<?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-29205357</id><updated>2011-11-22T15:01:18.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ All I have</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>358</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-3590440849861189075</id><published>2011-11-22T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:01:18.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Formal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I still prefer the term Prom, but heck since i'm in Australia may as well adapt to that. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So yesterday I jumped outta bed around 10am, got all ready, sat home watching the American Music Awards whilst waiting to meet Suzy at 2.30pm. Got my necklace, then when by Adam's workplace to see him on his first day. :) Suzy and I got our hair done at about 3 and then headed off to Darling Harbour at 4. Initially wanted my hair to be a simple high, straight ponytail with a bump at the top, but I got convinced by the nice hairdresser lady that I should have curls since I've never had for it before, and I agree it looked a lot better. As we were walking to the hotel I suddenly realised something terrible.. I forgot my ticket! But it was all good, Adam managed to pick it up from my mom (thank god). So we met Toby, Ray and William at the hotel place, then started getting ready: ironing dresses and putting on makeup. Adam swung by the hotel a bit early at 6.30. I couldn't find him at first, I walked out of the hotel with the boys who met up with Jason and Anthony, and then I walked back inside. I turned around and there he was in his lovely grey suit, approached me with a smile, with the yellow-red corsage in his hands. He told me i looked amazing :') and proceeded to put the corsage on my hand. Headed to the blue bmw that his mom was driving, and he opened the door for me (feels weird to be treated extra nice! haha). We were sorta early but I think we took a wrong turn so we completely missed the point of an entrance as we ended up getting out of the nice car and walking. Hahaha. Several other early birds were there including Harrison, Ofir and Pam Wu, so we made some small talk. Awhile later we were allowed into the lounge room, but first being scanned for metals and being breathalyzed. Probably waited around for an hour or more, then entered the ballroom around 8pm i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The people at our table included: Suzy, Toby, Adam and I, Rachel, Ray, Jason and William. 3 main meals were served but to be honest they could have done a lot better. The entree consisted of prawns and avocado, the main meal had chicken, asparagus and two rice cakes. For dessert they served chocolate cupcakes. Considering we paid $110 each and chicken isn't expensive, they really could have done better. I suppose the money went to paying for a DJ and the waiters/waitresses and cooks. As we were given desert, Sam and Jordan gave out the funny awards - e.g. most likely to end up in hospital, worst drunk, most likely to get married, best genes, best eyebrows, the 'Jock', most inappropriate... etc. In my opinion, it was kinda exclusive because all these awards were given out to the people within their social group. They didn't really think about the year in general and especially since the awards were limited, the useless ones should have been changed to something else for another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anyways, around 9ish after desert and awards the music was cranked up and people started dancing. Suzy and Toby left kind of early, but the rest of us stayed till about 11.30. Played with the helium balloons with Besi and a couple of other people, awkwardly stood on the dancefloor trying to dance hahahaha and we watched the cute teachers dance. :) OH and we dared Rachel and Ray to kiss, since Rach was unwilling Harrison kissed Ofir on the lips so that they would do it, and eventually Ray kissed Rach on the cheek. Adam kissed me on the cheek when he was dared to, it wasn't that much of a big deal for the two of us. Haha. :P And Ray kissed Harrison on the lips wtf?! hahaha such a weird night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So yeah Ray, Rachel, Adam and I caught a cab back to Suzy's hotel at around 11.30. Sat around, talked a bit, played spin the bottle (truth/dare) and Ray had to kiss Rachel again (which he did willingly), and Will kissed me on the cheek. I think truth or dare has lost its value. Haha. All we used to do was to dare someone to shout out the window or smell somebody's foot (dawn's party anyone?), and now that we're all 'grown up' its just kissing! Anyways, Adam's mom drove round to pick us up at 1am, and that's the end of the night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3590440849861189075?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3590440849861189075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3590440849861189075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3590440849861189075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3590440849861189075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/11/formal-i-still-prefer-term-prom-but_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-9070537139406563045</id><published>2011-11-22T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:00:46.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer the term Prom, but heck since i'm in Australia may as well adapt to that. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I jumped outta bed around 10am, got all ready, sat home watching the American Music Awards whilst waiting to meet Suzy at 2.30pm. Got my necklace, then when by Adam's workplace to see him on his first day. :) Suzy and I got our hair done at about 3 and then headed off to Darling Harbour at 4. Initially wanted my hair to be a simple high, straight ponytail with a bump at the top, but I got convinced by the nice hairdresser lady that I should have curls since I've never had for it before, and I agree it looked a lot better. As we were walking to the hotel I suddenly realised something terrible.. I forgot my ticket! But it was all good, Adam managed to pick it up from my mom (thank god). So we met Toby, Ray and William at the hotel place, then started getting ready: ironing dresses and putting on makeup. Adam swung by the hotel a bit early at 6.30. I couldn't find him at first, I walked out of the hotel with the boys who met up with Jason and Anthony, and then I walked back inside. I turned around and there he was in his lovely grey suit, approached me with a smile, with the yellow-red corsage in his hands. He told me i looked amazing :') and proceeded to put the corsage on my hand. Headed to the blue bmw that his mom was driving, and he opened the door for me (feels weird to be treated extra nice! haha). We were sorta early but I think we took a wrong turn so we completely missed the point of an entrance as we ended up getting out of the nice car and walking. Hahaha. Several other early birds were there including Harrison, Ofir and Pam Wu, so we made some small talk. Awhile later we were allowed into the lounge room, but first being scanned for metals and being breathalyzed. Probably waited around for an hour or more, then entered the ballroom around 8pm i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people at our table included: Suzy, Toby, Adam and I, Rachel, Ray, Jason and William. 3 main meals were served but to be honest they could have done a lot better. The entree consisted of prawns and avocado, the main meal had chicken, asparagus and two rice cakes. For dessert they served chocolate cupcakes. Considering we paid $110 each and chicken isn't expensive, they really could have done better. I suppose the money went to paying for a DJ and the waiters/waitresses and cooks. As we were given desert, Sam and Jordan gave out the funny awards - e.g. most likely to end up in hospital, worst drunk, most likely to get married, best genes, best eyebrows, the 'Jock', most inappropriate... etc. In my opinion, it was kinda exclusive because all these awards were given out to the people within their social group. They didn't really think about the year in general and especially since the awards were limited, the useless ones should have been changed to something else for another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, around 9ish after desert and awards the music was cranked up and people started dancing. Suzy and Toby left kind of early, but the rest of us stayed till about 11.30. Played with the helium balloons with Besi and a couple of other people, awkwardly stood on the dancefloor trying to dance hahahaha and we watched the cute teachers dance. :) OH and we dared Rachel and Ray to kiss, since Rach was unwilling Harrison kissed Ofir on the lips so that they would do it, and eventually Ray kissed Rach on the cheek. Adam kissed me on the cheek when he was dared to, it wasn't that much of a big deal for the two of us. Haha. :P And Ray kissed Harrison on the lips wtf?! hahaha such a weird night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah Ray, Rachel, Adam and I caught a cab back to Suzy's hotel at around 11.30. Sat around, talked a bit, played spin the bottle (truth/dare) and Ray had to kiss Rachel again (which he did willingly), and Will kissed me on the cheek. I think truth or dare has lost its value. Haha. All we used to do was to dare someone to shout out the window or smell somebody's foot (dawn's party anyone?), and now that we're all 'grown up' its just kissing! Anyways, Adam's mom drove round to pick us up at 1am, and that's the end of the night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-9070537139406563045?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/9070537139406563045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=9070537139406563045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/9070537139406563045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/9070537139406563045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/11/formal-i-still-prefer-term-prom-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-831099602468339004</id><published>2011-10-10T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:18:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I do wonder if you think about the things I think about. I never want to hear you talking about leaving. For a person like you, who has moved around so much and dealt with so much separation, I suppose you don't know how much it would hurt for a person like me. You revolve around everything I do. I don't know what else this place means without you. I should probably learn to slowly detach myself from you, but the sooner that you are going to leave the more time I want to spend with you. It feels like after this, I won't see you anymore. I know that's silly, but it does genuinely feel like that. When you say 'settle down' over there, it's like you wanna forget everything else in your past, start anew over there and slowly adapt to it. I don't wanna be like your other best friends that are forgotten once you move. I don't wanna move on without telling you every little detail of new experiences, new people, new places. I wish you could stay. I know you can't. &amp;nbsp;What if you never come back? Not even to visit. You don't have much reason to come back. I don't think I'm a suffice reason. What about all your future plans? All the ones you told me about. The little details.&amp;nbsp;What if you meet a new person? If she's everything you ever wanted, everything you always told me about. You could live out your life where you wished, it would work out perfectly for you. What if, despite what you said about marriage and kids, it worked out for you? What if I never find anyone else like you? What if again I return to the unfamiliar feeling of the frightening new places? Where will you be? When you're over there, will you forget my presence? Will you remember all the fun times we had? Will you remember about the plans we had for our own futures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You. No one else. There is no one else like you. Not one that vaguely resembles you, your personality. You are honestly one of a kind. Nobody else sharing the same enthusiasm for animals as I. Nobody else like you as interested and excited when it comes to science. Nobody else feels the same passiveness to the foreboding, scary world. I don't know what to be without you around. This place seems so much more scary without you. The thought of being without you is scary. I'll miss you. Your hugs, your hopes, your happiness. I'll miss your presence. Your blue eyes, my favourite colour. I'll miss the laughs we shared. We almost always never fail to have a good time. We never have awkward silences. We never fought. I wish the past few years went by slower. The thought of you leaving never left my head. Now that the thought is turning into reality it is ever more daunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Don't leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-831099602468339004?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/831099602468339004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=831099602468339004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/831099602468339004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/831099602468339004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/10/youre-only-thing-i-know-like-back-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2079486110152098945</id><published>2011-09-28T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:08:17.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we graduated last Wednesday.. A bit late to post. Hahaha better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Caught the bus and met Suzy and Toby on it, then met Adam while walking up the hill. Adam and I got our shirts signed by all our teachers and a couple of friends. I miss Ms Andre's chem class.. ): She was telling the year about how she loved our year 11 chem class the most and she misses being a chem teacher instead of a vp.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a couple of guys from our year turned up to school with like 200 goon sacks tied together and ran around the place but bolted when Ms Andre arrived.&lt;br /&gt;We headed for the beach after we got all our shirts signed. Gary was so nice, driving everyone there :)&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day, but we didn't really do much. There were a lot of people there that we didn't really affiliate with (a lot of them got really drunk..) so we went around the shops, got some food, slurpees.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I left pretty early and he came over to mine for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom fetched my mom and I around 6.30pm to go to the graduation ceremony together. I'm so surprised I got an honours award! (I really don't know what that is based on, but 12 people got it) And Adam got a Richard Anderson award for Art! (don't really know what that is either.. haha but he's the only one that got it out of 2 Art classes!) There were a couple of performances by my wonderfully talented schoolmates :) And Campbell made a absolutely wonderful and entertaining valedictorian speech, boy that kid can write. He started off by talking about the board of studies, then moved on to talk about how they made us learn about belonging and towards the end he went on to talk about longing to be. Hahaha. You had to be there, it was awesome. I'm jealous about how talented he is, he got so many awards.. pretty much one award for each subject, and for being school captain, and for contributing to the school.. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the graduation ceremony ended at around 9pm. I've been cooped up at home trying to study ever since, but haven't gotten very far. I don't know why its so hard for me to concentrate. Right now I should be doing my english essay instead of typing up this seemingly useless post and telling myself 'its for the memories'. So off I should go, I should go off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2079486110152098945?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2079486110152098945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2079486110152098945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2079486110152098945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2079486110152098945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-we-graduated-last-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-241232477161686801</id><published>2011-09-10T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:59:10.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/10/1626.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/10/s_1626.jpg' border='0' width='275' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch a piano recital for the first time with Adam and the moms. The pianist is polish and he was playing some compositions by a few famous polish composers, including Chopin. For the most I enjoyed it, but some parts made me remember why I hate playing classical music because sometimes it seems like you're just nonsensically pounding on the keys. For the more enjoyable parts that I paid more attention to, I could see how dedicated and focused he was simply from the movements of his eyebrows. I also noticed several other people, who probably fantastic musicians, that were gently swaying their heads with their eyes closed in sync with the music. They probably thoroughly appreciated and enjoyed it. Haha I find it a little hard to appreciate classical music well enough. Had Pancakes On The Rocks for a late dinner at around 10. Got home at 12. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-241232477161686801?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/241232477161686801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=241232477161686801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/241232477161686801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/241232477161686801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/09/piano-recital.html' title='Piano recital'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-7388460449961951337</id><published>2011-08-17T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:52:23.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To celebrate my birthday, on Friday the few of us went bowling after our chem paper: Adam, Suzy, Toby, Tooka, Rachel and Henry. We met up around 5ish, we had some nachos and played 2 games of bowling. Then we had some fun playing with the mini arcade that they had at the alley. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the moms, me and Adam went to walk Nala at centennial. Heheheee was really fun with all these dogs coming up to us :) yesterday we caught rise of the planet of the apes which was pretty good I reckon! Few loopholes though haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the last 5 weeks of school.. Gosh I can't imagine that our last rollcall is coming so soon. Always thought it would be a lot later. Wow graduating soon. On one hand it's exciting to finish high school and movie on to uni, as well as going to formal (prom). But on the other hand everyone is going different ways for sure. There's a lot less chance that you'd have people going to the same course as you. Three more months and goodbye high school! I think I'll miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-7388460449961951337?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7388460449961951337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=7388460449961951337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7388460449961951337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7388460449961951337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-celebrate-my-birthday-on-friday-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2942137917633803021</id><published>2011-08-10T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:08:32.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;In the final hour I'll be the confident coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys! Feels like I haven't posted in quite awhile.Exam period right now. 5 papers last week, 3 this week. One more to go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading my old blog posts lately. I honestly think blogging is great now cause it brought back so many memories for me that I haven't thought about in a long time. Shows all these significant events that happened over the past couple of years as I was growing up.. And I can definitely see that I've grown to be the better person I wanted to be. I wish I blogged more frequently. I think from now on I'll get back into that habit (since I got the app on my iPod hehe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have indeed come a long way. I can't believe I'm turning 17. When I was younger I used to think 16 year olds were mature and so grown up. But now that I look back I realize we kids are still pretty childish at 16. Hahaha. Still trying to get what we want, not grown up enough to make proper decisions. We're still kids. We've still got time. One more year and I'll be considered an adult. I still remember being 9 and telling myself becoming 10 will be the biggest change - becoming a "big kid". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how old you are, you'll remain as important to others as you did when you were younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/09/5592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/09/s_5592.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2942137917633803021?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2942137917633803021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2942137917633803021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2942137917633803021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2942137917633803021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-final-hour-i-be-confident-coward.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-1948830936244660023</id><published>2011-06-09T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:12:42.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Johnny Depp! &lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/e/57430.gif' border='0' align='left' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-1948830936244660023?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1948830936244660023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=1948830936244660023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1948830936244660023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1948830936244660023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-yes-happy-birthday-johnny-depp.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-5725174234469936430</id><published>2011-05-21T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:26:57.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Multiracial my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next&amp;nbsp;Caucasian&amp;nbsp;that refers to me as an Asian or me and my group of friends as 'the Asians' will be punched in the face so hard by me that they'll have to get their brain reconstructed. We don't go around calling you 'The Caucasians' now, DO WE? SO STOP REFERRING TO US AS 'THE ASIANS'. WE ARE ALL OF THE SAME KIND. So shut your face you arrogant westerner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed in the supposedly multiracial/multicultural society I'm living in. Jeez, what is wrong with society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-5725174234469936430?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5725174234469936430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=5725174234469936430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5725174234469936430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5725174234469936430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/05/multiracial-my-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-7656490494842470194</id><published>2011-04-29T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T20:42:38.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Don't think its fair for us to turn around and say &lt;i&gt;goodbye&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hello again :) its been awhile hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, well my holidays have just ended.. for some reason it never crossed my mind to post during the holidays. Hahaha. I have roughly 100 more school days left. That is getting quite nerve wrecking. Giving up uniform wearing, the homework, the tests, the final exam.. Never thought that would happen. And not this fast.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I'd like to raise to anybody who reads this, I'd like to ask: What motivates you? Be it to study, to wake up in the morning, to go to work, to your commitments.. etc. I'd like to know :) Because to be honest, I find it hard to gain the motivation and the drive to continue studying every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were wondering what I was doing in my 2 and a half week break, and you didn't see the photos on facebook, I've gone mushroom picking (which was so much fun! new found joy), fishing, swimming, picked up tennis, and pretty much just watching a couple of movies. :) I'll post in more detail about mushroom picking with pictures the next post. Stay tuned... hehehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-7656490494842470194?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7656490494842470194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=7656490494842470194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7656490494842470194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7656490494842470194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-think-its-fair-for-us-to-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-3166465810994856288</id><published>2011-02-21T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:33:42.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Truth is, I often feel &lt;i&gt;inferior&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3166465810994856288?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3166465810994856288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3166465810994856288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3166465810994856288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3166465810994856288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/02/truth-is-i-often-feel-inferior.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-5706291419188091587</id><published>2011-02-03T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:21:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Already broken, already gone. Already know you're moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you when I feel like telling you things I want you to hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you put in so much effort for _. When it was your day I spent so much time making you a nice card, visiting your place the first time when you were sick, and I even brought cake to your house. Unfortunately I also brought _ that day. Screw that. Tell me why you spend so much time with me if everyone around me tells me you're crazy about her. You avoid the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not remember when that used to be us?&lt;br /&gt;Why should you have an impact on me at all, why should you care about me, why are you doing so many small nice things everyday that I appreciate very much but you never see? Why does this bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I still don't know how to act, don't know what to say. Still wear the scars like it was yesterday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-5706291419188091587?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5706291419188091587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=5706291419188091587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5706291419188091587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5706291419188091587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/02/already-broken-already-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-4686807492622122693</id><published>2011-01-29T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:00:04.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"There will be a smile on my face and the kettle on, and it will be just like you were never gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna know something that scares me? I don't want reality to feel like something I'm unfamiliar with. I don't want time to keep ticking and things to keep changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I think this trip back home was by far the best. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-4686807492622122693?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4686807492622122693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=4686807492622122693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4686807492622122693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4686807492622122693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-will-be-smile-on-my-face-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-5301219415585692192</id><published>2010-12-25T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:27:26.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; Christmas&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; people&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has actually flown by so quickly its unbelievable. It's a wee bit scary to be moving on to new things so quickly. I feel it was only last month I heard someone say "writing the year 2010 feels funny". Hahaha, I feel like coming up with a new year's resolution but i have a feeling I won't stick to it. :P &lt;br /&gt;3/4 BLXP yesterday at Serene's. :D (sleepover + bbq)&lt;br /&gt;After so long and it felt really really lovely :) Lingluan hurry up and come back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-5301219415585692192?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5301219415585692192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=5301219415585692192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5301219415585692192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5301219415585692192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-people-2010-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-229547980307017193</id><published>2010-11-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:48:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shoutout to ZiChyuan who's been keeping me company for quite awhile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fine if you were wondering, although the weather hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;There was a thunderstorm last night, and there was even hail. I've never seen hail in my life, but this time I couldn't really see it, but i could hear it. There was continuous lightning for two hours. Yes, it's scary. And this weather is gonna continue for the whole week. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-229547980307017193?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/229547980307017193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=229547980307017193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/229547980307017193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/229547980307017193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/11/shoutout-to-zichyuan-whos-been-keeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2921670674889412672</id><published>2010-11-01T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:00:59.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised how long its been since I last posted. (this is the 366th post, and I can officially say that I could've have posted once a day for a year) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we all know my posts don't get any more interesting than another episode of 'what I did today'.&lt;br /&gt;Lets pick up where I left off. At the vet. :D&lt;br /&gt;So work experience was awesome, and then my dad came over, we went to the aquarium, wildlife park.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octoberrrr marked the begnning of a new term, and a new school year (technically just for the year 11s of 2010). So in one year's time, I'd be doing my test for admission into uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scares me just as much as it scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this month, December will come and back home is where i'm goin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2921670674889412672?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2921670674889412672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2921670674889412672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2921670674889412672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2921670674889412672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-realised-how-long-its-been-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-1237119119491852114</id><published>2010-09-28T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:41:43.