<?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-3988211</id><updated>2012-01-20T02:46:30.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-My Life My Story-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>935</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115993626140679787</id><published>2006-10-03T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:31:01.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-end of my story-</title><content type='html'>i've decided to shut down this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like having my life on display anymore. not that i liked it from the beginning, but too many things has happened, and i want my privacy from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well....goodbye my precious. goodbyeeeeee................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115993626140679787?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115993626140679787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115993626140679787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115993626140679787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115993626140679787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-my-story.html' title='-end of my story-'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115976304521055790</id><published>2006-10-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:24:05.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what kind of dumbass eats udon noodles and splatters soup into her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ler. why am i earing so much?! i told myself to eat more fruits when i was on the bus, but the moment i came home, i opened the box of crackers, and munched on it. then i opened the pantry, and made a bowl of udon noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fruits my ass -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, remember how i kneed myself on my nose during the hamilton trip..which was like a month ago? *&lt;a href="http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/road-trip-hamilton-040906-050906.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;* i was rubbing my nose today, and it still hurts -_- what is wrong with my nose?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my shoulder is killing me. the right one too! *wails* dont know how it became so sore! i cant even put my backpack strap on it &gt;"&lt; all these injuries when i go away on trips. hope i'm not gonna break a leg or something in my next trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant be bothered blogging anymore. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115976304521055790?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115976304521055790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115976304521055790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115976304521055790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115976304521055790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-kind-of-dumbass-eats-udon-noodles.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115968533544315502</id><published>2006-09-30T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:48:55.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Candy and I developed a new food product for our FoodSci 304 lab. The idea was contributed by &lt;a href="http://memaniac.blogspot.com"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/savmb1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/savmb2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds gross, looks gross (is it?) but tastes nice for some. Sizzies said they taste like pet food (--) but mum said it was good. Dont care about other opinions, coz it's really difficult to please my mum's taste buds. HEH. but the last time we made them in lab, they were really popular! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might make MORE this Friday, since it's our last trial before the final presentation. Hopefully i wont be on cleaning duty again *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115968533544315502?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115968533544315502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115968533544315502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115968533544315502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115968533544315502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/10/candy-and-i-developed-new-food-product.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115967237013210131</id><published>2006-09-30T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:12:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>i'm BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more sitting in the car for hours and hours, and no more surviving on 1 hour of sleep :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos up later. i uploaded it on the family's desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mwah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115967237013210131?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115967237013210131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115967237013210131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115967237013210131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115967237013210131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115951880658997994</id><published>2006-09-29T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:33:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>w00t w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids-weekend-away-from-parents is FINALLY here!!! gee, one WHOLE week of waiting sure went by quickly! *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving at 6am, that means waking up at 5am. my sister is apparently going to wake up at 4.30am, so she can be all pretty or something -.-" kids these days..aieee..*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think i'm the vain pot, hurhur, think again. i am NO WHERE near that vain pot, who happens to be my sister. the same sister who raids MY wardrobe over and over again before mufti-day at school, the same sister who took all MY nice clothes and make up and belt and what nots, the same sister who...............well, is the vain pot :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this sister is only 12 &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, today, we went shopping to get ready for the trip. last minute, i know, but hey, adrenaline pumping and all, that's what makes our shopping trip interesting...not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are SO SORE! they havent even recovered from my shopping trip last week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got:&lt;br /&gt;:: 3 snow gloves..or rather, mittens :D&lt;br /&gt;:: a roxy beanie for me *heart heart*&lt;br /&gt;:: a ski jacket for my baby sis&lt;br /&gt;:: a ski pants for me and my baby sis (just track pants only la..)&lt;br /&gt;:: and another half top for me! $9.90 only! i know it's not for the ski trip, but what the heck! it was so cheappp!! and gorgeous too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went from store to store trying to get thermal pants, but then, we're one season too late, so we didnt get any. looks like i'm going to freeze my legs off up at the mountains &gt;"&lt; will rummage through my wardrobe to see if there's anything for me to wear with my ski pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy spent quite a bit today :S eeps! but but...that means we won't have to buy any more things the next time we go skiing...except maybe for the ski goggles. saw one today..and it was ABSOLUTELY adorable! it was PINK in colour *melts* but then..we dont really need one since we're only ski-n00bs, so sunnies will do for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the shopping kinda made my day. i tell you..i was so grumpy when i left the lab this afternoon. seriously, i dont EVER want to be put on lab-cleaning duty with Victoria and Heather ever agian ok!! this is what they do when they're on cleaning duty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: pretend to be busy&lt;br /&gt;:: stand at a corner and txt&lt;br /&gt;:: stand outside the lab and CHAT with her friends&lt;br /&gt;:: use all the utensils, and bring it to the back and leave it there for others to wash. WHAT THE HECK?! since when did WE become your slave, HUH?? IDIOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to complain about this!! i am so pissed off, it's not even funny ok. Candy and I did the washings almost non-stop and we kept getting picked on. it's so unfair! hello, we're not the only ones on cleaning duty ok?? there are 6 people in total!! 