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont give a shit whos reading this or what who says abt this, but im depressed and ive had enough of pretending everything is fine and that its a oh-so-nice day. call me sensitive and paranoid but hello, you put a guy in a club like zouk with alcohol and lotsa hot ladies, whos gonna remb the girlfriend at home tossing and turning in bed. so you say i should have more faith. please, just go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish greg would fly back now to talk to me, and tell me that everythings gonna be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritating hotmail and msn is not working, what perfect timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you didnt already know what im like, do not mention this to me again, even if ure innocent. go ahead and call me unreasonable, i have too much to bottle up. so my rantings here are all i hafta say. there shall be no further discussion&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;full stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to restate my stand though,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes i really hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i said sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113458427996977304?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113458427996977304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113458427996977304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113458427996977304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113458427996977304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-decided-to-continue-here.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113458232784237269</id><published>2005-12-15T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T02:21:47.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just realised that my last entry was like in november which means i havent blogged for like half a month. busy with work, its like that when ure in the retail line. you dont really have a life. yes but im not really complaining, got many debts to pay. oh well. i also realised that my blog looks super dull. no more pictures, no more colourful entries. plus i dont have a damned archive, so messy. so many things in my life needs changes and packing. i find it quite funny. i hate being messy but i hate packing too. okay, call me weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my wardrobe is like bursting but its strange cos i wear the same few pieces of clothing. nvm, thats part of being a female. as i was saying, im even borrowing half of my sisters wardrobe. so my mum decided to swap mine with my brothers cos theirs is much bigger. but you see, i hate packing so i havent really gotten down to packing. anyway, while i was at work, they revamped my whole room. ill add the picts when im not feeling lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was prom and the post party at indochine. forgetful pam forgot her camera so she had to borrow jia's extra camera so no pictures for now. not that i took many anyway. how stupid of me. taking pictures is like a big part of prom. well, too busy with the party. this is gonna be damn wordy. screw the rest of the details, ill go straight to the point. im depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113458232784237269?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113458232784237269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113458232784237269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113458232784237269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113458232784237269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-realised-that-my-last-entry-was.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113336873001317138</id><published>2005-12-01T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:27:53.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i finally got a top for prom, so theres just left the skirt to look for. sigh sigh, prom is nearing, havent got much time left. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we ate and fish and co today to celebrate dania's and phoebe's birthday before going jurong to ice skate. this being my first time, naturally i was doing it in a very unglam manner. and those super pro ice skaters had to glide and weave in and out of the pockets of crowd, what show-offs they were. but i had to admit, they were really good and damn fast. so there i was, taking tiny steps till it was so tiring. i guess it was cause i really didnt wanna fall down. lucky greg was also there to prevent me from falling. okay, but i still fell once, and i had so much difficulty getting up even with his help. i fell a second time, on my bum, in the process. providing entertainment for everyone as usual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha well, i had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113336873001317138?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113336873001317138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113336873001317138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113336873001317138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113336873001317138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-finally-got-top-for-prom-so-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113328402735883055</id><published>2005-11-30T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:07:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im super irritated and feel really insignificant because if a certain someone. its not just today, it was since last night. sometimes some people are just oblivious to how others may feel so this is the best way i can think of to make my irritation known! dont bother asking me what it is im irritated abt cause i aint telling. say whatever you like, thats just me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113328402735883055?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113328402735883055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113328402735883055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113328402735883055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113328402735883055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-super-irritated-and-feel-really.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113233172078151288</id><published>2005-11-19T03:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:02:00.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;im back! im so broke, spent like 800 there. the worst part is despite all that money, i havent gotten enough stuff there. hong kong is such a shopping haven. its really like what the advertisements say, shopping and eating and shopping and eating. i shop till 1 to 2 am everyday. yes, the shops open till 1 am. okay, so its back to work to earn money to repay my many debts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;oh, todays the last paper for many pple. im so so happy for my friends that they are finally done with a levels but yet im upset for myself cos it was suppose to be freedom day for me as well. so near yet so far. oh well, im just looking forward to all the partying. its been a long time. really cant wait to meet up with the losers on the 25th. to those bio student friends of mine, ure nearly there, we're waiting for u guys to go partying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;im lazy to put up pictures again. amazingly, i lost 3kg from all that shopping in hk. can u imagine how much i shopped. i love hong kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113233172078151288?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16120830.post-113146787650263058</id><published>2005-11-09T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:05:00.