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/TKGSpbbi3RI/AAAAAAAAAuk/46qoTinz88M/s1600/likebk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/TKGSpbbi3RI/AAAAAAAAAuk/46qoTinz88M/s320/likebk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No, it doesn't mean Burger King. It is the name of the dog I met while I was at work experience. (That's not him in the pic but it looks just like him [off of &lt;span class="rg_ctlv"&gt;&lt;span id="rg_hr"&gt;bordercollietraining.net]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he's a border collie lab mix) When I first got to work today, cleaning the cages of the cats, he was crying so loudly that I could hear him from the next room. He had surgery on his joint after Dodger (a young staffy) had his similar surgery. Dodger made me realise how similar animals are compared to humans. After his surgery, when he was waking up from the anesthetic (before he was given painkillers), he was crying really loudly. Like actually, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. He sobbed, he took a deep breath, and then sobbed again. You could &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; how much pain he was in. I was told that staffy's are quite vocal and make many different noises, however he still managed to change the atmosphere around him. It was then BK's turn to have surgery to fix his joint (yes I got to see a lot of blood). When he woke up a couple of hours later, he started to whine again. So i opened the cage door and sat down next to him. He quietly sat up, leaning against me and quite surprisingly immediately calmed down. I put my arm over him and it felt like I was a dog owner whose dog stood by her with overwhelming loyalty. So once he settled down nicely (head down, still by my side), I got up and went to look at other animals (I'm not being mean to such a loyal dog, but I sat with him for about 20 minutes). As soon as I left the room, he started to whine and cry. I looked at him, and he stopped. So again, I sat next to him. One of the vets came in and told me that he suffers from separation anxiety, where the animal feels very very insecure without its owner or without attention. I'm never gonna forget the look on his face and the way he cried out for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dodger the crying staffy was surprisingly calm when the anesthesia wore off. &lt;br /&gt;Becoming a vet is gonna be hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-1237119119491852114?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1237119119491852114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=1237119119491852114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1237119119491852114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1237119119491852114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/09/bk-no-it-doesnt-mean-burger-king.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/TKGSpbbi3RI/AAAAAAAAAuk/46qoTinz88M/s72-c/likebk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-4602698761601149158</id><published>2010-09-03T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:39:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see the skies are changing, no longer shades of blue.</title><content type='html'>Things can definitely change pretty quickly. Where is time when you need it?Well spring has just arrived. Warmer days 8) but exams till the end of September. I managed to get work experience at the vet. Yay!! :D I'm sorry this is such a short update :/ I've got heaps of things to do. Well it's not like people read this blog anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for December. :) 3 more months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-4602698761601149158?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4602698761601149158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=4602698761601149158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4602698761601149158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4602698761601149158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-can-see-skies-are-changing-no-longer.html' title='I can see the skies are changing, no longer shades of blue.'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-8386705573752247330</id><published>2010-08-14T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:58:10.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better believe I'm fearless.</title><content type='html'>Although I had to spend my birthday studying for maths, I reckon it was a pretty good one. I had so many wishes on facebook that totally made me feel loved :) &lt;br /&gt;People that I haven't spoken to in years started talking to me. Even though i didn't have a big party like '06, I enjoyed a hot pot with some close friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/13/2424.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/13/s_2424.jpg' border='0' width='450' height='311' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-8386705573752247330?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8386705573752247330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=8386705573752247330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8386705573752247330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8386705573752247330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/08/better-believe-i-fearless.html' title='Better believe I&amp;#39;m fearless.'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6055277113989190630</id><published>2010-07-28T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:46:21.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's something about a puppy in distress in the pet store, something about its worried cries.&lt;br /&gt;The labrador sitting in a small enclosed space that's wayyy too small for him, was whining and crying to the people on the other side of the glass, begging for them to set him free i suppose. Baby labradors are soooo adorable, I'm surprised nobody bought him. I could tell by his size that he's been in that glass box for too long. When they grow larger the shop owners usually drop their price. Probably one reason why I'd rather work in a shelter than to a pet store. I can't stop thinking about his crying. I faced him on the other side of the glass, he looked at me, paced around and cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm moving this Sunday. I guess I won't really miss this apartment, taking the fact that I've never had many distinct memories in the last two years here. My new apartment has facilities and is a lot more convenient, so hopefully I'll settle in easy. Mmhmm, gonna finish reading 1984 (George Orwell) and then continue packing.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Adam recently got me watching The Big Bang Theory (from Darwin) and now I'm glued to the show. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6055277113989190630?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6055277113989190630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6055277113989190630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6055277113989190630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6055277113989190630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/07/theres-something-about-puppy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-4294471453059395711</id><published>2010-07-20T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:27:39.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To put a smile back on your face.</title><content type='html'>I love how we have so much in common. &lt;br /&gt;I love how it's never awkward even when it's quiet. &lt;br /&gt;I love how you see me from a different perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you think you're ugly because I think you're absolutely gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;I hate how I miss you immediately after we say goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;I hate how we don't have enough time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/20/894.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/20/s_894.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how we click like peas in a pot. &lt;br /&gt;I love how we think the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;I love how I feel safe when you're around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I feel because we both know what us coming for us. &lt;br /&gt;I hate how time goes by too quickly whenever I'm with you. &lt;br /&gt;I hate how I know I can't be with you, can't be without you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-4294471453059395711?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4294471453059395711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=4294471453059395711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4294471453059395711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4294471453059395711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-put-smile-back-on-your-face.html' title='To put a smile back on your face.'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6488870485581070055</id><published>2010-07-04T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:06:58.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you so sure that I am insecure.</title><content type='html'>Just got home from sara's party. Being the party pooper that I always am, I didn't have much fun. There were over 20 people in one room dancing to deafening music, while I kinda sat there awkwardly. Adam tried to get me to dance but you know me, I'm not a dancer :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some cake, stood around, talked a bit and then came home. They're probably gonna have more fun now that I'm gone since I make things awkward. They were beginning spin-the-bottle, that's why I went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'm no fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6488870485581070055?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6488870485581070055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6488870485581070055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6488870485581070055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6488870485581070055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-are-you-so-sure-that-i-am-insecure.html' title='How are you so sure that I am insecure.'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6894948378531769327</id><published>2010-07-03T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:15:57.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm losing you and it's effortless.</title><content type='html'>My holidays have just begun :D&lt;br /&gt;Going to Sara's costume party tomorrow, I'm going as a pirate. Hahaha. I'm so glad school is over. I totally need a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to Darwin this holidays! :) Adam's coming with. Yay x2! Was originally going there with my mom to meet my dad, then Adam and Harrison wanted to come along cause it's gonna be warm there 8) but Harrison has a tight budget so he's not going. Hopefully it won't be awkward!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6894948378531769327?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6894948378531769327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6894948378531769327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6894948378531769327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6894948378531769327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-losing-you-and-it-effortless.html' title='I&amp;#39;m losing you and it&amp;#39;s effortless.'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-4973943308628712676</id><published>2010-06-25T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:16:55.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a groom with a paper ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Got an A for my English essay for the film analysis of Shakespeare. Yay! I knew my hard work would pay off somewhere. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, next week is the last day of school. :) And I'll finally get the break I think I need. Off to Darwin and/or Port Stephens! hehe yay I'm so excited ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-4973943308628712676?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4973943308628712676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=4973943308628712676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4973943308628712676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4973943308628712676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/06/half-of-my-heart-is-shotgun-wedding-to.html' title='Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a groom with a paper ring.'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-4196911534541836969</id><published>2010-06-20T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:20:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Everything is quiet as she waits to tell him who she is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like any other grocery day. All the way to Chinatown and all the way back. Except today my friends had planned an outing. Initially they wanted to go watch 'Karate Kid'. But they ended up going to karoke. Yes. Noticed how I've used 'they' instead of 'we'? Well, we casually talked about it at school and I said maybe I'd go. It ends up being me sitting at home at 2pm asking them if they're still going because I wasn't informed when and where. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe cause we're meeting at 4 so he thought you wouldn't be able to stay for long since you have to leave early. " said Adam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I admit karoke isn't my thing. But they could have at least told me about it, right? Oh my friends, my faithful friends. Harrison ends up telling me(obviosly not sober) on msn how they're all drunk, on bong, smoking, whatever. Ok. Now that is upsetting and just disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I get insulted for being too anxious about my studies. I 'take things too seriously'. &lt;br /&gt;#2 I always get left out for outings like this and nobody is willing to attend anything I plan. &lt;br /&gt;#3 just because other people assume things about me doesn't mean it's always true. "I thought you wouldn't be able to make it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS able to make it. &lt;br /&gt;Point is, I didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause I obviously like to spend my weekend doing groceries? I don't mind being outside with my mom, it's nothing to be ashamed about.&lt;br /&gt;Then why didn't I wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, like I said above, karoke isn't my thing. Alright, and I'll admit that feeling left out is my fault anyway since I didn't want to go. Secondly, I always get too caught up in how I dress when I'm out with my friends. Thirdly, I know I just won't fit in. I'll just be that annoying stingy brat that is holding back the fun and finding everything offensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why I get obsessed with the way I look when I'm with them? Well damn right, I'm worried about how I look. Do I look too 12-year-old-ish? Are my clothes too dull? Is my hair too awful? My face too full of faults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never too worried about this in singapore. I basically wore what I wanted, whenever. I was never concerned with the impressions I made on other people, because I knew that there were so many people around me that were just like me. However, i feel this massive insecurity when I'm out with my friends here. I somehow don't feel welcomed, not at ease, not comfortable. It's not the comfort that I got from after-school movies in sg. Or the comfort I get from having a simple lunch with voonjin, xinyi, singyee, guojian and jiamin and the people. Or the comfort of having a nice dinner with blxp at al-ameen. Or just sitting, talking and enjoying every minute of each other's company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kind of insecurity of trying to give the best impressions to other people. To let them think that I'm not just an all-study person. To boost that impression that I'm capable of having an actual social life. I'm capable of having fun hobbies. I'm capable of being moderately popular. Being respected. Being in place. Being truly happy and satisfied that I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not capable of doing any of these things on my own. In Singapore we grew up together. We built similar hobbies together. We built our social life together. We built an everlasting friendship together. We built happiness, together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do now that I'm on my own. Because I honestly don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-4196911534541836969?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4196911534541836969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=4196911534541836969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4196911534541836969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4196911534541836969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/06/everything-is-quiet-as-she-waits-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-8470439244325265922</id><published>2010-06-16T12:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:58:08.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness. Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Gone for now feels alot like gone for good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard, but study hard consistently.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble staying focused. Even though its only two tests, I feel the maximum stress and worry today. Cause I know that I'm not gonna do well, and that scares me.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you get your motivation from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-8470439244325265922?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8470439244325265922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=8470439244325265922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8470439244325265922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8470439244325265922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/06/happiness-breaks-your-faith-to-pieces.html' title='Happiness. Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor.'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-8248146480929768252</id><published>2010-06-09T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:28:43.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Johnny Depp (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/08/2605.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/08/s_2605.jpg' border='0' width='162' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Johnny! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, already 47. Still as awesome. :) Shut up I know it's weird. hahaha. I think the craze went down. I still think he's an awesome guy though. He seems like such a good role model as a father and a celebrity. He also has a very good reputation and he's highly respected. Well, more great work from him to come. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-8248146480929768252?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8248146480929768252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=8248146480929768252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8248146480929768252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8248146480929768252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-johnny-d-waiting-for.html' title='Happy birthday Johnny Depp (:'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2733452087454152752</id><published>2010-06-07T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:06:22.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got full marks on the assignment and yet you still pick on me in class like I'm a dumbass Asian who doesn't understand a word about what you're talking about. You don't even give me a chance to speak when I want to, and yet you want me to speak up. Seriously, what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss do you mean the third box instead of the second?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, what did I say? Second. Class, count it. ONE, TWO."&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later she realised she was wrong, and I was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that economics is the only class I don't ask questions in. Can people stop bloody judging me just because I'm Asian? Doesn't make me any less like the Caucasians either does it? It's not like they're any better anyway. jeez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid day, (I'm quite embarrassed actually.) at school today *sigh* down in the dumps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2733452087454152752?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2733452087454152752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2733452087454152752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2733452087454152752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2733452087454152752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-got-full-marks-assignment-and-yet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6505327478857721239</id><published>2010-06-04T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:52:28.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your colourful shoes and mismatched socks.</title><content type='html'>Today's weather is crazyyyyy. There's been flash rains, heavy rains, drizzles, gloomy clouds the whole day. We were intending to go to the light festival after school if the rain hopefully cleared, but obviously it didn't clear. hahah. There were massive puddles at school and some dumb kids were gladly getting wet and jumping into the puddles. Luckily for me it was only drizzling on my way home. (TGIF!) &lt;br /&gt;It's 15 degree outside now and the tree outside my house fell. It's broken at the stump and for some reason I feel a tinge of sadness. Trees take years and years to grow so big and tall, and all it takes is one bad weather day to destroy all the years of growth. I sound like a huge tree hugger right now hahah didn't think I was one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclones, hurricanes and tornados. I'm scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6505327478857721239?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6505327478857721239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6505327478857721239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6505327478857721239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6505327478857721239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/06/your-colourful-shoes-and-mismatched.html' title='Your colourful shoes and mismatched socks.'/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-3213620216925918366</id><published>2010-05-31T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:37:44.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do but I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right ones are left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ups are the downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things eventually wither like leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet true friends stay true friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3213620216925918366?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3213620216925918366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3213620216925918366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3213620216925918366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3213620216925918366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-do-but-i-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2015865901443611473</id><published>2010-05-30T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:18:28.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a little shoutout for all the people taking their MT paper tomorrow. (; all the best! you know you can do it. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sarah and Serene:&lt;br /&gt;In p6 we always wished each other the night before our exams, telling each other to sleep early and not be a panda. So yes, sleep early girls, don't be pandas, and all the best of luck! Do yourselves and me proud. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2015865901443611473?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2015865901443611473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2015865901443611473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2015865901443611473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2015865901443611473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-little-shoutout-for-all-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-3913663261050539645</id><published>2010-05-28T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:15:55.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Do you wanna light the fire or are you scared to? Okay don't worry I'll do it for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how little things make a big impact. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3913663261050539645?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3913663261050539645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3913663261050539645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3913663261050539645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3913663261050539645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-wanna-light-fire-or-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-594982881399518003</id><published>2010-05-27T17:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:32:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parlez vous fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;çais? De toi &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;moi, je ne fais pas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uk0WuB-s2Tg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uk0WuB-s2Tg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney still makes my heart throb/stop 8D, but I really like this guy's version of it. Although the music is really calming and stuff so it doesn't really match the lyrics but who cares! As long as he sounds good (; skip the first 30 seconds if you don't wanna listen to the talking. (btw its soft when he speaks but it gets louder when he sings) People like this on youtube makes me wish I was more musically inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm trying to update more, and I also feel like being multilingual today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-594982881399518003?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/594982881399518003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=594982881399518003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/594982881399518003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/594982881399518003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/parlez-vous-francais-de-toi-moi-je-ne.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-886307099307785055</id><published>2010-05-25T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:46:56.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And the world around me disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uOo5tMXuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/d2OUEVuqrnk/s1600/Panorama+1+BLXP.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uOo5tMXuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/d2OUEVuqrnk/s320/Panorama+1+BLXP.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I was intending to come home from school and blog about how kinda lonely-&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; I feel sometimes because I don't have friends like &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;BLXP&lt;/span&gt; here. &lt;/div&gt;But what I realised was that I'm not looking for a replacement. I just feel sorta lonely because I never get that kinda girlfriends over here. I mean of course there are girl &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;buddys&lt;/span&gt; but its not the kinda, "&lt;i&gt;Hey lets go for lunch at wheresoever"&lt;/i&gt; or like &lt;i&gt;"I wanna talk to you!"&lt;/i&gt; or like &lt;i&gt;"Good luck on the first day of school!" &lt;/i&gt;Of course I have my two guy pals and they are sorta &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;girlyish&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) but it cant even compare to the friendship that &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;BLXP&lt;/span&gt; has showed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uOshwVnhI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Uc7d8RsdPjg/s1600/P1000070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uOshwVnhI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Uc7d8RsdPjg/s200/P1000070.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not even close, its far from being on par. Until you've lived isolated from all the friends and family you grew up with, you then realise how important and appreciated you are to them.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uZFNo5aTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/feNFr3CmGiU/s1600/P1000071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uZFNo5aTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/feNFr3CmGiU/s200/P1000071.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came back from school, looked in the cupboard and I saw the folder that the 3 of them gave me before I left back in Nov '08. I flipped through them, and I thought to myself, 'Look how much you're loved.' 36(yes, thirty six) A3 size hand written and decorated memories. The next thing that came into my mind was, 'Why don't I have friends like this here?' And my answers were lying right before me. &lt;i&gt;Friendship like this can never be replaced.&lt;/i&gt; The friends that bother showing up on your last day in your hometown, the friends that get angry at themselves for not being able to spend enough time with you, the friends that spend time and put all their heart and soul into making something special for you. Because soon all these people may not be as available to make time for you again, or vice &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. Soon, all these many days you took for granted will be stamped and labeled &lt;i&gt;'those days'&lt;/i&gt; in your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uY8qb0TmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/QQQT8yeAtcM/s1600/P1000066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uY8qb0TmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/QQQT8yeAtcM/s320/P1000066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uY3FjrNSI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UM_dcb47VC0/s1600/P1000064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uY3FjrNSI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UM_dcb47VC0/s200/P1000064.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really no reason for me to overreact when my friends over here annoy the crap out of me and keep embarrassing/humiliating me over and again because I should know them well enough by now. Boys will be boys. Its been about a year and a half, and well, I just wanna say that &lt;i&gt;I miss you guys&lt;/i&gt;. I've never been very humiliated and embarrassed at school when I was in Singapore, because I always understood the joke and nobody ever took it too far. Well, I'm not saying I'm embarrassed at school to the point of not showing my face in public or anything. No, its nothing serious, don't worry. Its just all these little comments and very repetitive jokes that just get more offensive and annoying over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uPk7haesI/AAAAAAAAAto/DuhI08eA3tg/s1600/P1000077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uPk7haesI/AAAAAAAAAto/DuhI08eA3tg/s200/P1000077.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, just gonna give a little shout out to all the people reading this. If you ever have a moment of time you feel depressed, unloved, uncared for or all alone, take out all of the letters that you have accumulated over time. &lt;i&gt;Look at all the reasons they wrote you a letter in the first place.&lt;/i&gt; Look at the time they took out of their own busy schedule for you. The pizza deliveries (aka paying a visit to the sick person), the sleepovers, movie marathons, the nearly-staying-up-all-night nights. I like how the serenity (no pun intended) and the solitude makes me realise these kind of things. Its nice to know that someones is still there mentally but not physically. Its nice to know that there's something to cheer me up whenever I'm down. So yes, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;BLXP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was right. &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;hey're&lt;/span&gt; always gonna be here&lt;/span&gt;, whether I like it or not. And I'm glad and&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;thankful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uY3FjrNSI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UM_dcb47VC0/s1600/P1000064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&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/29205357-886307099307785055?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/886307099307785055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=886307099307785055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/886307099307785055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/886307099307785055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-world-around-me-disappears.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S_uOo5tMXuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/d2OUEVuqrnk/s72-c/Panorama+1+BLXP.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-520288404392042072</id><published>2010-05-24T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:53:10.