2 of them were busy with their products, so fair enough, but the other 2!! ARRGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only did they barge in and use the oven we were using HALFWAY....they lied to us by saying they only needed the oven for EIGHT FREAKING MINUTES! to HELL you go with your 8 minutes, biatches! you took like at least 30 minutes ok! in fact, almost an hour!! EEJITTTTSSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh just thinking about it makes me want to gauge their eyes out and stab them with toothpicks!! yes, i'm very evil. but i think they deserve it *inserts my favourite emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know which one is my favourite emoticon? it's the one where one round fella comes to poke the other until it passes out! i LOVE that emoticon. yes!! POKE POKE!! POKEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i will stop here because i am going to scare everyone away with me poking away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115951880658997994?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115951880658997994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115951880658997994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115951880658997994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115951880658997994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/w00t-w00t-kids-weekend-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115943160838261795</id><published>2006-09-28T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:20:08.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>show the camera some lovin', yo~!</title><content type='html'>i was looking at the pictures i took yesterday evening, before leaving for the conference, and i realized i look so very very very MATURE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/matureme.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. i look so skinny here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/matureme2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked a bit blur~ hehehe. lack of sleep :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mature right?? righttt?? ooh i finally look my age. or maybe older. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was comparing my hand size with my youngest sis, who's 10 this year. and this is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/hands.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L= my hand, R= sis' hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's catching up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115943160838261795?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115943160838261795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115943160838261795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115943160838261795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115943160838261795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/show-camera-some-lovin-yo.html' title='show the camera some lovin&apos;, yo~!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115941862051690003</id><published>2006-09-27T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:43:40.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Char &amp; Grant's Graduation</title><content type='html'>Some pics from Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/grad1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: me, Catherine (i think?), Grant, Eugene, Sam, Jacques, Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/grad2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant &amp; i. i look so small beside him O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/grad3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This....is the look of a guy who has graduated. with the tongue sticking out and everything...i think i'm more mature! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/grad4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char &amp; I. Char looks sooooooo COOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got only 1 pic with Char. coz after taking this pic, her foot decided to go into a cram-spasm -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to everyone who has graduated! WHEE! finally got photos of me with some graduates :D LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that whole picture taking thing...i did a little pit-stop along queen st to have a wee bit shopping :D that's my new skirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/grad5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a skirt frenzy now. kinda sad that i dont have many skirts. i have like, 3 or 4 mini skirts, 1 black formal skirt and 3 or 4 3/4 length skirt. i want more! MORE MORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115941862051690003?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115941862051690003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115941862051690003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115941862051690003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115941862051690003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/char-grants-graduation_28.html' title='Char &amp; Grant&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115939831070202887</id><published>2006-09-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:05:19.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just out of curiosity, do Indian girls ever talk about anything else other than boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, everytime when i'm on the bus or sharing a table with a bunch of Indian girls, all i ever hear is them talking about boys, or telling each other to check out boys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally unrelated note, when i went to get a laptop out, this Indian guy raised his eyebrow at me, so i said hi. he looked familiar, but i dont know if it's Rahul -_- yes i'm very blur today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late, caught the late ferry, was about 5-10 minutes late for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into Jerole while waiting for the free bus. and we talked, just like old times :) i miss that guy. hehehe. funny funny guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerole's indian. that means...my whole post today is about Indian people -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm feeling so woozy now. i feel like i'm drifting from side to side..ahhh what's happening to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. at least i've sorted everything i need to do, and i even saw the Graduation parade while i was at the bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can hardly wait..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115939831070202887?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115939831070202887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115939831070202887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115939831070202887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115939831070202887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-out-of-curiosity-do-indian-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115918302289585507</id><published>2006-09-25T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:17:03.