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;havent posted anything for so long. been so tired after work everyday. with those annoying supervisors picking on my 24/7. never choose to work there i tell you. i dont know whats wrong with them, but they just like to find something about me to pick on. irritating. cant wait for this period to be over. id rather work at the far east branch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mums been hospitalised but nothing that that serious. she didnt have enough blood and all. needed transfusion. the rest of my family visited her last evening while i was at work so this morning i went alone to visit her before my shift at 1130. im like my mum in many ways. she passed her emotional genes to me. when i saw her lying on the bed, i just started crying cos she looked like she was in alot of pain. she was so shocked she thought somebody bullied me. cos it was just the two of us, we talked alot and all in all it was a good bonding session. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, shes been discharged today. oh and, my aunt is bringing me to hong kong. oh my oh my, ive never been further than bangkok. i so so cannot wait. ill be like flying off this thurs or fri, its so sudden. i dont even have time to pack. so exciting. imagine, ill be shopping and eating and shopping and eating for 7 days and ill be back with like many more luggages. but the thing is i dont think i can get enough cash in such a short period of time for enough shopping so its gonna be kinda budget. well, so friends dont expect too much, ill try my best though. did i mention ill be going to china during one of those 7 days. ahhh, im going crazy. this reminds me, i need to get my bird flu jab.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also just remembered that i havent tailored my prom dress. gosh, so many things to do. its my off day tmr, ill like go to the tailor, then the doctor then pack my clothes and spend some quality time with my mum. then thurs is the last day at dreaded lido isetan den friday its off to hong kong. ahhh, life is good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and ill be getting my uob mini debit card next week. that really tiny cute card. i have not much use for it actually but i cant resist having such a cute card in my wallet. i have a fettish for these kinda small and cute gadgets like my nano which i already received. pretty pretty things i tell you. and ill be starting driving lessons soon. the things u can do when u turn 18.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113146787650263058?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113146787650263058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113146787650263058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113146787650263058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113146787650263058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2005/11/havent-posted-anything-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113033714798083616</id><published>2005-10-27T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:23:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;i finally decided to work at mystiz. okay, personally i think it should be spelled as mystiq instead of mystiz. but nvm im not the boss. i dont know why he had to post me to the iseten branch. i have to stand for like 8 hours straight. oh, but the boss promised to transfer me out after the 10th. hes actually is a very nice guy, in fact theres two brothers and they are both equally nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gave me 2 skirts to wear to work, for free. and i could take my time to chose and try on which skirt i wanted. somehow, from our conversations, he found out that make my own earings so he told me to show them to him and if its nice he'll allow me to sell them in his shop. wonderful wonderful. im another step closer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so now i work 6 days a week. the idea is to pack my time with work work and more work so i wont have time to feel lonely while all my friends are either busy studying for A's or doing pw. i started work on monday cos i assumed i didnt hafta go to sch since the sch didnt have any related lessons planned for me for the whole week. i didnt see why i hafta go to sch if i have no lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my teacher msged me to tell me to go to sch today to collect my report card. being an obedient student, i took my only off day of the week to go to sch, only to find out that "its not ready yet". the rest, well, i suppose you can imagine how i reacted. i shall not elaborate further in case i get into trouble. okay, im gonna stop here before i go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113033714798083616?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113033714798083616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113033714798083616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113033714798083616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113033714798083616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-finally-decided-to-work-at-mystiz.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16120830.post-113032399911030150</id><published>2005-10-23T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:08:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;im too lazy to try and recall what happened over this past few days/weeks. my memory has never been that fantastic anyway. But well, a picture is worth a thousand words. just some random shots to sum up the happenings lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place i both love and hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-03471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-03471.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the pillar in the gallery the losers painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pam. T the artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the new baby of the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0352.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; told you it was gonna be mine, partly at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0353.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lionel's cool chinese character phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0364.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love this belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0365.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes i just crave badly for bbq-ed marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;from left to right: the black, the brown and the white =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0370.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so we were in the toilet and they were tryna smile like me, not showing teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0373.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rizwan didnt turn up for class photo taking. so, to make him appear in the picture..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i saw this beautiful thing at princessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one if the mp3 i had to promote at the roadshow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chelsea thinks this looks like a pager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0377.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the super small mp4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/1600/Photo-0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6689/1518/320/Photo-0381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16120830-113032399911030150?l=beadedaffair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/feeds/113032399911030150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16120830&amp;postID=113032399911030150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113032399911030150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16120830/posts/default/113032399911030150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-too-lazy-to-try-and-recall-what.html' title=''/><author><name>pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13974685841023302709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