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I'm torn as I could be, wherever I roam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I said I was gonna update, and I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was pretty fun. It definitely wasn't as lively as I thought it would be, but you know, all you need is some close friends (;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us (Harry, tooka and me) bought him a tiramisu cake, then headed to his house. Met his little goldfish, haha, So yea, we basically talked, had cake, played with those sparkles thingys, watched some tv, helped him with his 1000 piece puzzle, had pizza, and that's it. I guess it was pretty fun. ;) It was basically just the four of us chilling and talking, wasn't too much of a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was kind of a degrading day. I dunno, just don't really feel very delighted or anything. I might just be tired. Or maybe I always blame the tiredness. And then I think about what I've pulled through before and I compare it with today, today is nothing. I guess I should stop comparing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I was thinking. I always feel how I want to become a good(maybe better) person. But I feel I have changed slightly. I may be more outspoken than before, but now I agree with myself that I should have rather continued being the quiet one. There are reasons for being quiet. There are reasons for a good person to be good. Whenever I open my mouth nowadays I realise its always something that revolves around me, or its an insult, or a comment disrespectful to somebody else. Well I was never like this before. I would never for no reason offend a stranger and call the person 'ugly' behind his/her back. I would never comment on how the person is dressed, or how the person acts. The more I think about my actions the more I hate being me. Even I would hate me if I were you (this is probably why I feel sometimes insecure, I don't even like myself). Which is exactly why I want to become a better person. Is this what maturity feels like? I want to be a better person, I want to be a better person, I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English word of the day: I want to be &lt;i&gt;irreproachable&lt;/i&gt; (i.e. very honest and morally good, impossible to criticize)&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I just want to expand my vocabulary, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-520288404392042072?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/520288404392042072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=520288404392042072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/520288404392042072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/520288404392042072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-im-torn-as-i-could-be-wherever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-750228754186991967</id><published>2010-05-18T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:00:08.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Don't be scared, its only love, baby, that we're falling in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos dias world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, more like buenos noches. Its 4 minutes to midnight I just felt like giving a little update.&lt;br /&gt;Adam's birthday is in two days, and we're celebrating it along with Harrison's house warming party. So yeah, hectic day coming right up. :D&lt;br /&gt;Right. Update tomorrow after i get the gifts ready. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-750228754186991967?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/750228754186991967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=750228754186991967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/750228754186991967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/750228754186991967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-be-scared-its-only-love-baby-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-1978670762226425592</id><published>2010-05-07T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:18:26.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I found letters and I found leavers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation. Probably the biggest fear among every person walking the planet. Doesn't anyone wonder why we are so afraid to move out of our comfort zones? Or why we are so afraid to be separated from things, people, places? You're wondering why I am questioning life aren't ya. Hahaha. Well I've been thinking, whats the deal with all of us blogging about our lives. And really who gives a shit about my life (why the hell do i question myself). I wouldn't say my life is boring, because everyday is a different day. There won't be another Friday the 7th of May of 2010 ever again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going round in circles and what I still wanna talk about is separation. I know that each one of us that are together now will eventually be separated sooner or later. &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Somehow sundown will follow the silence of sounds&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like separation, much less knowing when and where it will happen. &lt;br /&gt;We will all eventually end up in different places, and i guess some of us might change a little. But what I'm trying to convince myself is that separation is not a bad thing. When we meet again its not about the amount of time spent together, but its the amount of time appreciated and remembered down to each millisecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I'm not having a psychotic mental breakdown or whatever. I'm just having one of those spiritual inner journeys (haha english class). Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-1978670762226425592?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1978670762226425592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=1978670762226425592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1978670762226425592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1978670762226425592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-found-letters-and-i-found-leavers.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-956944037356282905</id><published>2010-04-28T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:11:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Try to put an end to all our doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I haven't been blogging ever since I came back. Hah. 2 school weeks go by faster than anything. Maybe cause of the long holiday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to you're wondering? A massive load of maths, chemistry (I'm supposed to summarise a whole chapter that we haven't been taught. wtf.), and basically yeah, school stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Its only been 1 term and 1 week and I've already used up ALL the pages in my math book. Wao. Okay. My exams are in the next two weeks. I'm NOT prepared at all. I'm only prepped for english I guess. Since its just creative writing and comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;Dang. The weather was about&amp;nbsp; 26 degrees last week. Over the weekend it dropped to 14 degrees. OMG. Yeah. So its cold now. I can enjoy a warm cuppa soup after school, feels nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maths, econ and chemistry time. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-956944037356282905?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/956944037356282905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=956944037356282905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/956944037356282905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/956944037356282905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/04/try-to-put-end-to-all-our-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-8637842228156519019</id><published>2010-04-15T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:53:01.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tell me what you're really here for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past week and a half have been pretty filled (except monday, yesterday and today).&lt;br /&gt;I was at the dentist last tuesday getting a regular cleaning, and the dentist had told me that my canine teeth are kinda flat, which would be caused by grinding of the teeth. I never knew I grind my teeth! She said it could be very unconscious grinding when I'm sleeping. So I have to get this night guard thing to wear to sleep, which is like what rugby players (or whatever else&amp;nbsp;athletes) wear before their game. It annoys the crap out of me! I now know what it feels like to have braces/retainers. I keep taking it out cause it feels like its pressing against some part of my mouth that makes me want to throw up. And it really restrains my front teeth! My front teeth get so sore in the morning. Does that mean it doesn't fit well? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I've been doing recently.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Marina barrage, relatives houses, aunt's jiao zhi's, meeting up with childhood friends, meeting up with some wrs people. Yepyup. I'm gonna elaborate about the meet ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday! Woo that was a fun day :D&lt;br /&gt;Met Joseph and caught the train and met up with Sarah. Went down to Somerset and caught the movie "Whip it". Well it wasn't that bad.. Drew Barrymore was hilarious! Yes HILARIOUS(bestie and Joe get the joke)! Haha. Walked around for a bit and it started to rain. Got on to the train to get to Lavender to meet my family while the other two (who were so lovely to wait for my train :D) headed back home. My dad drove us to our childhood friend's house (Nigel, Vanessa, Neville + their parents). Finally met up with them after 2 years!! Hahaha. Went to some hawker centre at Changi and had like a massive feast. :P We had a separate children's table. Haha. So we talked about all things.. from watching the very first episode of pokemon together in Phoenix, to stories from the navy, to stories from living in France/Australia. Its nice to meet them and not have any awkward silences, ya know? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to their place after dinner and talked about more stuff. Watched soccer (I know, unlikely..), had some tea and cookies, met Nigel's girlfriend and best friend. Left their house at 12am. Woahh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I was out with Voonjin, HsingLiang, Xinyi, Singyee, Guojian, Jiamin. Showed them my school magazine and they all flipped out(because of my extremely hot teachers. hahah). Was nice to see these faces again :D Walked around for a bit. Then Voonjin, Xinyi and Jiamin had to leave. My dad was gonna fetch me to collect my dental thing at 5.20. So these lovely people, Hsingliang, Singyee and Guojian :D stayed with me to wait. Hehehe. Was raining like maddd. O well. Good luck for your O's people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I've changed the music, and I'm starting to admire Hayley Williams of Paramore. :D Love their music. And they're all so young!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-8637842228156519019?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8637842228156519019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=8637842228156519019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8637842228156519019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8637842228156519019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/04/tell-me-what-youre-really-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-5750451588775481359</id><published>2010-04-04T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:22:13.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We're bound to be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as some of you would know I am now in Singapore! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finally got some time to blog. The airplane ride was long, kinda boring, and the food made me lose my appetite. Haha. Had awesome food for&amp;nbsp;Saturday's&amp;nbsp;lunch (on my mom's birthday :D) at geylang. Then met up with &amp;nbsp;Serene and Sarah. WOO! Had mos burger and I just couldn't stop laughing at everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, went to marina barrage with these two fellas and&amp;nbsp;Joseph. Serene made us take about a thousand photos, had subway, caught up :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Wednesday&amp;nbsp;before I left, i was supposed to go study chemistry with&amp;nbsp;Adam&amp;nbsp;because I was having some problems, but he ended up having an orthodontist appointment that he couldn't cancel in time. He ended up walking me home to get my cactus (the one he gave me for my last birthday). :D I checked the bus timings and it was supposed to come very soon so he ran down to the bus stop but the bus left even when the driver saw him. So he called me and we were making lame gestures towards each other through the window while talking on the phone. Haha. And I jokingly pointed behind him and said "there's your bus!", and it really was there. Oh well. hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday after school a whole group of us were supposed to hang out at the junction because it was my last day. Ended up being me and Adam shopping for crafts stuff and eating chocolate waffles at max brenner's while talking non-stop! That was the fastest 2 hour chit-chat session I've ever had. We never ran out of anything to say. Hahaha. I think its just cause he's really talkative. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-5750451588775481359?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5750451588775481359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=5750451588775481359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5750451588775481359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5750451588775481359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-bound-to-be-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6794064630641668900</id><published>2010-03-30T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:16:25.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adam:"Stop looking at him you sicko!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Why, you jealous? Okay then i'll look at you."&lt;br /&gt;Harry:"Why is it that whenever I look at you Pam, you're looking at Adam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hightlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's teaching my chem after school. ughh. Test on thursday. Then TO SINGAPORE(friday)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6794064630641668900?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6794064630641668900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6794064630641668900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6794064630641668900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6794064630641668900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/03/adamstop-looking-at-him-you-sicko-mewhy.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-7702650095592330703</id><published>2010-03-28T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:00:26.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If I am lost for a day, try and find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored of doing my economics assignment. 1/4 of the way through the third question. There are four questions. The last one has to be 1000 to 1200 words. ughhh. I don't really know what to write about either. I can't really find any information. Why can't everything be in one convenient website? I've already used 9 sources. Hahaha. O god. I hope i can finish this quick. I still have to do maths and study for chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the bright side we've got two double biology periods. I love bio cause all we do is copy notes and talk to our friends. Hahaha. I know it sounds bad. :P Last week of school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE MORE DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished that horribly long essay. Its 5 pages, ok so its not that long after all. It looks so dull and boring even I don't wanna read it. I only did 600 words for the last question. Which is obviously QUITE below the cut-off point. I'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;But at least its over and done with!!! WOOOHOO I can finally check it off my assignment list on my ipod. Its been there for like a whole month now. Hah. Since its almost 12 am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MORE DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"I've lived my life without you long enough"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because green is your fav colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-7702650095592330703?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7702650095592330703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=7702650095592330703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7702650095592330703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7702650095592330703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-am-lost-for-day-try-and-find-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-3325043672578684901</id><published>2010-03-24T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:46:04.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I miss your blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie. Picnic on Sunday.. So my mom and I met up with Januar at the junction. Of all things we forgot to bring the bread that we were gonna feed the ducks with. lol. We purposely bought that loaf to feed them and didn't bring it. ._. Anyhoo, walked to centennial park and then we met up with Adam and his mom. They drove us in their car into the park (cause the park is MASSIVE). Parked the car, walked around, found a nice spot. Adam fully has the picnic basket. Hahaha! Love it. Gives the whole feel of the picnic. He baked New York Cheesecake which was absolutely positively deliciously delicious. :D And he also made cranberry muffins (which I didn't have on the day but I brought it home. Obviously yummy again. :D). My mom fried some won tons and nuggets and the tempura thingo. Adam's in love with the tempura's , i'm in love with the cheesecake. Hahaha. (sinful D:) but anyway, we fed some swans, saw 3 baby swan chicks, saw a swan run across water(to take flight), saw a cool weird looking bird that Adam claims that the Japanese used to use to catch some species of fish. blabla. Played some volleyball. We were soooo out of breath after only like 20 minutes of playing consecutively LOL. Well it was 36 degrees..&lt;br /&gt;Januar got my ball stuck in the tree when he threw it up for fun. Haha. Ended up throwing rocks and sticks at the tree and eventually got it down. Oh janujanujanuar... Hmmm. It was really calming cause it was quiet and stuff (except for all the birds, parrots, ducks, swans, whatever that were squawking and stuff). I liked it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Me and Adam are now planning to roller blade in centennial. YAY! I haven't been roller blading in ages.. But first we're gonna go roller blade shopping because Adam doesn't have any blades. Hahaha. :D I'm excited, but I'm pretty sure we can't do it this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished about 700 words for my economics assignment. Oh well. 2300 more words to go. Its so annoying cause I never get what I exactly want on the net. I type in "Australia's economic performance 1990 to 2010" and what do I get? Statistics on obesity. Hah. Wonders.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not looking forward to double economics tomorrow *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;One, because she always picks on me, Tooka and Harrison. Two because its gonna be 2 hours long. Three I never get to talk and when I do its usually about answering questions. Four she's gonna make us play a running game. D: Starting Much Ado About Nothing for English. I liked Plath poems though. Although it was rather depressing, it was a lot more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE to go shopping for stuff for you guys this weekend. But I'm still pretty clueless as to what to get. Remember how I was saying I was gonna get a superbly awesome magnifique present for your belated birthdays? Well I haven't got to that yet. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Long day tomorrow *moans*&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3325043672578684901?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3325043672578684901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3325043672578684901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3325043672578684901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3325043672578684901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-your-blue-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-1328192408105115384</id><published>2010-03-23T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:20:31.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summary of the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;-Picnic was marvelous and absolutely calming. Loved it (will elaborate next post)&lt;br /&gt;-Maths is being a whore&lt;br /&gt;-Stressed about doing my economics assignment&lt;br /&gt;-English essay went well. (I think. D:)&lt;br /&gt;-Really hate school, well school work.&lt;br /&gt;-But I'm still happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm in love with Colbie Caillat's "Breakthrough" album&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-1328192408105115384?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1328192408105115384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=1328192408105115384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1328192408105115384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1328192408105115384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/03/summary-of-past-few-days-picnic-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-504277395870096425</id><published>2010-03-20T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:31:12.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll take a step back and look in your eye, and ask why it took so long to see,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;that we were meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a picnic tomorrow :D Finally! Since last year we kept saying we're going for a picnic whensoever blablabla. Its gonna be kinda weird cause its me, my mom, Adam, Adam's mom, and januar. lol. Well nobody else wanted to go! because they all had assignments to do. We have them too and we almost finished them today! Anyway.. We're gonna feed some ducks and play some vollayballay! Woo! Adam baked me New York Cheesecake and orange muffins. The sound of it makes me drool. Love me a guy who can cook. HAHA. I can't cook for shit. I've never exactly ate anything he's cooked (except one marshmallow from his chocolate pizza). Hahaha. He always done all the fun stuff, like art and cooking and stuff. Hmm. I seem so dull compared to him. I USED to play piano, volleyball, sports for fun. You know. Now i'm just on the computer all day.. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Its 12.30 now I haven't finished my biology report SHITTT so I'm gonna sleep now but i probably cant sleep cause im too excited about the picnic tomorrow so YAYYAYYAY pammi gonna sleep now. :D And thats what I call the opposite of laconic. Yes, I have been doing some freakishly hard english, if you should know. Read what adam said on facebook on my wall. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-504277395870096425?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/504277395870096425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=504277395870096425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/504277395870096425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/504277395870096425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-take-step-back-and-look-in-your-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-8296908201330465822</id><published>2010-03-17T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:13:24.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've only got forever and forever is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my bio teacher took my roll call class and he didn't mark me off, then they sent an email to my mom saying I wasn't at school and she was like, whaaaat? How can he not know my name after 2 years and I was in his class today for 2 periods, meaning 2 hours! O well, not like I talk to him that much. lol. Pretty short day today. Ended school at about 1pm. Adam walked me home :D Waited for the bus with him and we were petting the bakery's dog. The dog's such a cute lil thing, although he's huge. He's a brown and white American bulldog and I think he's pretty old. Yesterday when I was walking home I was hesitating if I should go up and pet him, but since I was carrying a couple of books in my hands I decided not to. As I approached him he looks at me, looks away. I take one step closer and he looks at me again, and then away. Just his eyes moved! haha! He was lying down and all you could see was his shifty eyes. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my physics assignment, and now I know how CD's work. yay me! Haha. I reckon it wouldn't have taken me as long as it did. Well my whole point for posting today is to say Adam walked me home. lol. He hasn't before. He would be lonely taking/waiting the school bus. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-8296908201330465822?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8296908201330465822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=8296908201330465822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8296908201330465822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8296908201330465822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-only-got-forever-and-forever-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-7060970626062301628</id><published>2010-03-12T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:18:57.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I won't move, without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still kinda obsessed with the Dear John movie. How can you break the heart of the guy that said, "I miss you so much it hurts" from half a world away? Awwww. There are loads of movies I'm still craving to watch, The Green Zone, Alice in Wonderland (yay Johnny Depp! in his weird roles again..), The Hurt Locker, The Blind Side. Just cause they won Oscars. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just wanna ask a question that is completely not related to anything I've said above or anything I've ever said before. And it's a really weird question. If each person in the world loses at least 100 strands of hair per day, where do these strands of hair go? HAHA. I just got curious when I was taking a shower. Doesn't anyone else think of these weird questions all of a sudden? So do they decompose, and how long would that take? If there's almost 7 billion people in the world, that would mean there's at least 700 billion strands of hair per day that's just floating around the earth, right? So if preserved mummies still have their hair, then where on earth does all this hair go? Are they in the trash, in the air, in the ocean, in space(probably wont get to space lol)? Nobody knows! Omg i ask such weird questions. And who gave earth its name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I'm pretty bored. I just watched 2 episodes of fringe. I think that's where all my weird ideas developed from. Then the depressing thoughts of Plath poetry. If death means the absence of life in a being, then how does personification of death work? Don't you just love the irony.&lt;br /&gt;I watched Superman Returns earlier today. I remember seeing the show, I just completely forgot what happened, who was in the show, and why I liked it. Well it was 4 years ago anyway.. The only part that I remembered from 2006 was when the bullet was fired into his eye and it fell to the ground. I reckon that was pretty good CGI. But I think the best CGI goes to Iron man, cant wait for the sequel that's coming soon! Back to my point, now that I've seen it again I think Brandon Routh is absolutely gorgeoussss. :D Still rather surprised that he hasn't been propelled into stardom yet. I mean, he's not that famous.. you know? Maybe he doesn't wanna be. Solitude seems like what the stars want afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics is starting to make sense. I've been putting the pieces together, subconsciously at first. Oh that reminds me of something. Some stuff that Adam does is absolutely adorable hahahaha! He spelt the word 'conscious' as 'contious', and he spelt 'crisis' as 'crysis'. How cute is he HAHAHAHA! Someone mentioned that when Adam first came to the school in year 8 he didn't speak a word of english and he was sooo cute. I can fully imagine that. Just going polska polski polishy czech czech to everyone. And he had long hair, like Zac Efron kinda hair. I reckon he looks good with both short and long hair. Is it weird that I'm talking about him on my blog like that? I don't know where else to type this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I finally feel like I can take a break. But not for long cause I've still got those 3 assignments incomplete. Might go for a run tomorrow. Just feeling so out of shape all of a sudden. Adam suggests we go jogging together at centennial. Though we both know we're gonna end up walking and talking about the usual things. Hahaha. Okay. Good night people. Gonna take my well deserved long sleep. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Might change the songs on my blog soon. I still love Jon McLaughlin and his music. :D (was faintly reminded of him when I saw Brandon Routh on SR.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-7060970626062301628?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7060970626062301628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=7060970626062301628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7060970626062301628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7060970626062301628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-i-wont-move-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2572025119057248681</id><published>2010-03-10T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:24:47.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear John,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S5ebMTEJqoI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bBdLBYnL-YA/s1600-h/Dear_John_WP_1280x1024_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S5ebMTEJqoI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bBdLBYnL-YA/s320/Dear_John_WP_1280x1024_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this yesterday with my mom. I was sooo excited to watch this movie, before it came out I watched the trailers over and over again. Haha. Anyway, I loved almost every single bit of the movie. I reckon Channing displayed the "tough guy, soft insides" bit really well. Loved him in the movie so much! He was such a cheesecake apple pie darling :D&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna buy the book. But I don't know if I'll ever finish the book. I've not even finished the Time Traveller's wife. After I watched the movie i stopped reading the book. I don't even know why. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the movie, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*spoilers*&lt;/span&gt; that means you serene, do not read the bottom!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like how it ended. It just didn't really make sense. There were many scenes that made it hard to breathe for everyone. I feel that more effort should have been put into the filming location. That beach wasn't the best of all places to shoot a romantic scene, don't ya think? There was semi-plantation, the water wasn't really all that great, and just didn't really get the romantic gorgeous sunset feel. Channing makes me teary! Awww I love him so much, you just wanna give him a huge hug. The poor lil fella with the total depression face while burning his love letters. D: That's just so sad. I think I should watch the notebook if i get a chance. Cause apparently its like 10000x better than this and 1000000x sadder as well. It was showing on tv but I was too late to catch it. D: BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;Quote from mom: "Stupid love story, but the guy is quite good looking."&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay end of spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;I've got alot of work to finish, or catch up. God I really hate my morning classes now. Even though it will never be as early as the timings in singapore. 8am is a horror to me. Isn't that a joke to you guys. lol.&lt;br /&gt;K, sleep time. Me tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll download and watch Dear John again some other day. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2572025119057248681?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2572025119057248681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2572025119057248681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2572025119057248681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2572025119057248681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-john-watched-this-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_f5cJNbEcvio/S5ebMTEJqoI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bBdLBYnL-YA/s72-c/Dear_John_WP_1280x1024_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-4487471088726137375</id><published>2010-03-08T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:04:47.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;i&gt;SARAH TAN SHU LING&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ITS YOUR &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SWEET SIXTEENTH&lt;/span&gt; I HOPE YOU &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE YOUR DAY&lt;/span&gt; EVEN THOUGH ITS &lt;i&gt;WITHOUT ME YOU CANT LOVE IT 100%&lt;/i&gt; HAHAHHAA BUT I HOPE YOU &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAVE FUN&lt;/span&gt; WITH THE REST OF THE PEOPLE AND YOUR FAMILY ANYWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it feels like to spend the one most special day of your life without your favourite people! but i'll find out soon enough. Poor bestie! don't worry I'm preparing a super duper awesome marvellous extra terrific present (And no, i didn't forget serene's present either. :D)&lt;br /&gt;THATS RIGHT. So be excited to see me in twenty-something days okay! hehehohehahohehahoheao. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll miss Adam and Harrison and some couple other of people here but its only for two weeks! Wo missing them cant be compared to missing singaporeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my dear sarahrahrahrah, whose known me for like 9 years now. God we're getting so old. Its fun how you look back and you see how much you've grown over the years, right? hehehe. So yeah, bestie sestie, happy happy happy sweet sixteenth. I'm REALLY sorry I can't get to singapore any earlier. But I'll be there soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. So I'll wait to get on that plane and you wait for me to reach! Sounds like a good idea? Yup. Then I can tell you all my stories about where I've been and what I've done. (that sounds intimidating) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Okay Ahma, me has to go. maths test tomolo. If i find the words I wanted to say I'll blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry my wishes are so late. Been busy at school. Love you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-4487471088726137375?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4487471088726137375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=4487471088726137375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4487471088726137375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4487471088726137375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-sarah-tan-shu-ling-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2195124370353276078</id><published>2010-03-02T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:28:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you find yourself too high, just try letting it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just pretending nothings happened. I'm just pretending, he thinks nothing has happened at all.&lt;br /&gt;Methinks if he says its nothing he should do it when nothing is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're like peas and carrots again.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is honestly being a whore.&lt;br /&gt;She gave us 47 long questions of chapter 2 at one go, I havent even finished the previous 18 questions (the first question took up a whole page and i didn't understand the other questions), AND she gave us another sheet that has like 200 questions on word equations on it. Previous 18 Q and somewhat 200 questions due on Thursday. I've finished most of the 200 questions. But it just takes me ages to think if its right.&lt;br /&gt;Today! She didnt answer any of my questions. What the difference between 2H and H&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;? If the equation is 2H -&amp;gt; H&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; and 2H is not the same as H&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; then whats the difference? SOMEONE HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;She expects us to know everything when she's barely been teaching us that much at all. We've had a sub half the time. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics assignment due 15th, Biology assignment due 21st, Economics assignment (min. 3000 words WTF) due 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm actually dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recovered from bad cold/semi-fever/blocked nose. THANK GOD. Okay. First day of autumn it dropped from a nice and warm 26 degrees to 18 degrees, cold breezes, rain, 30km/h winds (Tsunami warnings at the beach. that was scary. It was meant to be a small wave but it came all the way up the shore). Thank you for autumn. I get to drink warm soup nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Its not all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Sylvia Plath's inner journey made me find my inner journey. Funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;Ever had that kind of thing where you just stare into blank space and you're thinking, Who am I? &lt;i&gt;What&lt;/i&gt; am I? What's my purpose for being here?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Plath's poetry was so deeply comprehensive that I understood her reasons for why she wanted to die. Death as a rebirth, death as a renewal, death as a rejuvenation.&lt;br /&gt;I like her poetry better than Shakespeare, even though I've only done Midsummer Night's Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold is back again. Soup time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2195124370353276078?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2195124370353276078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2195124370353276078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2195124370353276078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2195124370353276078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-you-find-yourself-too-high-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-7545843138495203564</id><published>2010-02-27T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T20:41:09.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'M NOT FALLING APART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It shows how &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;you are worth&lt;/i&gt; to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It shows how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am worth to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You just don't get it.&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/29205357-7545843138495203564?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7545843138495203564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=7545843138495203564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7545843138495203564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7545843138495203564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-falling-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-8522113260508297702</id><published>2010-02-24T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:40:46.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cleared things up. Still rather confused as to why he would do it though.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, I'll find out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-8522113260508297702?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8522113260508297702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=8522113260508297702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8522113260508297702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8522113260508297702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/cleared-things-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6601415273659717365</id><published>2010-02-24T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:01:48.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You don't see it like I see it through my eyes. History. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Something that should have been long gone. What is my problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No words of truth I hear, only words that leave us both in despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Everything I hold in is everything I can't let go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dreams, dreams, dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Angel from my nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired today.&lt;br /&gt;Posting on blxp blog.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Never thought there would come a day that someone would tell me, "that's not good enough." Today's a disappointing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6601415273659717365?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6601415273659717365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6601415273659717365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6601415273659717365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6601415273659717365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-dont-see-it-like-i-see-it-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-123311407471647803</id><published>2010-02-22T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:03:58.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hold my hand, you've got nothing to fear now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY SWEET &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SEVENTEENTH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;HARRISON&lt;/i&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even though nobody in my school knows about my blog i feel like saying it anyway. He's so old now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow! Biology Excursion!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. We have to pay $18 to go for an excursion to a free park. No, its not for transport, cause we have to get there ourselves. No, its not for food, because we have to bring our own lunch as "there will not be time to buy lunch from shops in the park". The reason for the $18 dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"$18 covers the cost for the rangers that will be running the excursion and also use of the equipment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They better be power rangers, cause they make a hell lotta money off us. What would they be doing anyway? "Here's, the pond, as you can see. There are ducks in them. And there's the bush with the pretty flowers. That's a bee. And that's a tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I'll find out tomorrow. I might go study chemistry with Adam tomorrow (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first school day that i don't have maths for 2 days consecutively (FINALLY! JEEZ). And im still thinking of taking 4 unit math (I'm currently taking 3). HAHAHA what a joke. B&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tw, Happy chinese new year people. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-123311407471647803?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/123311407471647803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=123311407471647803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/123311407471647803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/123311407471647803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/hold-my-hand-youve-got-nothing-to-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-1811903607648958558</id><published>2010-02-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:21:26.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heartbreak Warfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope today says:&lt;br /&gt;"You're in the mood to tell others what's truly on your mind. An exciting new chapter is about to begin relationship-wise, but you must be clear above what it is you want from love - and life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we went to Chinatown for Yum Cha. Ate over 20 dishes today. YUMMY. The bill was $157.40. Hahaha. The people that were there:&lt;br /&gt;Harrison, Adam, Pamela, Ally, Liviya, Besi, Tooka, Theresa, Suzy and yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;After Yum Cha we wanted to go watch Valentines day. WE as in basically ME and ADAM. So we ended up going to galaxy world(arcade) and Karaoke. We got some cheap plastic bracelets(10) from galaxy world that cost 10 tickets, we got one bracelet each. Adam got one later on after me and him played the basketball game (I RIPPED HIM IN THE BASKETBALL GAME HAHA), and we got another one. I have 3 bracelets now, baby blue, purple and hot pink. :D&lt;br /&gt;So next we went to karaoke. Before we went into the lift these 4 korean guys came out, and i swear to god the first three of them looked exactly the same. COPY + PASTE. No I'm pretty sure they aren't triplets, but they had similar hairstyles, exact same glasses (the black ones that are squarish but round at the bottom), and they dressed similarly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 1 hour we paid $4 per person. WA. Okay. We sang the gayest songs. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you - Whitney Houston (we purposely went off pitch and everything hahah! such a fun song to sing)&lt;br /&gt;As long as you love me - Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;Single ladies, Check up on it - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Lips of an angel - Hinder (*Pulls out air electric piano and starts jamming* I CAN PLAY &lt;i&gt;PART&lt;/i&gt; OF THAT)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing - Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me tru the phone - whatshisface whatshisname i forgot &lt;br /&gt;Let's get retarded - Black eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all the songs i remember, hahaha. Adam was having fun dancing on the table. Haha! We got some buns at the bakery and ate some stuff, then we split up and went back to the junction. I was hesitant to wait for the bus with adam, but my bus was coming in 7 minutes. I walked towards him, then paused, walked back. Then took 3 steps to see if he was still there, and then walked back. lol. My bus came soon after anyway. Lonely ride home. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow. GAHH. it feels like monday again. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-1811903607648958558?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1811903607648958558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=1811903607648958558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1811903607648958558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1811903607648958558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartbreak-warfare.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6759041198806352048</id><published>2010-02-16T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:10:50.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't say a word, just come over and lie here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saturdayyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Harrison, Januar, Adam and Pamela came over to my house and we had steamboat/tepanyaki. Damn right its better than yours! HAHA. Ate and ate for like i dont know, a slow 45 minutes? And then we brought out the mahjong set and the table and everything, and POOF it went off! Haha. Countless times of saying, "whos turn is it?" "Is it my turn?" "Its your turn!" "What do i throw out?" "So do I need this?" "I NEED HELPPPP!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! And my mom the pro helped me and Adam the beginners. Adam's so cute when he's playing mahjong because he has the slowest reaction when he wants to "pong". Hahaha! it would be like 1 and a half turns later and he's like, "oh wait, I want that one!" Harrison kept winning! I kept making Januar lose as well. He didn't know what he was doing, i didn't know what i was saying. lol. Had heaps of fun, and around 5pm Harry and Pamela had to leave cause they had family gatherings elsewhere. Adam stayed for dinner (only cause i begged him to.. haha) And dinner was like a second course of lunch. But with TOMYUMPASTE in the soup. Yummey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Valentines day! Went with my mom to watch Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The Lighting Thief. I found the show quite cliched for most parts. For example his "protector" was like a rip off of mister-whats-his-name in Narnia. I reckon the whole bit was pretty expected. The storyline could have been better. And I found a lot of loopholes in it. Furthermore, if you're gonna add a girl-meets-boy story into it, why don't you develop the relationship instead of ending the whole 'feelings' bit in the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;exactly. After the movie we initially wanted to have Kobe Jones (they have the best mushroom-cheese-rice thingy magicgy), so we walked from George street all the way to the end of Darling Harbour (I guess you could picture it as walking from Marsling to Woodlands Pri), only to find out that they weren't open for lunch nor dinner cause it was 3pm. (we had a very late breakfast and we got hungry after the movie)&lt;br /&gt;So we walked all the way back to Chinatown (which is on george street). WA super long distance. And it was RAINING. Marvelous. Yum cha was all closed, so we had to eat at this shanghai place and they pretty much ran out of almost all the things we wanted. We had to change our initial order like three times. But the food was good anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After school me and Adam wanted to go to the junction to get a present for harry. I can't imagine myself taking the school bus because everyone was shoving each other today. It was soooo scary. Literally people were pushing and pushing and falling and tripping and getting squashed. Yes. So anyway, we saw Suzy at the junction and she dropped her bag off at her house while we had mcnuggets and frozen coke/fanta. Ally came along and he joined us. And soon after, paul and liviya came along. Haha. Crowded aye. Paul left after awhile, and we went to the Australian Geographic store to search for some cool thingys to get him. We got him this sea monkey thing that grows. Hmmm. And we got him chocolates and condoms. LOL! We got him a really girly box(HOT PINK) and ribbon just to push his buttons. Hahahah! hes gonna get a shock when he sees the condoms (as if he'd ever get laid. Even if it expires in 4 years) HAHAHA. We went to the pet shops and everything (the only reason why i go to westfield. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Was about 6pm when we were done. Adam waited for the bus with me. Ain't he a sweetiee. Haha. All you jealous people are giving me frowns aren't cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meeting a whole BUNCH of people for Harrison's birthday party! Yumcha + Movies! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why I don't have school?&lt;br /&gt;There's supposed to be this swimming carnival tomorrow. None of us want to go. So its a free day! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6759041198806352048?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6759041198806352048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6759041198806352048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6759041198806352048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6759041198806352048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-say-word-just-come-over-and-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-7179349853384936816</id><published>2010-02-12T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:15:36.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Picture Perfect Memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S3VTNlS9PnI/AAAAAAAAAtI/p8Pz7XV48-s/s1600-h/DSCF0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S3VTNlS9PnI/AAAAAAAAAtI/p8Pz7XV48-s/s320/DSCF0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who i got kissed from today. :D hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Long day at school but it made my day. :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentines in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having steamboat tomorrow. I'm excited. 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-7179349853384936816?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7179349853384936816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=7179349853384936816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7179349853384936816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7179349853384936816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/picture-perfect-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_f5cJNbEcvio/S3VTNlS9PnI/AAAAAAAAAtI/p8Pz7XV48-s/s72-c/DSCF0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-3107340928842404023</id><published>2010-02-10T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:14:09.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Two steps forward, one step back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is coming! :D I'm still partially scared, but the other half of me is pretty excited. That's gonna be a tiresome day. D: Maths extention in the morning, meaning i have to get to school by 8. Ugh. And I finish school at 3+. It's gonna be a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam drew a picture of me I'm so touched! Yes, a portrait of me. Even though the face is rather chubby (CLEARLY I'VE GROWN A LITTLE PLUMP), and the proportions are a bit off, its still like the only portrait picture ANYONE has EVER drawn for me. Hehehe! Its the kind of drawing that just makes you think, "Dang how on earth did he do it?" Yes. Its amazing. We were at the junction today at the pet shop, and we saw this French Bulldog puppy. It had the biggest ears for the smallest head! Omg it was adorableeee. Hahaha. And then you know what Adam said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd honestly marry you just so we could get a puppy like that and we'll call him BATMAN!"&lt;br /&gt;"And I'd marry you just so we could build an animal shelter together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Don't you raise your eyebrows and flash me a cheeky grin. Hahaha. We're thinking about going to TAFE doing the veterinary course. Claire told us how they got to scan little kittens for microchips and they got to see all these animals from lizards to puppies. It sounds like a load of fun. I don't know if we can get into TAFE though. Its not free. And Mr. Bollard might be biased to me again. lol. D: Nah. I'll do my research tomorrow. Adam also said I should go to Canada with him when he goes for uni. I WANTED TO GO TO CANADA SOME DAY! I wanted to go there for a holiday. Awwww! If i do uni here and he does uni in Canada, Aussie is gonna be pretty boring. Cause Harry might go to America as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. I've got double chemistry tomorrow. She wants us to memorise parts of the periodic table and stuff. The ionic bonding and covalent bonding is the easy bit cause its basically plus minus. But memorising is the hard bit. D: Gahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3107340928842404023?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3107340928842404023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3107340928842404023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3107340928842404023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3107340928842404023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-steps-forward-one-step-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-3877396978699651249</id><published>2010-02-07T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:11:01.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh 322nd post, and it's Ashton Kutcher's 32nd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy birthday Ashton!&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3877396978699651249?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3877396978699651249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3877396978699651249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3877396978699651249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3877396978699651249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/oooh-322nd-post-and-its-ashton-kutchers.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2656557947441691168</id><published>2010-02-05T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:22:59.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love each freckle on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S2wYKN1novI/AAAAAAAAAtA/pBOA8Stbnhk/s1600-h/Roswell+-+Max+%26+Liz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S2wYKN1novI/AAAAAAAAAtA/pBOA8Stbnhk/s320/Roswell+-+Max+%26+Liz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;321st post. Yay! I do miss Roswell. And I remember comparing Roswell against Twilight. Nah. I like Roswell more. :D I wish they made more than three seasons. D: Love that photograph. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been fine. Double Chemistry today but we had a sub. WOOHOO. And we had a practical. Although the mixture took soooooo long to evaporate I had a good time chatting(well, bitching), with Adam and Paul. We had so many things to comment about this guy Michael. (I won't say anything here. lol)&lt;br /&gt;And so 2 hours passed, blablabla. Had double English lessons today as well, meaning 4 periods with Adam! :D Economics is interesting the way that Ms Kelly teaches it. She gives a very good analogy, using a family in a house, to represent Fiscal policies, Monetary policies, the country, the barriers, the tariffs, the human behavior... etc. you get the catch. And it all makes so much sense sub-consciously! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like Mr Agurrie's class even though i have no idea sometimes whats going on. But he's like the only teacher that fully remembers my name, gives me a smile and replies, "You're welcome" or "Don't worry about it" or "No problem" when i say thanks whenever he hands out sheets to us. He called me Ms Soh in class today lol it was so weird. I still like his class. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intending to move houses ( cause the rent was raised.. ) and hopefully we can get that cheap 1 bedroom one which has a gym and a pool, and a good view! Wouldn't that be awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is in 9 days! (My schools celebrating on Friday so basically a week.) I'm actually kind of scared about going to school on valentines day. Everyone wants to give you kisses. lol. And people pay a dollar to give someone else a kiss (Someone from year 12 will come and give you a kiss) OGOD. And ofir bought me one of those. Geez. I hope she didn't say "FROM ADAM". That would have been so embarrassing. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing if Adam got me one. omg. Maybe i should buy one for them as well. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so tired lately even though i get my 8 hours of sleep. And then I fall asleep in the afternoon and get annoyed because I have work to do. D: And there's this game on my iPod i want to finish but it takes sooo long and I HAVE TO FINISH IT OMG. It takes hours and hours and drains all my battery away. D: Haha. Okay. Pretty random. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since its past midnight and I've gotta get up early to look at apartmentss tomorrow, goodbye world! (just for the moment. 8D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2656557947441691168?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2656557947441691168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2656557947441691168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2656557947441691168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2656557947441691168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-each-freckle-on-your-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S2wYKN1novI/AAAAAAAAAtA/pBOA8Stbnhk/s72-c/Roswell+-+Max+%26+Liz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-4801356401698256132</id><published>2010-02-01T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:07:10.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I lose track of where we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post for the night cause its minutes to midnight.&lt;br /&gt;School's alright, Suzy came back (She left the school the year before i came)&lt;br /&gt;I reckon she's pretty nice, kinda funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;I got into Ms Morrises math class. YAY 3 unit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-watched Another Cinderella Story (I recorded it last Friday cause it was showing on tv, i thought it was like a sequel to A Cinderella Story, the one with Hilary Duff and whats his face.) today. Drew Seeley! :D&lt;br /&gt;He's talented. Dancing, singing, acting.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty face. :D&lt;br /&gt;Although its kind of weird for a 26 year old and a 16 year old to act like they're in love.&lt;br /&gt;Right. I liked it though. Liked the music. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty annoyed how Drew never gets any credit for all the songs he sang for HSM. Yes girls, Zac Efron turns out to be not much of a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Ms Andre pissed me off waiting for her for the whole recess. Bloody hell. And she asked me to let the class know that she's coming. I saw no point in telling people "oh she's coming". And when she came she looked at me and said, "So did you tell them why I'm late?" In my words her tone pointed out, "It's your fault I'm late."&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even settle anything for me and she was talking about it like it was my fault that she's late. I wasn't even holding her up at all. And to make it more embarrassing, that asswipe classmate of mine had to go say, "Pfft, YEAH, &lt;i&gt;THANKS&lt;/i&gt; FOR TELLING US." Enhanced sarcastic tone pointing out more fault in me.&lt;br /&gt;What was I supposed to say? "hey guys, Ms Andre is coming so we have to continue waiting for her to make her way here." What would be the point of that?! And furthermore, after Chemistry when I asked her to change math classes for me, she took her own bloody time to get to her office to print out my timetable. I was running late for Econ. Didn't seem to matter to her at all. Yes. Stop and say hi to random people and ask how they are, or have been, while I am 3 metres infront of you waiting for you. Yes you. And I'm running late. Oh yes, did i mention, because she ate up my recess time, I had to wait another 2 hours before having my lunch? Dang. I really don't like that woman. Oh, guess what I found out. She's Malaysian. She has a very weird accent. Its neither Australian nor Malaysian. Where on earth has that woman been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side I only have her Thursday and Friday this week. *sigh* bright side's still the bad side. Gotta get in early on Friday. See her face. But at least I get to see Adam's face. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of pissed that Olivia wants Adam to stop talking to me and Harrison. Harrison told me this afternoon that Olivia thinks that me and Harry are too "goody-two-shoes" for him. God. Look whose making Adam take pills. That's right. Adam took pills(you know what kind of pills i mean.) and he's now grounded. I don't understand Olivia. She already hangs out with him 90% more of the time that I hang out with him. And now she wants to completely take him away from me? Right. Definitely. If he stoops to her level. Nah. I wouldn't even wanna be friends with him.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah fully. Drinking, then drug taking. Whats next? Smoking, mucking around, getting into trouble with the police? I know the story all too well. I don't know what Olivia wants exactly. She asked me why i choose to be a virgin. I see no reason why i have to rush into losing virginity at 15 and a half. When i have the rest of my life to do all that shit. Why do you want to break all the rules when all the rules won't apply to you when you're 21? You wanna have the time of your life smoking and doing drugs and shit, be my guest. But only do it when you're legal.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you rushing into things? You're a teen. Is that how you want to remember your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;"When I was 15.. hmm. I already got screwed (literally), I already did dope, I already got jailed."&lt;br /&gt;No. I want mine to be like..&lt;br /&gt;"I had fun at that Halloween party. I had the time of my life at my prom. I had tears stream down my face during graduation." Yes. Goody-two-shoes? so what? At least I would have a brighter future because I'm actually THINKING about my future. And I don't go do crazy shit like get myself behind bars. Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seemingly short post become an extremely long one i apologize. I had to rant somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-4801356401698256132?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4801356401698256132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=4801356401698256132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4801356401698256132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4801356401698256132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-lose-track-of-where-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6213739289625093651</id><published>2010-01-28T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:30:21.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tell me what you want to hear, something that were like those years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school today. :D (side note, I'm heaps happier than my previous post)&lt;br /&gt;I got the teachers that I wanted :D yayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mr Aguirre&lt;/span&gt; - Physics (Yay he's teaching the hardest subject!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mr Clarke&lt;/span&gt; - Biology! (they're both so hot LOL),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ms Kelly&lt;/span&gt; - Economics (strict, but heck, I do well under her),&lt;br /&gt;(hopefully) &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ms Morris&lt;/span&gt;! - Maths (normal math class and maths extension (I'm appealing to get into 3 units, which would mean i have to get to school an hour earlier on Wednesdays and Fridays. D: But she's an awesome teacher!) anyway I currently have &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mr Liew&lt;/span&gt;, who was my math teacher for Year 10. I don't think I can handle another two years of him omg. And he says I can handle 3 unit math anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ms Wilson&lt;/span&gt; - English (apparently my friends say she's a really good teacher).