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently listening to: Here I Am (Majesty) by Delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my arms and legs are so sore. in fact, my chest is sore too! i might've over-done the chest exercise on Saturday. geez. hopefully i'll be all good for snowboaring this coming Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i've decided to be more adventurous, step out of my comfort zone and go snowboarding. and if i DO break something, then i'll just....comfort myself and say that i've done what i've always wanted to do. haha i dont know~ yeah i used to love extreme sports a lot, no thanks to Ryan who got me hooked :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of Ryan, i havent spoken to him for a VERY long time now. i think the last time we spoke was when............oh i rang him that evening he left for UK. and gosh that was A YEAR AGO!! aaahhh! see! i'm such a lousy friend! meh and he's not online now -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta meet up with this person outside Farmers at 12noon tmrw, so if i go missing (i hope not! LOL), hack into my gmail account to get this person's details. oh it's to bring him something, and i dont even know this guy -_- i dont even know how he looks like! oh well :p i'll just stand there holding the item up. LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i've gotta walk up to albert park (maybe i'll just be lazy and catch the free bus) and go take piccies with people. i've never taken a grad piccie with anyone before! no one's invited me before :( except for Cassie, but i was in at that time. she didnt inform me earlier! huh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. need to wear comfy shoes, but no sneakers. aiee &gt;&lt; i love my Chuck Taylors. maybe i'll get another pair. wait, no no. no shoes Amy. Save money! NO MORE SHOPPING!! *smacks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, quiet time beckons :)&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am humbled by your Majesty&lt;br /&gt;Covered by your grace so free&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, knowing I'm a sinful man&lt;br /&gt;Covered by the blood of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found the greatest love of all is mine&lt;br /&gt;Since you laid down your life&lt;br /&gt;The greatest sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majesty, Majesty&lt;br /&gt;Your grace has found me just as I am&lt;br /&gt;Empty handed, but alive in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Majesty, Majesty&lt;br /&gt;Forever I am changed by your love&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of your Majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am humbled by the love that you give&lt;br /&gt;Forgiven so that I can forgive&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand, knowing that I'm your desire&lt;br /&gt;Sanctified by glory and fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found the greatest love of all is mine&lt;br /&gt;Since you laid down your life&lt;br /&gt;The greatest sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115918302289585507?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115918302289585507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115918302289585507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115918302289585507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115918302289585507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/currently-listening-to-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115907721140293683</id><published>2006-09-23T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:53:31.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*rubs sore &amp; aching legs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh..just got back from shopping :D i know i know, i shop a lot, but i dont ALWAYS buy something when i go shopping. sometimes i cant find anything that i like, or they dont have the size that i want....so yah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT today...it's all about ME ME ME! no one bought anything else but ME!!!! just ME! HEHEHEHE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to DressSmart, Onehunga with mum and sizzies. usually i wont be able to get anything there coz i'm the common size, so everything there is like, either the really small sizes or those massive ones. but my sizzies and mum can usually find something there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today...is different. it all started at Portmans! my first ever item from Portmans :D got this half top thingy. what do you call it? i dont know...it's so cute! and i got it for a steal!! only $7.20 down from $69.90!!!! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to errr...*scratches head. okay. i dont know where we went next. but then i got MORE stuff. whee! heh ^^ and mommy dearest paid everything for me! gosh i didnt even spend ONE CENT today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a belt for a STEAL again, at Esprit. one of those chunky belts that do not have a purpose other than as a fashion statement. LOL. and then tried on this off-white top, and i quite like it but mommy didnt like it. but i got it anyway. for $7.50. SEE! oh and the belt was half price! like, $17 for a chunky pure leather belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heartheart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...what else did i get? cant remember. too tired to think now -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115907721140293683?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115907721140293683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115907721140293683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115907721140293683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115907721140293683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/rubs-sore-aching-legs-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115883898573858159</id><published>2006-09-21T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T04:43:06.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am the kind of person where....if you steer me in the right direction, then i will follow, but if you steer me in the wrong direction, i will follow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why, i think it is important for me to choose the right circle of friends. in the past, especially when i was settling down in NZ, i have come across many different kind of friends. friends who are irresponsible but they'll do whatever to help you, friends who are very nice but too quiet for me, friends who will be there for you no matter what but perhaps are hypocrites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not saying that i do not have good friends. i thank God each and everyday for putting each and everyone of you in my life. but sometimes, there are a couple of sour grapes in a whole bunch. you see, i am not exactly a person full of angst. to make me not want to talk to you, you must have done something incredibly terrible to me or to someone dear to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout my whole life, i have always told myself to let everyone have a few chances. if they do it once, let them try again. if they hurt me another time, forgive them. and again and again and again. but then, i'm only human, and i can only take that much. and when it comes to that point, enough is enough. and that is when i will cut you out of my life totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know where this entry is going or what my point is, but i just felt like blogging and let something off my chest..so if you dont want to read on, it's ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past, i have only ignored TWO persons. a friend who took advantage of me being nice, and another person who betrayed my trust. i have forgiven that friend, and we are now on talking terms again. we're not as close as we used to be, but it's ok. at the very least, we are talking. the second person, i am still trying to come to terms with. i know it's in the past, and what she did has nothing to do with me now, but betraying my trust and making me empty promises is really a bad thing. i'm still thinking about it, and will pray about it, but things like that takes time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, there's another person that i want to mention. but i dont know what the situation is like. one day it's like that, and another day it's like that. it's such a confusing situation. i've asked around for opinions, and they said to just ignore this person. afterall, what's the point right? so i'm in a dilemma now. i dont know whether to listen to their advise, or go against myself and them and do the opposite. i really dont know....but i think for the time being, i'll leave it as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however...there are still unresolved things. things which are quite important to me..oh i dont know..maybe i should discuss it with mummy dearest and see what she says about it. but i know her answer already...so again, i'll have to pray about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a soft-hearted person -_- it's so easy to take advantage of me...i should really learn to say no sometimes, and keep to it. oh well..only time will tell how much i've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's the end of the rant. i need to sleep now coz the caffeine has FINALLY worn out, and i'm starting to feel like myself again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tip of the day: if you're hyper and there's way too much caffeine in your body, let a bee in to your house and run around until you're worn out :p i'm sorry, i'm very random, but hey, that was what happened to me this afternoon ok..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115883898573858159?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115883898573858159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115883898573858159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115883898573858159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115883898573858159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-kind-of-person-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115874637297836680</id><published>2006-09-20T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:59:33.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i'm really planning to only have 3 hours of sleep, but i'm thinking whether to sleep not will around 1am or study first, then sleep at 3am -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone at CG kept telling me that it's not going to do me any good sleeping so late, but hey, a girl's gotta do what she needs to do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll just work my ass off tonight (study for test) and tomorrow (rush off lab report), and just sleep the whole weekend, and find something fun to do to reward myself :p anyone wanna do something after church? i'm FREEEE! LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to study. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115874637297836680?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115874637297836680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115874637297836680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115874637297836680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115874637297836680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115871256658622070</id><published>2006-09-19T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:36:23.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>favourite song at the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GP04GjifMPk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GP04GjifMPk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115871256658622070?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115871256658622070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115871256658622070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115871256658622070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115871256658622070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/favourite-song-at-moment.html' title='favourite song at the moment'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115871240970407792</id><published>2006-09-19T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:33:33.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodies!!</title><content type='html'>I FOUND MUMMY'S GOODIES BAG STASHED AWAY IN THE PANTRY! BWAHAHAHAHAHAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stashed away from our watchful eye? LOL NO way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking through the pantry, in search of food (as usual), and i saw this white plastic bag sitting at the bottom back shelf. as far as i know, mummy doesnt put stuff in plastic bags when it's in the pantry. so i took a little peek, and *jengjengjeng* i found GOODIES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/goodies.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's little packets of SMARTIES, sugar free JOLS fruit pastilles, AND AND AND 70% LINDT DARK CHOCOLATE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/goodies2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70%?! we've got a 50% one sitting in the pantry too, but it's quite bitter already. but...70%?? eep :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lemme share this with you readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Truth About Chocolate and Your Skin &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a formula for sensational skin: cleanser, moisturizer, sunscreen, and . . . chocolate? You heard right. When eaten, flavanol-rich cocoa, the main ingredient in dark chocolate, improves skin's texture, thickness, hydration, and blood flow. It may even boost your skin's defense against the sun by up to 25 percent! How? It packs serious antioxidant power. Just don't overdo it -- chocolate is high in fat and calories, too. And you still need to wear sunscreen every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. so that explains all the dark chocolate we've been eating lately. apparently, if you get the right amount of antioxidants in your body, you'll look 6 years younger O_o not very good for me right now. if i look 6 years younger, i'll look like i'm 15.  and as it is, people are saying i dont look 21. so what? maybe i'll look about 12? HAHAHA :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everybody, go to your nearest supermarket and grab a bar of dark chocolate now! and be ready to wake up in a few days looking 6 years younger. hahaha :p dont blame me if you gain weight though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115871240970407792?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115871240970407792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115871240970407792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115871240970407792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115871240970407792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodies.html' title='goodies!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115866472923374258</id><published>2006-09-19T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T04:18:49.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when is it going to end?</title><content type='html'>The Pope has expressed his regrets, in other words apologised, but apparently it's NOT clear enough. so now, they want a clearer apology. &lt;a href="http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1157913660895&amp;pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say the Pope is to apologise again, maybe 'clearer' this time, then what next? Ask the Pope to physically swallow back his own words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop it already. it's so immature -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115866472923374258?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115866472923374258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115866472923374258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115866472923374258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115866472923374258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-is-it-going-to-end.html' title='when is it going to end?