&lt;br /&gt;Its only &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ms Andre&lt;/span&gt; (Chemistry) that i'm not too excited about. D: I don't know why but I just think that I'm gonna suffer under her. Okay, I'll just try keep up to mark with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam suggested a sleepover soon, at the polish consulate. His mom says she has a hotel key which she will pass to him, which has 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and 1 kitchen. WTF. I should go! HAHA. But I know my mom won't let me sleepover with two guys. lol. So I hope i can drag people along with me. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About classes, I've got about half my classes with Harrison and the other half with Adam (phew) , but the three of us are only in biology together. Mr Clarke is gonna hate us. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I have Advanced English, Chemistry and Biology with Adam, while I have Economics, Physics and (hopefully!!) Advanced Math 3 unit with Harrison.&lt;br /&gt;If I get into Advanced Math (which i will appeal for tomorrow), I'll be in ONE class with Ofir.&lt;br /&gt;wa.&lt;br /&gt;Classes seemed to take forever to end today.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesdays Week B , I'll only have 3 subjects for the day. lol. But two hours for 2 subjects. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a number of new students at the school. I suddenly feel like i've aged ten years knowing i'm going to Uni in another two years. I don't want Harry to go to America in July to study! D:&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like updating my New Zealand post just so I don't forget. It's already been a month, besides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6213739289625093651?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6213739289625093651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6213739289625093651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6213739289625093651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6213739289625093651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/01/tell-me-what-you-want-to-hear-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2798027414214478312</id><published>2010-01-27T14:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:18:08.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Your words in my memory, are like music to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Two groups of people cancelled on me today. Fml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Adam says he can't make it for the picnic. I think he just doesnt wanna go at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pamela Wu asked me to go to the city with the rest of the guys yesterday.&amp;nbsp;And she says&amp;nbsp;meet them at the junction at 10.30am. WTF? Like seriously. I got up at 9am. I texted harrison and waited. Waited and waited till it was 10.20am and then i came online. And then he tells me he didn't read the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then he tells me that he went to the junction but they weren't even there. Called them,&amp;nbsp;no response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, then I packed up, got dressed, did my hair, got ready, so that i&amp;nbsp;could leave immediately once they called. Harrison tells me online that they're gonna meet at the junction now. Okay. Just as I stepped out of my house, Harry gives me a call saying they're going to the beach. No&amp;nbsp;way&amp;nbsp;I don't wanna go on a rainy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;OK. He says they'll be done by 1pm and call us. Bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jeez. I waited till 2pm+ , msged Harry. No reply. Okay. I give up. I only ate one slice of bread because they said we were meeting at macdonalds for lunch. The hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I sit at home today waiting for a bloody call, getting so effing hungry, and they don't call by 2.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok. Screw it. I'll have cup noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I sit, all dressed up, for like&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;FOUR FREAKING HOURS&lt;/span&gt;, just WAITING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh fine, next time you have an outing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;DON'T CALL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What's more annoying? Of all days of the holidays you choose not to ask me out. On the&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you choose to&amp;nbsp;piss me off. And yes. To all of you that are enjoying your afternoon lunches with your friends and Al-ameen dinners, I don't get any of that shit here. No, hell no, not even close.&amp;nbsp;I only went out with my friends once this whole two fucking months. And&amp;nbsp;the other day I saw Ofir and a bunch of other people at the junction, they were one floor below me. Why didn't they ask me out, am i fucking &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to everyone? She&amp;nbsp;repeatedly calls me to go over to her house when we're at school, and during the holidays she never asks me out, no not once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I reckon. I need more friends. I'm just the goody two shoes in their eyes.&amp;nbsp;Screw this. Whoever tells me i'm lucky to be here. No. You're wrong. I'd rather be in New Zealand waking up to 60 million sheep and snow cap mountains&amp;nbsp;than wake up to this loneliness every single fucking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2798027414214478312?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2798027414214478312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2798027414214478312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2798027414214478312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2798027414214478312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-words-in-my-memory-like-music-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-3682711148402998956</id><published>2010-01-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:17:14.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just 3 minutes before the day is over. :D&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Today went to the domain where the Sydney symphony orchestra were having a concert for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia, Januar, Shu, Jamie(and her two friends), my mom and I were there.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia, Januar, my mom and I had Din Tai Fung at 2pm. Good god it was like 41 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around QVB and then we made our way to Domain. Reached there at about 4.30pm. And it started raining. omg. We bought these mats that they said are water-proof. (I dont understand why they give mats instead of ponchos. -.-) And the mats weren't even waterproof much. It started to get heavier and heavier so we decided to leave (5.10pm), and the guy next to us laughed when we grabbed all our stuff without packing (Januar carried our mats and everything on it like santa's bag full of gifts). Just as we got to the nearest shelter it rained so heavy and the wind was so strong (Who's laughing now? Haha.).&lt;br /&gt;So we went to get Lindt Chocolate. Best thing in the world. :D yummmm.&lt;br /&gt;A cup of hot chocolate, a hot chocolate fudge sundae, a waffle(which has a big scoop of ice cream on top with hot chocolate on the side to pour over), and coffee. Nice and warm on a rainy day. I love those days. :D Where you get all snug and warm when its cold. I like the cozy feeling. hehe. Anyway, just as the shop was closing, the sun started to shine (well that was like half an hour of heavy heavy downpours). By the way, did i mention it dropped to 22 degrees? ._.&lt;br /&gt;A 20 degree drop. Thats great. Especially when you wore short shorts because you knew it was gonna be 39 degrees. Well the weather readings was kinda off. I dont blame em. Wao. I've never seen clouds move that fast really. First time i saw running clouds. Imagine a plane, yes constant speed in the sky. It would be at least 300kph right? Okay. Now imagine the clouds. Yes. A big lump or fluffy clouds. Going past so quickly like when you're forwarding a video of a person running. Yup, pretty fast clouds ay. Okay. I won't bother explaining how fast the clouds were moving because thats just too boring. ._. My point is, they were fast.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we settled down back at the domain and met up with the other 4. Waited till 8 and the concert started. :D They were playing pretty weird orchestra music at the start. And there was a soprano lady singing, really quickly. Haha. okay. The toilets that were there were surprisingly clean. Its a whole container with cubicles inside. And no, theres no mud on the floor or piss everywhere. It was a nice clean toilet , that had hand sanitizers instead of sink + soap. Good idea! I hated the porta potties. For some reason they always stink like shit and theres always piss everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway it was pretty cold. The mats that we brought ended up being our blankets. We were all snuggling (3persons to 1 blanket), haha. And there was alot of munching and drinking and.. well no not really. We didn't finish the $24 worth of snacks we bought. Haha. oh well. :D&lt;br /&gt;Concert was supposed to last to 10pm. But they had an encore. So it ended like 15 mins late. The last performance was excellent. They had canons blasting sparks and they even had fireworks! Mamamia. &lt;br /&gt;Took the train home with my mom, while Januar and Cynthia walked to Town hall. Jamie and friends took a cab. I was expecting the train to bondi to be really packed but it wasn't. Don't know why more people were heading to central. Hmm. Or maybe we were just early.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Schools starting on thursday. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Planning THE picnic that me + Adam + Harrison were supposed to have last year. (you see how late it sounds?) Adam's bringing a dog that he's dogsitting for the week. Hopefully we can make it this time!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Might go to Ofir's place next week. I don't know. Should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3682711148402998956?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3682711148402998956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3682711148402998956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3682711148402998956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3682711148402998956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-3-minutes-before-day-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-160851686938517648</id><published>2010-01-16T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:45:19.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Throw my love around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would so sign up for twitter just to follow Jon McLaughlin. yes? naw.&lt;br /&gt;I like how random gestures from total strangers make you feel like you know the earth isn't coming to a total end. End of generosity and kindness, that is.&lt;br /&gt;So today my mom and I just decided to go to the Paddington Market. They sell basically artwork, jewelry, clothes and food. We weren't intending to buy anything but we browsed anyways. Okay, so we left empty-handed (no surprise when everything is over $60 D:), and then made our way to Circular key. Had gelato 8) and then went into the DFS just to "browse". And i thought Paddington's was expensive. Burberry (I saw so many pictures of Emma Watson on their walls lol. She's so pretty!) , Gucci (girl, yes serene), Louis Vuiton... etc. Yea all that expensive shit. You know whats funny. We went all the way up to the 4th floor and back down. All we saw was, asian asian asian asian asian. I don't know why but caucasians were just totally out of sight. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we asians have to splurge while we're shopping overseas don't we. :D especially when we're at the branded goods shop.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, took a bus to the city. Went to SES, bought a couple of shirts (70% off!), went to get laksa + wonton noodle soup. YEA. Reminisce. Pretty good, not authentic, but still good.&lt;br /&gt;So next we got our groceries and went back to Bondi junction.&lt;br /&gt;My $5 got eaten up by the machine! D:&amp;lt; so pissed off. And worried. ._. The nice vendor guy gave us $5 back, and so i got my bus ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying up above about random gestures..&lt;br /&gt;The bus was about to come, probably 2 or 3 minutes more, and so we stepped outside (theres this automatic sliding glass door), and the door refused to open again. Well you know I was alright waiting outside, it was cooler outside 8). But anyway the two of us stood rooted there, waiting for the door the slide open again. And there was this guy that came up to the door, I assumed he was waiting for the bus as well. But he came up to the door just to let it slide open for us! And then he made his way to the train station. How nice is that guy! And as he walked away he kept looking at our direction (don't know if he was looking at me. :P), so i nodded and gave a lil wave signaling a 'thanks'. Now he's just known as the guy with the brown hat, in my memory. The nice guy with the brown hat. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-160851686938517648?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/160851686938517648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=160851686938517648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/160851686938517648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/160851686938517648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/01/throw-my-love-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-456085271373592049</id><published>2010-01-14T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:33:54.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;To remind me that I feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My habit of posting seems to have decreased significantly.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i don't know what to post about when nobody says anything on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came back from Melbourne on Monday, 3 days ago?&lt;br /&gt;The heat was unbearable, 42 degrees. Hmmm. I reckon their system of using trams is really efficient, cause they get priority on the road, and they have quite a few trams going around so you don't have to wait long. Unlike Sydney when you have to wait 20 minutes for a bus.. They also had these horse carriages. And the horses had poop bags. lol. They were big horses, like the one i rode in NZ. (oh right, i haven't finished that post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. On the first day we went to the Queen Victoria Market (i think you call it that.) They have sooooo many things at such cheap prices! Woah. You&amp;nbsp; could get like 24 mangoes for like $5. And they had caged chickens, ducks and ducklings (I find that a bit cruel, but at least they sell it for farming and not as fresh meat). They even had a pet shop. omg. cutest little puppies ever. All puppies are cute anyway. haha.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went for the penguin parade thingy, we almost missed the 5pm bus. It took about 3 hours to get there. The penguin parade began at 9pm. (they started popping out of the ocean at sunset) Aww. Photography wasn't allowed. But it was really enjoyable seeing hundreds and hundreds of penguins waddling into their burrows. ;D I literally got half a metre close to the penguins. And they didn't seem at all worried about the 4000 people staring and pointing at them at all. When penguins are 30cm tall, they're bound to be cute and cuddly. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, so got back on the bus at 10pm and made our way back. Reached Melbourne at about 12.30am. So tempted to get burger king haha, cause we only had fruits at 5pm. Anyway we got bowl noodles and went back to our apartment (darling towers), since it was fully equipped with kitchen utensils and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was soooo hot. checked out at 10am and walked around. I bought this bracelet. It has like 3 black stripes, with 2 metal beads on each string and a metal peace logo thingy. lol. hard to explain ._.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to the airport at about 4pm, flew off at 6pm. Went back to bondi junction and had ramen. Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hot in jon in the beating my heart video? I know ay. Gotta love a muscular, good looking, singing man in leather. hehehe. Oh BTW!! Yesterday was Orlando Bloom's birthday. ;D hahaha. Happy 33rd!&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bored at home when theres nobody to talk to. Not even on msn cause everyone is either at school, busy, or cant talk right now. Adam, harrison and ofir? I have no idea what happened this holiday ._.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Cya guys, or whoever is even reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-456085271373592049?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/456085271373592049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=456085271373592049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/456085271373592049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/456085271373592049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-habit-of-posting-seems-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-4099721093750178675</id><published>2010-01-08T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:24:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To a world I hate, you are the one I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heya guys. Okay. So I didn't finish my NZ post. ohgod. its too long! i cant be bothered uploading the pics though i wanna make the post interesting. D: I'll update it when i feel like it.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to Melbourne tomorrow. lol. A little too soon for another trip i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;Will be back on monday. :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, we saw an offer the other day and we were like, OK Melbourne it is then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;My mom + Januar + Cynthia + me :D&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do a lil shopping and then watch some penguins.&lt;br /&gt;K, Jan's coming over in like two hours. Having pizza tonight. 8) Cynthia will come at around 8ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to waking up at 4am tomorrow morning to catch my 7am flight. But I am looking forward to catching some daylight, after being cooped up at home for the past 3 days. Don't get me wrong. I love sleeping for 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I had a nightmare this morning. It's weird the way minds work when they're asleep. Esp. nightmares. When you don't want something to happen&lt;i&gt; it happens&lt;/i&gt;. When you want it to happen it&lt;i&gt; never &lt;/i&gt;happens. And its &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; dream. Woke up to a twitch and immediately played Jon McLaughlin's songs. lol. I find it scary to wake up with your heart racing. &lt;br /&gt;Okay. Will post soon enough. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;P.S i still love Jon McLaughlin. hehe! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-4099721093750178675?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4099721093750178675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=4099721093750178675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4099721093750178675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4099721093750178675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-world-i-hate-you-are-one-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-8372965890959292288</id><published>2010-01-05T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:24:14.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0LMfG9thvI/AAAAAAAAAew/qpjwXcB2ENk/s1600-h/Jon+McLaughlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0LMfG9thvI/AAAAAAAAAew/qpjwXcB2ENk/s320/Jon+McLaughlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I declare my self a fan of Jon McLaughlin. He's gorgeous, he makes lovely songs and he sings beautifully! :D too bad he's married. awww. :P What a constructive day. Gathering all the songs he has composed instead of doing my chinese assessments. HAH. I'll continue my NZ trip post once i come back from watching The Lovely Bones. 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text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Never never left my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F314HwBZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/mS-8ge2pxIs/s320/NZ0002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th December 2009, Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at bout 6am, flight was at 10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Met Januar at the airport and checked in our luggage.&lt;br /&gt;The flight was 3 hours long, and NZ's time is two hours ahead of Sydney, so we reached at about 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F3_OAVdAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/QR6QJalYPqc/s1600-h/NZ0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F3_OAVdAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/QR6QJalYPqc/s320/NZ0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F4MMIqkoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/B43nu_ozg3M/s1600-h/NZ0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F4MMIqkoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/B43nu_ozg3M/s320/NZ0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The view from the plane was so pretty and so unimaginable. Especially when we were landing. Breathtaking views of the snow cap mountains and the neatly planted fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F4borxhcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/DMgNHJbRVjk/s1600-h/NZ0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F4borxhcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/DMgNHJbRVjk/s320/NZ0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F4borxhcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/DMgNHJbRVjk/s1600-h/NZ0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F4borxhcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/DMgNHJbRVjk/s1600-h/NZ0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, so when we reached we got our keys for the rented car, Toyota Camry white (yes serene, your car. it came in handy :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I printed out 30 pages of google maps, and i forgot to bring it. ...... -.-&lt;br /&gt;Januar's iPhone came in really handy. So it directed us to our first hotel, Quest Christchurch Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't too shabby, but when it came to my turn to bathe the hot water ran out. Why does this keep happening to me D: it happened in taiwan in '07. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F90NmobmI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Yc7TKfg6Fso/s1600-h/NZ0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F90NmobmI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Yc7TKfg6Fso/s320/NZ0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F-tmrdQdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ly3zlh5cuSQ/s1600-h/NZ0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F-tmrdQdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ly3zlh5cuSQ/s320/NZ0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so we dropped off our things and walked around Christchurch. We had nothing planned for the day. This picture is near the town central. The green thingy in the centre of the photograph is the church of christchurch. lol. I've got photos of that church on the last day. okay! moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the guy on the boat in this picture? It's called Punting on the Avon River. Ya know, in movies in europe. You have the guy with the straw hat and the long stick singing in french or some sort, while two people sit in front holding an umbrella looking into each other's eyes like nothing else matters. Yea. That's punting. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F_HbUWulI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XHhz682y8Oo/s1600-h/NZ0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F_HbUWulI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XHhz682y8Oo/s320/NZ0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F_gRweDAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_NiOhvWDu8w/s1600-h/NZ0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F_gRweDAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_NiOhvWDu8w/s320/NZ0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red phone booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F_rjju6AI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sgWWJ338JzM/s1600-h/NZ0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0F_rjju6AI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sgWWJ338JzM/s320/NZ0051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GAIx-aHcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4PcdyGA6aV4/s1600-h/NZ0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GAIx-aHcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4PcdyGA6aV4/s320/NZ0057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mandarin ducks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GKT48rjSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VWYcvCaOD80/s1600-h/NZ0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GKT48rjSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VWYcvCaOD80/s320/NZ0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had korean food that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GKq7F-ZdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1RvxN7iDlzw/s1600-h/NZ0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GKq7F-ZdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1RvxN7iDlzw/s320/NZ0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Church of Christchurch. :P&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;16th December 2009, Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready for our road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GLCBCf-FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/CZs_8VrYGwA/s1600-h/NZ0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GLCBCf-FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/CZs_8VrYGwA/s320/NZ0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burger King the next morning before road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GLaCvDgqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/fPtLJZaQikw/s1600-h/NZ0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GLaCvDgqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/fPtLJZaQikw/s320/NZ0069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the 70's feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GL0sX3h6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/3ZrjRZcoRvA/s1600-h/NZ0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GL0sX3h6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/3ZrjRZcoRvA/s320/NZ0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elvis in the background.. and free refills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GMPM-lbgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/p-a_xqb5_PE/s1600-h/NZ0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GMPM-lbgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/p-a_xqb5_PE/s320/NZ0071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we begin our road trip! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GMoueSmLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/P-od9vgsQ9A/s1600-h/NZ0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GMoueSmLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/P-od9vgsQ9A/s320/NZ0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About, I don't know, 600km more till Fox Glacier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GMuer4PnI/AAAAAAAAAag/IO-nPReEWXY/s1600-h/NZ0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GMuer4PnI/AAAAAAAAAag/IO-nPReEWXY/s320/NZ0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overexposed picture, stopping by before Arthur's Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GNJP04E8I/AAAAAAAAAao/ldoEDxPEqoo/s1600-h/NZ0082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GNJP04E8I/AAAAAAAAAao/ldoEDxPEqoo/s320/NZ0082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GN95UHdkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/byLZSElYAP0/s1600-h/NZ0083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GN95UHdkI/AAAAAAAAAaw/byLZSElYAP0/s320/NZ0083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GOaqbTO-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/YSHO6qYkZGs/s1600-h/NZ0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GOaqbTO-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/YSHO6qYkZGs/s320/NZ0096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GPGUKkt2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/ZVHbuggSnws/s1600-h/NZ0097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GPGUKkt2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/ZVHbuggSnws/s320/NZ0097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The three amigos, with their hands in their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GPgyOdlkI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6eqStDguFBE/s1600-h/NZ0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GPgyOdlkI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6eqStDguFBE/s320/NZ0099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GPkzxxjTI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/sTjz81tW52A/s1600-h/NZ0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GPkzxxjTI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/sTjz81tW52A/s320/NZ0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continuing our drive.. Rocks. :P Don't know how they got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GP_GHsJ3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ernvGEoO8Tc/s1600-h/NZ0108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GP_GHsJ3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ernvGEoO8Tc/s320/NZ0108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scenic drive. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GQTuL1gJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/W9C4AlXUd9Y/s1600-h/NZ0112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GQTuL1gJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/W9C4AlXUd9Y/s320/NZ0112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More rocks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GQxKEaj8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ybAnavQ4C0o/s1600-h/NZ0117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GQxKEaj8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ybAnavQ4C0o/s320/NZ0117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GUZy04XdI/AAAAAAAAAbw/h6AbCdlduoo/s1600-h/NZ0146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GUZy04XdI/AAAAAAAAAbw/h6AbCdlduoo/s320/NZ0146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arthur's Pass. Beautiful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GVKI8LItI/AAAAAAAAAb4/L8T_Y273yXU/s1600-h/NZ0149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GVKI8LItI/AAAAAAAAAb4/L8T_Y273yXU/s320/NZ0149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GVl73L-WI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Rq80PSb-9hA/s1600-h/NZ0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GVl73L-WI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Rq80PSb-9hA/s320/NZ0153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Butterfly on a daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GV8i9WYrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IARaCH-CxRM/s1600-h/NZ0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GV8i9WYrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IARaCH-CxRM/s320/NZ0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purple flowers and snow cap mountains. Magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GYs0uOgsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/uyPtj_axnkc/s1600-h/NZ0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GYs0uOgsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/uyPtj_axnkc/s320/NZ0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kea, Mountain Parrot. Able to kill a sheep. Highly intelligent. Endangered species. about 5000 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we managed to see one!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GYyU8wN6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/kT7cC6XmieU/s1600-h/NZ0183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GYyU8wN6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/kT7cC6XmieU/s320/NZ0183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reached Fox Glacier. We had cup noodles that night. :P&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;17th December 2009, Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fox Glaciers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GY5_OurkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gTBttIwWSu8/s1600-h/NZ0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GY5_OurkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gTBttIwWSu8/s320/NZ0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glacier fox trot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GZEJhReNI/AAAAAAAAAco/HWPzRGbSjJs/s1600-h/NZ0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GZEJhReNI/AAAAAAAAAco/HWPzRGbSjJs/s320/NZ0225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Travis(TJ) the guy in red and blue with a cap, briefing us before our trot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GZJrHeo_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/TH8_yw6ZqG0/s1600-h/NZ0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GZJrHeo_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/TH8_yw6ZqG0/s320/NZ0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glacier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GaBB-NHJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HCZiepQx1Nw/s1600-h/NZ0257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GaBB-NHJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/HCZiepQx1Nw/s320/NZ0257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we begin! 