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115866408767521963</id><published>2006-09-19T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T04:08:08.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going snowboarding/ skiing in 11 days time! YAYYY!!!! hopefully i wont come home with a little souvenir - a "broken" something or a "twisted" something. man i'm going to be so tanned -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, other blog updated. gee, i've been blogging quite a bit these few days eh? *rolls eyes* should really be studying instead of blogging! naughty naughty me :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115866408767521963?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115866408767521963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115866408767521963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115866408767521963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115866408767521963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/going-snowboarding-skiing-in-11-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115864878666808253</id><published>2006-09-18T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:53:07.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pink! pink! PINK!!!</title><content type='html'>yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a little cute-sy notebook for MEself. it's pink! yay! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says "let's talk (about me)" on the front. and it's got a little picture of a kiddy, and it's called "vimrod journal". why vimrod and not nimrod? *confused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway, that notebook is for me to write down my thoughts after doing quiet time. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. got a dvd-r too. yay more songs for me to sing and dance to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this new exercise that can really tighten your abs. i did 30 seconds of it and almost passed out -_- it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; tiring alright :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if in one month time i get really nice abs, then maybe i can sell my little secret. woohoo. AmyCheeEnterprise is expanding. LOL pipedreams :p aye Peter? hehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh dahdee dearest is backk. that means dinner time! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115864878666808253?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115864878666808253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115864878666808253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115864878666808253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115864878666808253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/pink-pink-pink.html' title='pink! pink! PINK!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115856696054636100</id><published>2006-09-18T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:09:31.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've updated my other blog. so go have a look yah? and i've changed the comment thingy so non-blogspot users can leave a comment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i didnt know i had that "blgspot users only allowed to comment" on. never knew there was such thing O.o no wonder i was all blur when Peter said he wont be commenting there. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll turn off the word verification for this blog too. it's such a hassle having to do the word verification before posting a comment every single time -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light of the world, You step down into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Opened my eyes let me see.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty that made this heart adore you hope of a life spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And here I am to worship,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that you're my God,&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely,&lt;br /&gt;Altogether worthy,&lt;br /&gt;Altogether wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of all days,&lt;br /&gt;Oh so highly exalted Glorious in heaven above.&lt;br /&gt;Humbly you came to the earth you created.&lt;br /&gt;All for love's sake became poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to worship,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that you're my God,&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely,&lt;br /&gt;Altogether worthy,&lt;br /&gt;Altogether wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how much it cost to see my sin upon that cross.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how much it cost to see my sin upon that cross.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never know how much it cost to see my sin upon that cross.&lt;br /&gt;No I'll never know how much it cost to se my sin upon that cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to worship,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that you're my God,&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely,&lt;br /&gt;Altogether worthy,&lt;br /&gt;Altogether wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;So Here I am to worship,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that you're my God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite songs at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;one of those songs that will never fail to lift my mood up when i'm down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115856696054636100?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115856696054636100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115856696054636100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115856696054636100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115856696054636100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-updated-my-other-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115847574015593414</id><published>2006-09-16T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:49:18.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>btw, do any of you have hillsong or any other praise&amp;worship song cds that i could borrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115847574015593414?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115847574015593414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115847574015593414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115847574015593414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115847574015593414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/btw-do-any-of-you-have-hillsong-or-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115847359073279457</id><published>2006-09-16T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:13:11.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was really good this morning! had a special performance by the Watoto Children's Choir &lt;a href="http://www.watoto.com"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go for their full performance tonight, but no one wants to go with me. so i'm sitting in front of my laptop chatting away. harummmphh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling a tad better already. throat's not that sore anymore, no more pounding headache, and not coughing like a mad woman any longer! yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if some of you people caught my bug. hehehe i really didnt know i would be sick! heh...hope you all get better soon! will pray for you guys ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. might update my other blog, so have a look if you know the url, if not then, ask me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mwah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115847359073279457?