800 steps to climb. Oh jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0Ga6m5ffaI/AAAAAAAAAdA/adCH9odc5E4/s1600-h/NZ0275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0Ga6m5ffaI/AAAAAAAAAdA/adCH9odc5E4/s320/NZ0275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's alot harder than you think lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0Ga_D5DwnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/NvKRtIIlF_E/s1600-h/NZ0281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0Ga_D5DwnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/NvKRtIIlF_E/s320/NZ0281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GbEd5fq9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WZ-gji_EaqQ/s1600-h/NZ0295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GbEd5fq9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WZ-gji_EaqQ/s320/NZ0295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beginning our climb onto the glacier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GbjRE1BEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/WJswOzBQHG4/s1600-h/NZ0298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GbjRE1BEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/WJswOzBQHG4/s320/NZ0298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man made steps. Travis was carrying a pickaxe to break some ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GcAU4FR0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/c1tMqtNG5ew/s1600-h/NZ0308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GcAU4FR0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/c1tMqtNG5ew/s320/NZ0308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was COLD! And we got our walking sticks and krampons on. Krampons help us get a grip on the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GcGGg1ClI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9_Pc9Z-cdHU/s1600-h/NZ0312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GcGGg1ClI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9_Pc9Z-cdHU/s320/NZ0312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Travis telling us about a group of people who climbed all the way up and forgot to bring firewood. So they threw their stove off the glacier. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GcLUBTxYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/s7Z2PFUHFiU/s1600-h/NZ0313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GcLUBTxYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/s7Z2PFUHFiU/s320/NZ0313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back at how far we came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GcP74wzHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vzL3CawyO4k/s1600-h/NZ0374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GcP74wzHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vzL3CawyO4k/s320/NZ0374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The five of us that conquered a glacier! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GutFfGyXI/AAAAAAAAAeA/k6n44ecO0Bs/s1600-h/NZ0401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GutFfGyXI/AAAAAAAAAeA/k6n44ecO0Bs/s320/NZ0401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Road trip again, right after our glacier walk, stopped by here and got bitten by mosquitoes. I still have the bites today. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GxnejklEI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/l8Iun2aJTXc/s1600-h/NZ0425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GxnejklEI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/l8Iun2aJTXc/s320/NZ0425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The background looked fake even when we drove past it. Wao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0Gx-qqUe3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/BQ__CmQ_Ip4/s1600-h/NZ0442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0Gx-qqUe3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/BQ__CmQ_Ip4/s320/NZ0442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our service apartment at Wanaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GyaidlEGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/GvfZkFVudqU/s1600-h/NZ0446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0GyaidlEGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/GvfZkFVudqU/s320/NZ0446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for my mom to sign in.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0Gy0kvTX3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/Z9dfCT6frjw/s1600-h/NZ0448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0Gy0kvTX3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/Z9dfCT6frjw/s320/NZ0448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SNAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I'll continue tomorrow. :D Facebook is giving me a shitty time trying to upload the photos. I'll see how it works out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continued) &lt;br /&gt;18th December 2009, Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Lake Wanaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_uP94QOcI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DWmH4KFbpHk/s1600-h/NZ0451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_uP94QOcI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DWmH4KFbpHk/s320/NZ0451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lake Wanaka. Waking up to this view is absolutely breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_wHcg0xDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ua9k2GY7bQg/s1600-h/NZ0459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_wHcg0xDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ua9k2GY7bQg/s320/NZ0459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even when we were there we felt that the background mountains were fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_vDkzLkKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Wn34zpKPgYo/s1600-h/NZ0480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_vDkzLkKI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Wn34zpKPgYo/s320/NZ0480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We fed some ducks later on. :D cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_vepTPcAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/X8BaDJPZ2fw/s1600-h/NZ0509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_vepTPcAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/X8BaDJPZ2fw/s320/NZ0509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There were inscriptions on the tiles along the paths near the lake. All the way to the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_vxKncoeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X8o4YfAySFY/s1600-h/NZ0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_vxKncoeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X8o4YfAySFY/s320/NZ0514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My parents' birth year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_xVLiK0oI/AAAAAAAAAf4/4oIjzBWTuXg/s1600-h/NZ0554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_xVLiK0oI/AAAAAAAAAf4/4oIjzBWTuXg/s320/NZ0554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We then went to Puzzle World. For only about $15 entrance fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_x8KRHsQI/AAAAAAAAAgA/hMW8qmpP9xQ/s1600-h/NZ0559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_x8KRHsQI/AAAAAAAAAgA/hMW8qmpP9xQ/s320/NZ0559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Makes you wonder, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_wZoDsCYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/k9_MKNVfKJ8/s1600-h/NZ0544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_wZoDsCYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/k9_MKNVfKJ8/s320/NZ0544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is how they did LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_wr0ZRNLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jEYz2uMk6qU/s1600-h/NZ0545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_wr0ZRNLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jEYz2uMk6qU/s320/NZ0545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The right corner is longer than the left corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_xAqQ-S3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/P-HRnnxYpbs/s1600-h/NZ0552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_xAqQ-S3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/P-HRnnxYpbs/s320/NZ0552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The maze was terribly annoying and we gave up halfway. lol.&lt;br /&gt;We later had chinese food at a malaysian owned restaurant, and there was another singaporean family eating there. Had a good time exchanging stories and enjoying the food. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th December 2009, Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Queenstown, going through Arrowtown. (where they shot LOTR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_yT-pS03I/AAAAAAAAAgI/4nkDM0v_ho0/s1600-h/NZ0574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_yT-pS03I/AAAAAAAAAgI/4nkDM0v_ho0/s320/NZ0574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yup so this is Arrowtown, they shot LOTR. Later on in the post I've got photos of the film locations from the horse riding in Queenstown. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_ykfMaR7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1zqFzHmye5M/s1600-h/NZ0587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_ykfMaR7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1zqFzHmye5M/s320/NZ0587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where the grass is greener and the skies are prettier. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_y6m4OHcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-2zXoC8rwaM/s1600-h/NZ0601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_y6m4OHcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-2zXoC8rwaM/s320/NZ0601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After having Thai food at Arrowtown, we stopped for gelato. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_zUzOeDxI/AAAAAAAAAgg/wHTA1-xlP48/s1600-h/NZ0602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_zUzOeDxI/AAAAAAAAAgg/wHTA1-xlP48/s320/NZ0602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute lil bird eating the crumbs of the crispy waffle from the gelato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_zgX1RX_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/q_QDJhPAlmw/s1600-h/NZ0604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_zgX1RX_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/q_QDJhPAlmw/s320/NZ0604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raindrops keep falling on my head~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_zsnQNTaI/AAAAAAAAAgw/SK4LK2VXSuk/s1600-h/NZ0605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_zsnQNTaI/AAAAAAAAAgw/SK4LK2VXSuk/s320/NZ0605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our apartment at Queenstown. It had 3 floors!! :D That was awesome :D Well worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_z7L-MeuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/06eDKzIovkY/s1600-h/NZ0607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_z7L-MeuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/06eDKzIovkY/s320/NZ0607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a pink sunset that night. Like nothing you've even seen before. Fantastic.&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;20th December 2009, Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Queenstown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_0SiMabSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/6_Mk4bRb8_0/s1600-h/NZ0613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_0SiMabSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/6_Mk4bRb8_0/s320/NZ0613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our apartment had a good view too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That tree that stands out was a christmas tree. It had a star on the top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_0rG2zkSI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-iL8YTd59YQ/s1600-h/NZ0627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_0rG2zkSI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-iL8YTd59YQ/s320/NZ0627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stopping by on the way to the horse ranch. Gotta love the teal lake. And of course the snow cap mountains where they filmed LOTR. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_0u39DkwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/qt1j3JItI48/s1600-h/NZ0643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_0u39DkwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/qt1j3JItI48/s320/NZ0643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Panorama shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_1DnP21hI/AAAAAAAAAhY/OT_wWJAUWZU/s1600-h/NZ0650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_1DnP21hI/AAAAAAAAAhY/OT_wWJAUWZU/s320/NZ0650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting our boots and helmets at the horse ranch before going to meet our horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how it looks so cozy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_1Nw5NL8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/2nWRKueN__Y/s1600-h/NZ0666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_1Nw5NL8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/2nWRKueN__Y/s320/NZ0666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little over-exposed.. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_1lvGJNoI/AAAAAAAAAho/gvSc-SRVqEw/s1600-h/NZ0691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_1lvGJNoI/AAAAAAAAAho/gvSc-SRVqEw/s320/NZ0691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four of us on our horses. My bro (in blue) and Januar (in brown) got the horses (the chesnut ones) used in Chronicles of Narnia and LOTR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a black horse named Jackie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as you can see we've all got our jackets on. It was pretty cold. About I don't know, 13 degrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_19ueT_WI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lqqLMPYTtos/s1600-h/NZ0695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_19ueT_WI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lqqLMPYTtos/s320/NZ0695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How beautiful is this! :D They call it Paradise. No really, its named Paradise. Yes, LOTR was filmed here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_2WPQGeEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/TvShUd1cvWY/s1600-h/NZ0717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_2WPQGeEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/TvShUd1cvWY/s320/NZ0717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, if i'm not wrong, this is the forest where Wolverine was shot. The part where he is fighting with his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_2w4jMSLI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1ybDiUjQfjw/s1600-h/NZ0735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_2w4jMSLI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1ybDiUjQfjw/s320/NZ0735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's a delta. Haha. Awesome view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_26Uo4G-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/m06s1W--0Fk/s1600-h/NZ0739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_26Uo4G-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/m06s1W--0Fk/s320/NZ0739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They filmed The Lovely Bones (recently released) here. And Wolverine as well i think. The part where the helicopter explodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_3FEThE2I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/uxhyvSjMkEQ/s1600-h/NZ0740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_3FEThE2I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/uxhyvSjMkEQ/s320/NZ0740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_3UUHRCRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/c3-8S1q1cqY/s1600-h/NZ0748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_3UUHRCRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/c3-8S1q1cqY/s320/NZ0748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They filmed LOTR here! YESSSS i walked the ground that Orlando Bloom walked. HAHA i sound like such a geek. The scene where the 4 hobbits where hiding from the wrath. And when the elves where making their way through the forest. If i'm not wrong The Lovely Bones shot a scene here too. The forest was so pretty! Just can't explain it. The light just shines on the leaves on the exact points and the green just soothes the whole feeling of walking into the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_3rzdmCUI/AAAAAAAAAig/huNuhbmvnqE/s1600-h/NZ0772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_3rzdmCUI/AAAAAAAAAig/huNuhbmvnqE/s320/NZ0772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The five of us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_4DbOLbII/AAAAAAAAAio/FT4vKkiF7aQ/s1600-h/NZ0801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_4DbOLbII/AAAAAAAAAio/FT4vKkiF7aQ/s320/NZ0801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me + Jackie! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_4bVAsycI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tc7hL7d7X-s/s1600-h/NZ0808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_4bVAsycI/AAAAAAAAAiw/tc7hL7d7X-s/s320/NZ0808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recognise the forest now? hehe. Love the magnificence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_41gdw5WI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sZnxMhXHtv4/s1600-h/NZ0829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S0_41gdw5WI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sZnxMhXHtv4/s320/NZ0829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The walk up to our aparment (Turner Heights). It was on a steep hill!&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;ok continue another day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S2EyS1fTeOI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8NzQpkyl4to/s1600-h/NZ0834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S2EyS1fTeOI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8NzQpkyl4to/s320/NZ0834.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S2EzSy5fHiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cO5PIddID0E/s1600-h/NZ0854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/S2EzSy5fHiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cO5PIddID0E/s320/NZ0854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;"&gt;The end where I begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shoutout to BLXP:&lt;br /&gt;Good luck on your first day of school! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good luck to the rest of ya guys (whoever is reading this)! All the best for sec 4 :D&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/29205357-6101802442859284588?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6101802442859284588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6101802442859284588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6101802442859284588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6101802442859284588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-luck-on-your-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-7489474781516953313</id><published>2010-01-02T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:52:02.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I know i kept saying, "I'll update it later, tomorrow,&amp;nbsp;I don't know.."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll add in more photos, more details.. maybe.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I procrastinate. That's just me. So i apologize for stalling the post so long ( I haven't even begun. jeez. )&lt;br /&gt;But I've got the whole week to do it. Yeap. 1654 pictures. Doubt I'll forget anything. It's so memorable and it just sticks to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righteo. Countdown 2010 with my mom at Darling Harbour. Januar helped us carry some groceries and he kept it for us for the barbeque the next night. Fireworks were.. meh. You know. It's spectacular for awhile. But when theres about 100,000 people around you shoving and breathing so hardly and going OOOH AHHH OOOH at the same repetitive fireworks.. I don't know. It got so smokey after the fireworks i swear i would have fainted. I was feeling really&amp;nbsp;dizzy and tippy. Couldn't even see the bridge. Well, yeah. That's what you get. For a three hour wait, I guess it was alright. There was a family that sat near us that were singaporean. Their kid was so cute, using me as a handrail to go up and down the stairs. :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, first January 2010, Januar and Cynthia came over for a barbeque. Adam my oh-so-drunk-and-tired-maybe-hungover buddy decided to give it a pass, AGAIN. Even on my second invite. This guy ain't gonna get another invite to my house again. Ain't no way i'm letting one guy into my house when no one else is around. So we fired up the grill at about 2.30pm, roasted heaps of stuff and got sooo full. Then watched Zombieland on my computer. Hmmm. Had to finish the leftovers at about 8.30. Roasted a couple of marshmellows as well (yummmmmmy..) We still had leftovers from eating leftovers. How ironic. Yeap. They both stayed over for the night. Watched some lame videos. MAH SPOON IS TOO BIG. yeah that kinda random vids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why this post is seemingly dull is because its about 2am and i'm tired after doing 97 crunches. Yes, crunches are alot easier than sit ups. I have to get back in shape. Good god. Ok. So hopefully by 6 weeks i'll be able to do 200. That's what the app says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, which shouldn't be a sidenote in this case,&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha you guys are starting school soon. :P&lt;br /&gt;My holidays don't start till 28th.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm soooo sleepy. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-7489474781516953313?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7489474781516953313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=7489474781516953313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7489474781516953313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7489474781516953313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2010/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-5973336998513311852</id><published>2009-12-30T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:13:38.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/SztQvGVn_VI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Uh_f30FCx9U/s1600-h/NZ0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/SztQvGVn_VI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Uh_f30FCx9U/s320/NZ0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;editting tomorrow. blah. getting on my nerves.&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/29205357-5973336998513311852?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5973336998513311852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=5973336998513311852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5973336998513311852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5973336998513311852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/12/editting-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/SztbBENTp6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/imcIeizyZNs/s72-c/NZ1285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-6667059287993483843</id><published>2009-12-27T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:52:07.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heeeeello guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;Back from NZ. Actually i got back yesterday but i didn't get a chance to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, we've got about what, 2000 pictures or so? I don't know. Wasn't keeping count. My bro and my dad are transferring, swapping, deleting, filing, renaming all them files. Januar's nikon D3000 is fantastic + fun. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;My trip was marvellous. Never seen anything more beautiful. Its where 'celebrity' is just a word. Where you're just like any other person. But given the beauty that the earth that has to offer to you, all you can do is sit there, jaw dropped, and marvel and the gorgeous mountains, the breath-taking teal lakes, the pretty blue sky, the bright green grass that just can't wait to greet you in the morning.. It's everything you've ever dreamed of and more.&lt;br /&gt;Paradise. Exactly the word i was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;All along I've always dreamt of laying in a grass field with pretty flowers, in pretty much the middle of nowhere. With pinecone trees surrounding you, or even a one tree hill. Like a little meadow, you get what I mean? Perhaps on a hill. And you lay your checkered little blanket, you put down your straw basket full of your picnic lunch food, and you lie down with the one you love and stare at the sky, giving names to each little cloud. Watch the sunset. Marvel at the numerous stars. And that's exactly where I saw what i dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too pretty to describe in words.. I'll let the pictures do the talkin. hehe. but you gotta wait another day for that i'm afraid. Alright, thats how i think of my trip. My heart, soul and mind are still living in NZ. I'm 101% going back there one day. teeheee! Already thinking of places for honeymoons. And i havent even found the guy yet. Hahaha. Righteo. Post the pictures another day yeah.&lt;br /&gt;P.S I have the largest post in the world ever, thats gonna come up. My cairns 7 day trip took me like what 3 days to write? this one is 12 days. I absolutely enjoyed it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6667059287993483843?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6667059287993483843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6667059287993483843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6667059287993483843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6667059287993483843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/12/heeeeello-guys-d-back-from-nz.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6699281847331708258</id><published>2009-12-13T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:00:17.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Breathe, let it feel the space between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. so i didnt get the pictures up on tuesday as promised, cuz my photoshop is wayyyy too slow. oh well. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways!! I bring jolly good news (haha)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st good news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My bro and my dad just reached sydney this morning! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd good news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did well for my school certificate (state exam), with straight B's. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - 84&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 85&lt;br /&gt;Science - 88&lt;br /&gt;History - 81&lt;br /&gt;Geography - 81&lt;br /&gt;Computing skills - 89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe! i'm so proud for doing this well. I didnt expect my science to get 88. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3rd good news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm going to new zealand in two days!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et cetra, I went to watch paranormal activity with adam on thursday. (don't worry, it isnt a date people calm down. hahaha) Well umm, i thought it would be heaps scarier, but me and adam ended up laughing throughout the movie. lol. Well its creepy during the night scenes, but other than that only the last few minutes were the spookeist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! well yea that's pretty much. I might post again tomorrow, no promises. Might be my last post till the 26th. So take care people! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6699281847331708258?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6699281847331708258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6699281847331708258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6699281847331708258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6699281847331708258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-5700414769694055763</id><published>2009-12-09T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:06:39.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gucci Girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wishing you the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Happiest 15th birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(i initally had a picture to put up here. D: i'll put it up tomorrow no worries!)&lt;br /&gt;The letter has been posted. Yingxuan's and sarah's letters are in there as well. okie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said it before i'll say it again, i never doubted the fact that nobody can replace BLXP. K!&lt;br /&gt;Serene! Love ya so muchhhh so glad you're finally 15 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The news we have today, is retarded"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember? hehehe! That was in 2006! I just ran through my letters and found that one where you said those stuff. I'll post about that tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your 12th birthday you had a barbeque, where we had an otah eating contest.&lt;br /&gt;Best otah i've ever eaten because it was a contest against you without water (Still remember lying down breathing so heavily and holding the big block of ice to "calm" us down). HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, best otah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your 13th birthday you threw a party at your house. And i gave you your present with the reciept still inside the bag.&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'm blur. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your 14th birthday, I couldn't be there to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;All i did was send you a text. Nah i ain't doing that no more. BLXP rolls classic style. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your 15th birthday, I sent you a long messy letter thats stuffed with quite some crap in there. At least i did something this time! And i decorated it with office supplies. So yes you'll see alot of post-it's and highlighters and white out. I know it looks awful because its all slanted to one side. D:&lt;br /&gt;And i wrote something funny on the back in pencil (i hope it doesnt get smudged :P).&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe! Now instead of just reading my "text", you can hold it and keep it for as long as the paper and post-it's live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my dear! :D&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/29205357-5700414769694055763?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5700414769694055763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=5700414769694055763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5700414769694055763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/5700414769694055763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/12/gucci-girl-wishing-you-happiest-15th.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-1438157118760890146</id><published>2009-12-07T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:57:19.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;So stand on the edge with me, hold back your fear and see, nothing is real till its gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adam is coming back tomorrow!! *jumps for joy*&lt;br /&gt;My bro and my dad are getting here on sunday! YAYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;finally. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for korean food with cynthia on saturday (food was awesome as usual). :D she's going to gold coast, have fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;And sunday I went with my mom and Jamie to meet some of Jamie's friends at a shanghainese restaurant, and the food was marvu, again. :D&lt;br /&gt;Been writing a letter for serene to mail it to her, cause its obviously becomes more sentimental if you can actually HOLD your mail. right? other than emailing. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;Righteo. I've been thinking of posting a letter for sarah and yingxuan as well for christmas. I dunno man. Should i put all the letters together? Or am i that cheapo that i dont wanna pay postage. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Getting results on friday. Kinda excited. :D Going to NZ on tuesday! weeeeheee!&lt;br /&gt;Office isnt that bad. Only when shit happens. Like when I take awhile to label the files and place them in the box, then lift up the box and watch all the documents come crashing down because the dumb box caved in. Right. Other than that its alright. Butt gets sore after hours of sitting there, but i keep myself fairly occupied. :D I made a bracelet out of used staple bullets. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough crap. I'll post again either wednesday or friday mate. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'll change the boring music after my next post aite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-1438157118760890146?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1438157118760890146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=1438157118760890146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1438157118760890146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1438157118760890146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-stand-on-edge-with-me-hold-back-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2203285927456158364</id><published>2009-12-02T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:20:15.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wander through fiction to look for the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sooo i realised i haven't been posting in awhile. :P&lt;br /&gt;If any of you were wondering what i was doing, well i was in the office with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;As i said in one of my previous posts, i'm unable to get work experience to the vet. (Which still is pretty annoying)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my "work" in the office consists of researching about my trip to new zealand. hehehe. Its pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to shred paper as well (oh god i dont know why they use so much paper). And i'll give the shreded paper to the pet stores. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next friday is my graduation! :D&lt;br /&gt;Adams coming back soon!&lt;br /&gt;And my dad &amp;amp; bro are coming over soon! yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;P.S Its my dads birthday today, Happy birthday! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Two days ago was my parents' 25th anniversary! hehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2203285927456158364?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2203285927456158364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2203285927456158364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2203285927456158364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2203285927456158364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/12/wander-through-fiction-to-look-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2393389218138844472</id><published>2009-11-25T16:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:47:58.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;100 Sexiest Movie Stars (Men)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.empireonline.com/100sexiest2009/men/default.asp?star=50"&gt;http://www.empireonline.com/100sexiest2009/men/default.asp?star=50&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Like i said, i understand how Depp got first place. (HAH robert pattinson is second)&lt;br /&gt;But how on earth did this happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Channing Tatum&lt;strong&gt; #50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (YESSSS SERENE!!!), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shia Labeouf #49,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jensen Ackles #47, (the guy from supernatural)&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise #43,&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe #37,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Taylor Lautner #35,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will Smith #23,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Orlando Bloom #18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WTF is Channing doing at #50?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Further more, Taylor Lautner isnt as great an actor as Channing, Shia or Tom. I root for Channing. And I think Shia is a much more talented young actor than Taylor. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;But still wtf is Tom doing at #43? I was expecting him to be top 15. (guess his sexiness died away D: , lol jk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Orlando is top 20!&lt;/span&gt; :D Yayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess Sarah would be delighted that Orlando beat all those people. (yes i do think he's gorgeous if you were wondering. lol) Serene would be &lt;em&gt;majorly pissed &lt;/em&gt;(I am!), and I would still be content with Johnny Depp beating Robert Pattinson. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;How the hell can you compare that white faced stiff fellow to Johnny? (Rob's acting can't compare to Depp's. no debate.)&lt;br /&gt;And anyway! Taylor Lautner is sexier than Robert(I reckon)! So what the hell is rob doing at #2 and taylor at #35?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Dont ask me how i got at that page. Just happened to be swooning by. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sweet, sweet sight for sore eyes.&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/29205357-2393389218138844472?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2393389218138844472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2393389218138844472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2393389218138844472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2393389218138844472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/100-sexiest-movie-stars-men-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-8612636546374842477</id><published>2009-11-23T15:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:14:04.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;I aim to be your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/Swo4Wx4MWCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/bGCd4qteIVc/s1600/New-Moon-Poster-With-Jacob-twilight-series-3633305-630-830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407196266609006626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/Swo4Wx4MWCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/bGCd4qteIVc/s320/New-Moon-Poster-With-Jacob-twilight-series-3633305-630-830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/Swo4WpzAYgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/wnckZY0Tb-s/s1600/-New-Moon-stills-HQ-twilight-movie-7408086-2000-1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407196264439767554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/Swo4WpzAYgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/wnckZY0Tb-s/s320/-New-Moon-stills-HQ-twilight-movie-7408086-2000-1330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched New Moon saturday. My opinion? Its OK. Can't understand whats the hugeee fuss about (obviously OTHER than Taylor Lautner's gorgeous body. lol) Rob Pat's abs made me cringe. Too pale mate get a tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honest opinion? ( may contain spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;You have a good looking boy, a pale boy, and a quiet girl. You give them lines, ask them to act it out. Add in a couple of special effects, couple of other muscly boys, slap in some drama and top it off with a supposedly wonderful, magical romance. What do you get?&lt;br /&gt;You get unintended humour, awfully bad acting, a bunch of teenage girls drooling over pretty boy, and a whole lot of hooha bout the movie. I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Taylor &lt;/span&gt;- Yes I know he's 17, karate, wonderful body. But he is a terrrrrrrible actor. ): Not to be mean or anything but he needs a couple more years of experience and lessons !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kristen&lt;/span&gt; - She needs a couple of lessons as well. During the break-up scene she was trying to do that blink thing, but it didnt really work out that well ay? And c'mon show a bit more enthusiasm! And stretch your face out a bit more, kinda stiff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Robbie&lt;/span&gt; - He too was really stiff. Looked more like he was tryna force the words out off his memory rather than act it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the critisism, i know alot of people are gonna hate me tenfol now - mainly refering to xinyi , though i know she would never read this lol. As well as other Twilight fans.&lt;br /&gt;Right. I probably have alot more to say about that. People at school said that they liked it and i think i kinda offended them (basically refering to the other pamela. i called it shit -.- bad choice of words. she said it was pretty good. ohmygod. hugeeee offence.).&lt;br /&gt;Yea like i was saying i would have more to say bout that but i'll stop here before it becomes a hugeeeee lengthy boring post. (going on and on debating about how it is overated.. etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo! On Sunday I was at galaxy world &amp;amp; karaoke (I know! Something I'd never go to. But ya know me, and i didn't sing. :P).&lt;br /&gt;With 16 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pamela Wu, Joanne, Sara, Theresa, Erryn, Angela, William, Christina, Frank, Paul, Pavelle, Steven, Ben, Jason, Jonathan.&lt;/span&gt; And another guy i dont know his name.&lt;br /&gt;Okay god that took a long time for me to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so as i said we went to galaxy world (aka TimeZone for you singaporeans) and we played heaps of stuff. Well technically i didnt really play anything, it was pretty crowded and i dont really like crowds standing around watching (even though i'm part of it) lol.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how much money they wasted. Probably alot. :P&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke was a rip off. $5 per person per hour. the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Well they made 85 bucks off us. And yea we were only there for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;They tried to sing smooth criminal but obviously you cant keep up with the high pitched talented soulful michael~ still miss him the dude! Pretty sure everyone will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG that reminds me i saw one of those boards at the front of the houses that said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;"SOLD BY&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awesome. lucky owner of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after all the shenanigans it was about 4.30, and more asians came. lol. not to be racist here (:&lt;br /&gt;Sooo i know about 5 other people came - Marilyn, Mandy, Ada and one thai guy and someone else.&lt;br /&gt;And umm Sara, Theresa, Angie, and Erryn left.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty bored. Me and my mom already planned dinner anyway!&lt;br /&gt;So I walked all the way to darling harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;43 degrees&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Stepping out the mall felt like stepping into a desert.&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla I went to have Hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;Had half a rack of ribs which was soooo filling.&lt;br /&gt;You ever get that kinda feeling? You eat too much and you just wanna sit there and do absolutely nothing. Just sit there. Wait for everything to digest.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how i felt for like a whole hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home switched on the tv and saw &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sydney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Opera House&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; (Slams face into wall) I can't freaking believe i missed that free show. And it was MICHAEL BUBLE!!! I could hear the banging sounds outside my house i thought it was the thunderstorm (it was reaaaally cloudy). Turns out it was the FIREWORKS that were on the bloody screen that i was looking at. If i could hear the fireworks, it means, he would have been in a 10km radius of me. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;And Rodney got a picture with him!! IM SOOOO JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, fyi, yesterday was 43 degrees, today is 21 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Would spring just make up its mind already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S this is the 300th post. oh god its about twilight. ( I can't believe it took me 3 years to get to 300th)&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S I'm drooling over orlando bloom. Watching Lord of the Rings 1/2/3 cuz im getting ready for my NZ trip! (yes if you didnt know i'm going to New Zealand in December :D)&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S Depp voted sexiest man alive 2009. HAH in your faces pitt, clooney &amp;amp; pattie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-8612636546374842477?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8612636546374842477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=8612636546374842477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8612636546374842477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8612636546374842477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-aim-to-be-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_f5cJNbEcvio/Swo4Wx4MWCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/bGCd4qteIVc/s72-c/New-Moon-Poster-With-Jacob-twilight-series-3633305-630-830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-2259450603677810602</id><published>2009-11-18T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:20:51.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Day Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pretty darn bored in school. There's no background laughter from Harrison. Rather quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. There were 3 Johnny Depp films on tv just now. Got bored at the third one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;And he had different accents in each one. (Nick of Time, From Hell, Donnie Brasco) Oh so talented you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besi came over to my house today (we didnt even intentionally plan) and we there was these two dogs (one of which is the baker's dog who lives right next to me, and the other being some guy's dog who was left outside, maybe it escaped), and we were stroking them for so long and dying to steal one of them. HAHA. jokes. I badly want a puppy lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she was "exploring" my place and she was sooooo fascinated by everything hahaha. Then i baked some cookies - my mom bought the paste thingo from woolsworth, so basically all we had to do is to scoop bit by bit out and then place it on the pan. It was awesome :D , though the chocolate chips were pretty rich (which is a good thing anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. I've got bad news bout work experience. Remember the previous vet i was talking about? The one that Adam got a slot in. Yeah so that one didnt have a slot for me, so i tried asking the other smaller vet near my place. They don't offer work experience. ):&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwww i'm so sad about it! Adam said it was pretty fun to just sit there and calm the pets that woke up from surgery. That would be sooooo awesome. Spend a whole day sitting there petting puppies and kitties. Although cleaning up their mess is a whole other story. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo i'm bored. Don't know what else to talk about. I don't know why i rated 2012 4.5/5 in my previous post. I'll give it 5/5. :P&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go read the Time Traveler's Wife. Better finish it. teeheee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2259450603677810602?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2259450603677810602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2259450603677810602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2259450603677810602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2259450603677810602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-three-still-pretty-darn-bored-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-650322958013057599</id><published>2009-11-16T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:59:54.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 1 without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Adam &amp;amp; Harrison flew off to HongKong. nuuuuuu don't leave me behind. D:&lt;br /&gt;Yes i'll absolutely miss them terribly! Adam is coming back in 3 weeks (on the 7th of Dec), and Harrison is coming back next year! D: noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;And when Adam comes back on the 7th, we'll have a week before i fly off to New Zealand!&lt;br /&gt;Mannnnnn. ): Its the first school day without them and i already miss them. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any idea how quiet it is without the,&lt;br /&gt;"BOTTOM BOTTOM BOTTOM!"&lt;br /&gt;"OOMPA LOOMPA, OOMPA LOOMPA"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh noooo! you no touchy touchy!"&lt;br /&gt;"The what now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg do you know what she did last night?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ewwww as if you would!"&lt;br /&gt;"PAME PAME PAMELA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Want a mint?"&lt;br /&gt;"Go away Pamela!"&lt;br /&gt;"You sickoooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww. Ok. It isnt that bad. Well it might be. I realised that Giang is the only girl in my class that i kinda "talk to" most of the time. Thats so queer. And yes i'm talking about the weird viet girl. Well ok she is nice. But sometimes a little odd. Today we had the relaxation technique class (which was rather funny really but it worked.) So yeah we were doing some type of really simple yoga thingo - which was basically just lying down, deep breathing in silence, and pretty much helping you fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;So we just lay down getting ready to listen to the disc and follow the instructions, where she starts &lt;em&gt;singing my name&lt;/em&gt;. (okay. creepy enough.) And then she looks at me. And says, I can sing any song with your name! Then she goes along to some viet song's tune and continuously sings it with the lyrics only being.. &lt;em&gt;pamelapamelapamela pam - e - la pamela pam pam pamela. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even look at her.&lt;br /&gt;I was like "Oh... kay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Harrison was here to accompany me in that class!! (he was supposed to be in it) D:&lt;br /&gt;And i wish Adam was here to tell me really dumb jokes and tell me that im fat and tell me what boring things he did over the weekend. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakin bout weekend, yesterday, the three of us took a bus to circular quay to shop for stuff at the DFS, but it was only open at 12 and we were there at 10. We headed for Chinatown and stopped by the apple store to get harrison's ipod changed cause there was sand in it from friday(read below). So we walked all the way to Chinatown and had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MacDonalds&lt;/span&gt; (yes.. of all things... harry didnt want Hungry Jacks) D:&lt;br /&gt;And after that we met up with Rachel and watched &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;. I liked the movie. :D Esp enjoyed the company. (: hmmmm i rate it 4.5/5 because i didnt expect the ending. Won't elaborate. Go see it yourself. :D&lt;br /&gt;kay moving on.. We went to all these little asian shops that sell weird stuff (well its weird to them, but its like going to action city and finding funny pens and thingos) lol. So yeah and then we went to the food court to get some food because Rachel was pretty hungry, since she didnt join us for lunch. Me and adam got ourselves a &lt;em&gt;cheese potato ball&lt;/em&gt; - which tasted basically like mashed potato. Well we were getting ready for dinner - it was like 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo after we were done grabbing a bite they had to go home. I was gonna meet my mom for Ajisen. Gave and received hugs and goodbyes. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And they were off&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a terribly draggy post but bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;Last friday we went to the beach - &lt;em&gt;Adam, Harrison, Joanne, Marilyn, Pamela, Christina, Ofir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ofir, Pamela and Adam swam for a little. The rest of us played with sand and we burried Christina and Harrison. Heeeee that was so fun. Later, Joanne Marilyn Pamela and Christina left. Leaving me with Ofir, Adam and Harrison.&lt;br /&gt;We were talking, enjoying the sun, the breeze and everything else for about two hours. Then got ourselves some Hungry Jacks. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yes just so you know Adam was topless at the beach. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404681817415894882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/SwFJeksWR2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/cXCFbfjuRTE/s320/11241_175077572686_708227686_3455145_1832100_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404681822318971394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/SwFJe29VSgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/csl-jOhok3I/s320/11241_175084232686_708227686_3455187_498836_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that candid shot of harry. :D hahah cute aye.&lt;br /&gt;Ooookay i gotta go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb year 10 senior prep program for the next two weeks, then work experience for two weeks. Then Adam comes back :D 21 days more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-650322958013057599?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/650322958013057599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=650322958013057599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/650322958013057599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/650322958013057599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-1-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_f5cJNbEcvio/SwFJeksWR2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/cXCFbfjuRTE/s72-c/11241_175077572686_708227686_3455145_1832100_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-4967195020974223847</id><published>2009-11-14T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:15:14.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;This is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403932630270262882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/Sv6gGJFmvmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LznS31YROPc/s320/this-is-it.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said in my previous post I watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"This Is It"&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't ever been a huge MJ fan in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;I barely even knew the guy. Well you never know what you have till its gone.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was pretty weird that the director for High School Musical was the director for this concert (holy cow two ends of the universe dude). It was good anyhow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403930911390002930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/Sv6eiFwnbvI/AAAAAAAAATg/8_Ml8wq0gRs/s400/big_michael_jackson_this_is_it_1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Breath-taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What i thought was &lt;em&gt;unique&lt;/em&gt; was the way he could take any piece of clothing and make it look good. I mean, you don't see many celebs - guys especially - wearing sequins, glitter and shiney pants do ya? Exactly my point! He's the only guy (well the only one i know of) that can don on glitter, sequins, shiney hats pants shirts - whatever, you name it, its shiney, he can pass it off!&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that he was weaing Ed Hardy pants! (i think its Ed Hardy). lol. And he looked cute in the silver vest, bright orange pants and light blue shirt. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never thought i'd call him cute. lol. I always thought he was some sicko pedophile but all of those rumours and shit are probably all false. The guy was kind, caring, devoted and dedicated to his career and so much more! How on earth could he be that kind of sicko i had thought he was. D: I feel bad for having that image of him in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403932633671299906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/Sv6gGVwec0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/5rIkST6ZZhs/s320/jacko2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than his slick style he had I must commend his dance moves (and backup dancers! They were fullly synchronised and everything!), as well as his strong unique music he created (aww dont you miss him now). His dance moves were sickkkkk hahaha. Yes, very very smooth. How come i never noticed all these little details about him before? It was weird how i was never a big fan even though i sorta knew about him. Aye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. About his music - I know the whole wide world would have already known he's so amazingly musically talented - but I never knew how he could identify and change the tempo, the tone, the beat, as well as the chords so easily and quickly until i saw the movie! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW! i remember he said something like this in the movie -&lt;br /&gt;"You talk about global warming and everything, and you say, &lt;em&gt;they will fix it&lt;/em&gt;. The governments, the humanitarians? &lt;em&gt;They who?&lt;/em&gt; YOU have to begin it."&lt;br /&gt;That was the best line that anyone has ever said about being a part of it! (Well the best that i've ever known!) We indeed have to think deeper. Because we ourselves are the ones that inhabit this earth, but we are the ones that will, as well, kill the earth.&lt;br /&gt;inspiring indeed aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403932118430109602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/Sv6foWVZz6I/AAAAAAAAATo/MZooohWdRBc/s400/16858830dasurs630200990035am.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Slick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought his final movie/concert would jumpstart my liking of him. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am annoyed with myself for not figuring out all of this about him earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I must say i'm gonna miss the sequins, the voices, the dance moves and the inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye, rest in peace ♥ and&lt;br /&gt;Let your music live on forever &lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-4967195020974223847?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4967195020974223847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=4967195020974223847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4967195020974223847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4967195020974223847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_f5cJNbEcvio/Sv6gGJFmvmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LznS31YROPc/s72-c/this-is-it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-1767566551021319584</id><published>2009-11-11T15:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:20:32.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;If you cut me I suppose I would bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over :D&lt;br /&gt;(well not officially. till friday.)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm gonna fall sick though.&lt;br /&gt;My throat is soooo soreeee ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I watched The Time Traveler's Wife last night. (Instead of This is it. I'll probably watch MJ on the weekend.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402755304191066770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/SvpxUvqqgpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/itWjBvMBexQ/s400/the_time_travelers_wife_movie_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402755305583260738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/SvpxU02ltEI/AAAAAAAAATY/5c7WngRAhsY/s400/the_time_travelers_wife_ericbana_rachelmcadams-500x333-768021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/5 It was portrayed beautifully and it got everyone caught up in their tears at the end.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel was soooo cute in the movie! Hahaha! And Eric Bana was so romantic. *melts*&lt;br /&gt;They were such a cute couple in the movie. Like the hulk and a delicate lil girl. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna finish the book sooner or later. Probably gonna fall in love with the story twofold. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-1767566551021319584?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1767566551021319584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=1767566551021319584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1767566551021319584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1767566551021319584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-cut-me-i-suppose-i-would-bleed.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/SvpxUvqqgpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/itWjBvMBexQ/s72-c/the_time_travelers_wife_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29205357.post-3897284681213244107</id><published>2009-11-09T19:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:18:01.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Gotta shine my Rusty Halo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English and Science papers were alot easier than expected. Really terribly worried about history and geography tomorrow. But i have a gut feeling it'll be the eng&amp;amp;sci paper standard. Ahhhhh. Too.Much.To.Absorb.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even bothered to study for maths. I'll just memorise a couple of formulas (they apparently give most of the formulas for you. How queer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only just began studying for history. I'm seriously in deep shit for it.&lt;br /&gt;sch-wuu-eed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography theres too much information to memorise. Well i memorised one part of the foreign aid. Hopefully that comes out for the 15 mark essay response. (then i WIN)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gonna go look for work experience at the other bondi vet hosp near my house (hopefully they have slots or else i'll stab mr bollard. I'm so tempted to strangle him. AHHH. kidding)&lt;br /&gt;And then after that i'm gonna watch This Is It (MJ~!) or The Time Traveler's Wife (Eric Bananananana! He's Australian mayte. And Rachel Mcadams! Shes so cuteee! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITED/NERVOUS for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my paper in 12 hours. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3897284681213244107?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3897284681213244107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3897284681213244107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3897284681213244107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3897284681213244107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/gotta-shine-my-rusty-halo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-8643685389529739756</id><published>2009-11-07T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:48:27.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg child's play is showing on tv right now.&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap this is the show that started my "phobia" of scary movies in 2003. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go record it and go watch it on tuesday lol. I'm sure it won't be as scary to me now as it was before.&lt;br /&gt;hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for my Sch Cert of Monday&amp;amp;Tuesday!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-8643685389529739756?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8643685389529739756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=8643685389529739756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8643685389529739756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/8643685389529739756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-childs-play-is-showing-on-tv-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-1791171929909746849</id><published>2009-11-04T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:18:23.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"You can't change your life. But you can change how you respond to situations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman lost her whole family in a car crash: her husband and two children.&lt;br /&gt;And three years later she said, "I'll live life to the fullest, because i know i will be able to see them again, someday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady was on the Ellen Degeneres show yesterday, and she's was (recently got knocked off) on The Biggest Loser. It's amazing how much she had to endure through and eventually be able to smile, with a twinkle in her eyes, that says that she's happy. Truely inspiring. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get that feeling, where you see everyone else that is so inspiring and have done so many incredible things, and you look at yourself and you feel you're here on earth for a purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask, what is my purpose here.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't found an answer just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with my mind twisting rhetorical questions. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-1791171929909746849?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1791171929909746849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=1791171929909746849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1791171929909746849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1791171929909746849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/woman-lost-her-whole-family-in-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2357121914033510579</id><published>2009-11-03T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:57:04.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking of joining twitter after looking at ashton kutcher's profile. HAH he's gorgeous. :D yummy. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/aplusk"&gt;http://dailybooth.com/aplusk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's adorable with his two dogs!&lt;br /&gt;lol. He seems so normal when he takes photos of himself. isnt that cuuuuteeee :D&lt;br /&gt;i'll stalk cole and dylan sprouse next. lol. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to get focused on studying. And my school certificate is next week. hahaha. Someone please slap me in the face. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2357121914033510579?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2357121914033510579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2357121914033510579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2357121914033510579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2357121914033510579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/thinking-of-joining-twitter-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-4912557397066772186</id><published>2009-10-31T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:33:55.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick-or-treating wasn't as enthusiastic as i thought it would be, but i still kinda had fun anyway! :D Was really embarassed to take a bunch of candy when they offered, so i took one or two pieces. I came back with just maybe bout 400 grams of candy? gave half to adam. I can't believe Adar got like 2kilos worth of candy. Dang someone's gonna get a sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. We saw quite a lot of posh houses. I'm so jealous. Ahhh. Rich kids. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was this lorikeet that was bleeding and stuck in the bushes, and All of us (12 of us i think : Ofir, Adar, Todd, Sebastian Russell, Adam, Shawn, Besi, Moses, and 3 other people whose names i don't know. :P) , were crowding around. Me, Adam and Besi got sick of waiting for em so we were just hanging around waiting for them to set it free (way to go for me and adam, vets in training. lol.) Anyway they got it loose and it couldnt fly, so they gave it to one of the neighbours to take care of it and perhaps give it to the RSPCA (which supposedly is like in Queensland. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well hope that bird heals quickly. I'm going to Olympic Park with my mom, Cynthia and Januar tomorrow. Gonna cycle, have a picnic, maybe rollerblade.. etc. Heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I won't be seeing Adam for like 10 days because he's going on Work Experience (which kinda pisses me off but i think i'm over it lol.), so anyway i'll miss him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-4912557397066772186?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4912557397066772186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=4912557397066772186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4912557397066772186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/4912557397066772186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween-d-trick-or-treating.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-7004004212805637200</id><published>2009-10-30T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:32:44.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;A Night To Remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloweeeeeeen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kinda celebrated at school today. Didn't really do much. I wore an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; jumper with the peanuts cartoon on it, and black jeans with sneaks. During recess Adam tried painting my face which horribly disfigured me. So i rubbed it off with some tissue (thank god it came off), and Adar wanted to try. This time, she seriously got on my nervous. You have no idea how annoyed i got by her. She wanted to put black around my eyes but she screwed up and just wanted to draw all over instead. Then the bell rung and i was gonna be late for class, but she INSISTED on finishing and i tried to get my things and move away. I nicely asked her to stop but instead she randomly attacked me with it and it got on my ear and my hands. wtf. So yes, i got very very pissed and i asked her to F off, but she still didnt. Third time, i got up and turned around and walked away. Jeez what the hell is wrong with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. not in a good mood. But still went to history being excited about getting my marks which was horrible. I got like 50 or 60 something. I had absolutely no idea how to answer the last question on how the culture was influenced in the 1960's. We only did one sheet on that (which i didn't study for. -.-). So Adam tried to put the fake blood. It worked like a charm. Woah it looked so real. He put one across his eyes (like lion king lol), and he put one on my cheek and dripping from my lips, and then another across my neck. Everybody gave the same reaction, "holy crap THAT LOOKS SO REAL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. ok. Cooled down from the adar thingy. They had the costume competition thingy during lunch. And there was this guy that dressed up as a terroist. LOL he was so comical. :D Everyone else just tried to walk away from the stage asap, but he full did a catwalk and danced. He shook his ass and everything. hahaha. Lightened up my mood. :D And when he was on stage collecting his prize he pulled down his pants. WTF lol. He was wearing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red bonds&lt;/span&gt; and he stuffed it with paper or something. Hahahah. That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going &lt;strong&gt;trick-or-treating&lt;/strong&gt; with Adam , Besi , Ofir (hoepfully not adar..) tomorrow. Harrison doesnt wanna come with us. D: He's going with Erryn and Sara and people. ugh. Oh well. I guess i'll still enjoy myself since Adam will be there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Don't you just love Adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-7004004212805637200?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7004004212805637200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=7004004212805637200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7004004212805637200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/7004004212805637200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-so-you-know-now-youre-on-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-3860237739885588446</id><published>2009-10-28T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:29:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://valentinesdaymovie.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch this movie. omg. Just look at the cast memebers. How the hell did they get all these people?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0817230/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking taylor lautner, taylor swift, anne hathaway, ashton kutcher.. alot more. GO SEE FOR YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3860237739885588446?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3860237739885588446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3860237739885588446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3860237739885588446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3860237739885588446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpvalentinesdaymovie.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-3608561410632199694</id><published>2009-10-27T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:21:46.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Either way, I'll break your heart someday. But leaving you is the last thing on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would honestly dread the day being dropped off at woodlands ring secondary and walking into the same old gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i would honestly prefer to stay here than go back there.&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;I just said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrison said something to me today that was really touching. (:&lt;br /&gt;I've been discussing with them if i should stay or go, and they seem to be the only two people that affect my decision. (excluding my mom of course)&lt;br /&gt;(I can't recall if i've discussed this on this blog, but i'll continue anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine us having the days of our lives on halloween, birthday parties, christmas, and then they would have to see me off, and i would never see them ever again. Hell no i don't ever want it to be like that. ):&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not saying that i never want to see my singaporean friends. rightttt?&lt;br /&gt;Oh jeez my dad just sent a letter to mrs kok about my "maybe" application back to school.&lt;br /&gt;WOULDNT IT BE IRONIC IF SHE DECLINED.&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already picture myself, sitting on my bed TRYING MY BEST to understand physics shit, and frustrating the hell out of myself. And then becoming even more pissed having to wake up at 6am daily, and coming home at 6pm. I can't even believe i survived the past two years living like that. Jeez. Of course i'll have "some sort of stress" here. Including doing heavy assignments, essays.. ecetra. But I don't wanna go home just because of my friends. I mean, yeah of course i have my best friends back at home but i can always make new friends with new people, and be more exposed to different cultures and stuff. (please correct me if i'm wrong.) I NEVER mean to say that ANYONE can replace BLXP(or xinyi, voonjin.. those group of people..). I don't think any teen has thought of how far they see themselves in the future like me, (perhaps i'm wrong) but i don't even wanna picture the fact that all of us drift apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a freaking poll if i should stay or go.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this whole year has been a dream. Gone by too quickly. I can't even convince myself that i have been under the australian influence. Would two years be any different? Three maybe? How about half a decade? Oh man. I seriously need to rethink this clearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3608561410632199694?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3608561410632199694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3608561410632199694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3608561410632199694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3608561410632199694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/either-way-ill-break-your-heart-someday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-3838822269252789294</id><published>2009-10-26T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:07:20.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 15&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday Joseph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojo jojo&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;br /&gt;Plot bf (:&lt;br /&gt;etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Glad you enjoyed your day! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-3838822269252789294?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3838822269252789294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=3838822269252789294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3838822269252789294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/3838822269252789294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-15-th-birthday-joseph-mojo-jojo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2632240325516961204</id><published>2009-10-25T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:04:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Buried sweetly in your yellow hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her head fell back on the seat as she took a glance at her watch, realising that it would be another half an hour to get back to her station. Slightly annoyed that she had got on the wrong train and wasted an hour of her time, she plugged her earphones in and decided to indulge herself in some music. Across her, sat two rather plump women.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, she thought. How could anyone get to that stage where your feet look like they're swelled up? Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train came to a gentle stop. And out the window opposite of her was a few lakes, couple of pine trees, and fishermen laid back in their chairs just waiting for a bite.&lt;br /&gt;She tapped on her little device and the song changed.&lt;br /&gt;She heaved a sigh and realised it was only Tempe, and it would be about another 6 stations before she got off. She turned her head as she sighed and at the bottom deck of the train, sat the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her whole life. She wanted to remember his face forever and looked at the little details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore a baby blue singlet, which outlined his muscular upper build, and he wore a pair of straight-cut jeans with a rather large silver belt, together a pair of sneaks.&lt;br /&gt;His face was nothing she had ever seen before. How on earth could it be possible for someone to have such perfect facial features? That was the only question that ran through her mind. He had blonde hair, and his fringe was straight and slanted over his left eye. The back of his hair was curly and gelled up to give the spikey look. He wore a pair of sunglasses, that had a dark purple shade in the lens. His fringe gently covered a slight bit of his sunglasses, and it looked perfect on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a sharp and fine nose, again, perfect. His jawline stood out and made his face look slim. What else could she have descrived about his lips? Absolutely kissable. He wore a metal tag that dangled off his neck, like 'em soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;The three p.m sun shined onto his face as if he was at a photoshoot. It seemed like she was meeting a celebritiy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached the Central station and he had gotten off. And that was the first and last time she saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven't figured by now, to summarise the whole big lengthy blob of mess i wrote up there, i met a hot guy. I dont know his name, dont know where he's from, but he's absolutely gorgeous and he was wearing my favourite colour. HEHEEEEE! Super hyped talking about him. Hahaha. Also, i bought a striped hot pink &amp;amp; dark blue shirt yesterday and its soooo pretty. :D I bought a white jacket and another light brown &amp;amp; white striped shirt today lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay the end. hehehehe. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2632240325516961204?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2632240325516961204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2632240325516961204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2632240325516961204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2632240325516961204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/buried-sweetly-in-your-yellow-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6065524864014215621</id><published>2009-10-21T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:16:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Death ends a life, not a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just watched Tuesdays With Morrie, and this one truely speaks to every single person.&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely shocked with this epiphany i'm having from watching the movie. I've thought about this once in awhile. People start to appreciate another only when they start disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;All my life i'm always worried about this, scared about that. But if i were to say for example, I have a due date for life, that was coming soon. Any day. Nobody knows when. When your life skips forward all of a sudden, you feel like you have to remember and cherish every single small detail about everyone. It's really funny how i say it like this, but everyone left behind are more afraid of forgetting, than you. I've never really talked about life or death. People always say, "You're young, choose wisely... etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who really wants to worry about jobs and surviving all their life?&lt;/span&gt; (this is the question i've been asking myself for a LONG time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first at primary school, you're thinking. Okay, hey. This is like a basic "common sense" necessity. When I got to the end of sec 2 when we had to choose our subjects, was when it really hit me.&lt;br /&gt;Here, you're choosing out what you're gonna use to get to poly/JC/uni. When i came here, i had to make the real decision. And i chose advanced english, advanced math, biology, chemistry , physics and economics, thinking that i would open up more choices for future jobs. Honestly? I suck at science.&lt;br /&gt;And i've talked about Work experience in my previous post, or rant, in my words. Almost all students here have tried work experience. This work experience helps you gain a little knowledge about what exactly it is that they do, and if helps you decide your choices in the future. Now, i feel its already all laid out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your life what exactly is it that you're aiming for? To get a stable job, family, nice house? What about life as a whole? Seeing the 7 wonders of the world? What ever happened to sitting back and relaxing for awhile? I'm hell not gonna wait till i retire for that to happen. I guess i want a bit of an adventure in my life compared to other people. Or maybe its just the way i look at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, my long grandmother story comes to a conclusion that: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life is too short to be wasted.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;So, I appluade the show (i hope i get to read the book), and i give it 5/5 stars, for speaking out to the whole world about life, and cherishing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing i'd like to talk about is my hiphop dance class.&lt;br /&gt;It was toooootally&lt;strong&gt; awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't expect it to be this fun! The dance teacher played all those really modern songs, like black eyed peas, ciara, sean paul. And she made up dance moves &lt;strong&gt;on the spot&lt;/strong&gt;. SOOOO cool. Bessie didnt like it though. ): She doesnt wanna come next lesson. ):&lt;br /&gt;But harrison said if he's not going next lesson he owes me 20 bucks. So i'm gonna drag him in one way or another. I feel all wobbly and sore but that was SUCH a good workout. Awesome. We're doing stuff thats really like step up and stuff. I dont mean that we're jumping across the room over someones head and doing headspins or anything, but we're doing really simple but cool stuff like sliding across the room and really dancing according to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing i'm worried abotu is the showcase at the end of the term. Noooo i dont wanna perform in front of a crowd. I havent done that since like P2 when 2J had a chinese new year dance which was totally shitty and out of sync. (basically just swaying left and right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited now lol. :D So yea, i do feel like a Jenna Dewan now(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hell yeah who doesnt wanna be married to channing tatum the most gorgeous dancer on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA i bet serene will comment on this :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont ask me to perform for you after you read this post. k! haha byeee! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6065524864014215621?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6065524864014215621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6065524864014215621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6065524864014215621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6065524864014215621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-like-im-jenna-dewan-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-931463311225983830</id><published>2009-10-20T19:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:28:51.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;His teardrop's waiting for the fall out.&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones may break his bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So it's been a week since I last posted. Gosh time passes fast.&lt;br /&gt;School started yesterday. Oh well same old.&lt;br /&gt;OHYEAH.&lt;br /&gt;Something I just wanna moan about, don't read if you cant handle me going on and on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dumb Bondi vet hospital thingy planned my work experience too early. Or.. in other words.. Planned it in the week of my finals. wtf. Adam's is a week before mine. And he said he won't cancel because he can still stay at home and study. GRRRR. Luck isn't on my side is it. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;They can't reschedule because they don't have any slots after that week. D:&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUTTTTTT!!!!!! I'm the one that wants to be the friggin VET! Okay, I won't scream at Adam or anything. but.... ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i can get any other work experience elsewhere. ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if theres another vet hospital anywhere. Oh mannnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;I thought if i tried this out then maybe it would help me sort out my decisions on what job i wanna take in the future, and whether i can handle all the yucky infections and diseases and fleas and bleeding and whatever. ):&lt;br /&gt;whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyme. nononononono. D:&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to this for like 2 months!! D: D: D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Fml. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of moaning about my unluckiness.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I went to jewish scripture today. LOL. And they let me in. wtf? lol. I'm asian dude.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was this guy that was one of the holocaust survivors (i.e survivers of the Nazi rule and World War II) He was one of the guys that was in the concentration camps. He's soooo lucky because he was like one of the other twenty people that managed to be saved. Lucky dude!&lt;br /&gt;But sadly his parents were killed in the concentration camps. ): And he's gonna write a book about it! He said stuff like he moved to Australia because he never wanted to go back there, because to him it was a graveyard of all his people. That was an interesting lesson. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHH i'm still kinda pissed about work experience.&lt;br /&gt;@%#!^%&amp;amp;*@!&amp;amp;@$!*&amp;amp;$%*!@^!*%@*&amp;amp;%*!^*!@%^#%!$#^$@!%^#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next boring moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I love this song, Belle of the Boulevard by Dashboard Confessional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-931463311225983830?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/931463311225983830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=931463311225983830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/931463311225983830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/931463311225983830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-teardrops-waiting-for-fall-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-6587451505627806102</id><published>2009-10-13T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:17:02.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;She's got the looks that are just ain't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we didn't get to the picnic, or get a chance to watch fame.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody planned and nobody bothered. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm rather curious as to how many people view my blog a week, I dunno. Just seems like I don't have as much viewers as before.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway blogging is just a journal right? And then there's just some extra comments from friends. So then again why do i need to know. Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty bored at home. Don't get me wrong. I love to lay on the couch on a cold spring's day and just enjoy a movie or two at home. But I just suddenly feel i'm entirely antisocial for not going out with any of my schoolmates this two week holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with Australian students though? Almost every single person I've known here have gotten a job once, or have had more than 3 jobs previously. Maybe people are looking for cheap labour or something.. idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really funny when you're alone for six hours. Makes you think alot don't you think? While i'm cosily at home having lunch, you guys,(just finished your exams yea i know) but anyway my point is, when you guys are all at school, i dont have anyone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;I've only got 8 people from my current school on msn. Yes terribly pathetic please don't point it out. And Harrison is usually the one that's only online. And yes, we don't talk much online unless it has to do with homework or printing something for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Ive got alot of stuff to keep me occupied. I don't know. Just feels that way. How much does a person change every year? I'll still be the same person. The one that gets annoyed easily. Not that patient. Little shy. Definitely I feel like everyone around me has grown up too quickly. Being around Adam &amp;amp; Harrison , well they're both 16. Ready to take on the world in their brand new cars and have flings and drink. While I am still in my own little 12-year-old world of not caring less for my appearance, still trying my best to blend in with the crowd, still moaning about the littlest problems i get.. You know how it is. Been there, done that, haven't cha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is my problem then? I don't know. I wish it struck me one day like how i suddenly realised i've lived for 15 years. The other day I was curious about the rumours about the 2012 apocolypse. And i got terribly afraid. I don't wanna die when i'm 18. Nobody does!&lt;br /&gt;What if it does happen though?&lt;br /&gt;If you knew it would definitely come, judgement day. Would you create a bucket list? Would you still live everyday as you have been the past years of your life? Would you choose to ignore the whole date and everything?&lt;br /&gt;There are tonnes of things I wanna do. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grow old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and sit in a rocking chair and have teabreaks. Own a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;luxurious home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and own a few acres of land. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horse ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; through it. Have a bodyguard. Be a passenger of a limo. Own a puppy. Go to prom. Graduate. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought that this would be a short post. Haha guess not. :P&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Happy partying everyone! Its post-exams. Go have your share fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember:&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong,&lt;br /&gt;hold your own,&lt;br /&gt;know your name,&lt;br /&gt;go your own way.&lt;br /&gt;.. Details in the fabric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-6587451505627806102?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6587451505627806102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=6587451505627806102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6587451505627806102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/6587451505627806102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/shes-got-looks-that-are-just-aint-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2091913572240218887</id><published>2009-10-09T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:04:48.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit! Jason Behr was in singapore in '07. WTF i should have known earlier and gotten his autograph. lol. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i have done pretty much absolutely nothing but use the computer and watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Boring aye.&lt;br /&gt;Planning a picnic w Adam &amp;amp; Harrison ( i honestly doubt we'll get to it though. )&lt;br /&gt;And monday hopefully i can catch Fame with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i suddenly feel i need a make over.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up one day and got sick of my jeans. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(I bet Serene &amp;amp; Sarah were dying for this day to come.) AYE?!&lt;br /&gt;My mom is asking why i'm not interested in make up and stuff like the two of them. Go figure. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-2091913572240218887?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2091913572240218887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2091913572240218887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2091913572240218887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2091913572240218887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/shit-jason-behr-was-in-singapore-in-07.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-981907652276468470</id><published>2009-10-03T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:59:08.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello lovely people! :D&lt;br /&gt;well my trials finally ended yesterday. yay!&lt;br /&gt;Science and history were pretty hard. D:&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i'm having my 2 week holiday now.&lt;br /&gt;No homeworrrkkkkk! yay! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noooo idea what to post about.&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisisphotobomb.com/"&gt;www.thisisphotobomb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-981907652276468470?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/981907652276468470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=981907652276468470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/981907652276468470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/981907652276468470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-lovely-people-d-well-my-trials.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-1661134115990392160</id><published>2009-09-27T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:09:55.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really proud of myself for learning the basics of trigonometry by myself and understanding further trigonometry. :D&lt;br /&gt;Having a test tomorrow so i hope it goes smoothly! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Gluck to myself! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29205357-1661134115990392160?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1661134115990392160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=1661134115990392160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1661134115990392160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/1661134115990392160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-really-proud-of-myself-for-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-29205357.post-2246901580009596552</id><published>2009-09-25T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:24:45.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Will Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385395558047054050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/SrzEuhxceOI/AAAAAAAAATE/oPyq4wvTAh4/s400/Will-will-smith-4504889-240-300.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 41st Birthday Will! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad boys bad boys, watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do, when they come for you? (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/29205357-2246901580009596552?l=ova-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2246901580009596552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29205357&amp;postID=2246901580009596552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2246901580009596552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29205357/posts/default/2246901580009596552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ova-here.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-smith-happy-41st-birthday-will-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5cJNbEcvio/SrzEuhxceOI/AAAAAAAAATE/oPyq4wvTAh4/s72-c/Will-will-smith-4504889-240-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