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115847359073279457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115847359073279457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115847359073279457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115847359073279457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/whee-church-was-really-good-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115823084523085697</id><published>2006-09-14T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T03:47:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hokay. sorethroat sucks :( and i'm starting to get flu too. NOT good. and on top of that, aunt petunia has paid her month visit. great...JUST great. no wonder i was feeling so bitchy just the other day &gt;"&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these before the test. ok, it's not good. no wonder my mum kept saying my voice is coarse, i'm coughing yaddayaddayadda. see, i pay too much attention to studying that i am not looking after myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is he playing his little tricks again? ha. it's not gonna get to me this time. nope, it's never going to affect me. never! i'm a strong strong little girl, and God is walking right beside me. no more tricks to play on Amy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whacks said person's head with stilettos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GRINS WITH SATISFACTION*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115823084523085697?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115823084523085697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115823084523085697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115823084523085697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115823084523085697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/hokay.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115815688922671571</id><published>2006-09-13T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T07:14:49.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 2am and i've just finished my lab report...which i was meant to finish before 7pm. yeah i'm 7 hours late -_- i am SO behind time. someone whack me now, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite my busy and hectic schedule, i had time to procrastinate, chat about nonsensical and er, sensical (?) things, attend CG, take photos, and suppress my urge of making more earrings....my my..talk about being productive AND unproductive at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i have been wanting to put a picture of the salad that i made the other day (yesh i know. i can no longer be a proud MEATARIAN). for some reasons, i seem to be the only girl who doesnt eat greens. oh i used to be. but even now, the only greens that i eat would be salad. hmm...wonder what's happening to me? and it doesnt just stop there. i have decided to ake sugar out of my coffee and tea and milo. wonder if it'll do any good to my skin and my weight :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=DSCN1600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/DSCN1600.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps...i'm becoming a health freak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too worried about my weight actually. being less than 50kgs isn't exactly something to be proud of...and it also means that i cannot donate blood. would really like to try donating blood one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/me.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this photo when i was transferring photos from my phone to my laptop. must've taken it when i was working during the break (i only worked one day). so yah. me likes ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115815688922671571?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115815688922671571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115815688922671571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115815688922671571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115815688922671571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-2am-and-ive-just-finished-my-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115805662015860814</id><published>2006-09-12T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T03:29:21.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photoblog will do de talking</title><content type='html'>my favourite-st picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=amychristine.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/amychristine.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; christine (love ya long long long time!! MWAH MWAHHH!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=amytinalucylen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/amytinalucylen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us - the tourists in Paeroa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=bollywood.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/bollywood.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. quote Christine "Bollywood Power!" look at Christine (red top)! she is a true Bollywood dancer la ok! and i look..funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=amylucytinalen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/amylucytinalen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh ^^" us trying to be Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=amylentinalucy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/amylentinalucy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ronery...i am so ronery..." that's why i hugged the pole. heheh kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=amychristine2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/amychristine2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and gorgeous dahling again! (cannot resist. MWAHHH MWAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=tinalenlucyamy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/tinalenlucyamy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us us! the dahlings! Christine was taking this pic for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=lenamytinalucy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/lenamytinalucy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy sipping her 'tea'. wonder what she had for brekkie that morning....  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=christinelentinalucyamy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/christinelentinalucyamy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love how Tina posed in this pic ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=constipated.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/constipated.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i look constipated here..trying to take a picture of the L&amp;P bottle in Paeroa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=tinalenlucyamy2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/tinalenlucyamy2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. kinda forgotten about this pic..so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sorry about the bad quality pics. no, it's not because the photographer is bad. it's because some of them were really tiny..so i zoomed them in and "print screen"-ed them. so uhm, yeah :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115805662015860814?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115805662015860814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115805662015860814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115805662015860814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115805662015860814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/photoblog-will-do-de-talking.html' title='photoblog will do de talking'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115805495276463877</id><published>2006-09-12T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T02:55:53.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today..</title><content type='html'>i was reminded about a phone conversation that i had with a telemarketer last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telemarketer: hi! can i speak to your parents please?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh...they're not home.&lt;br /&gt;t: oh, is there anyone else at home?&lt;br /&gt;me: erm, no. just me..&lt;br /&gt;t: oh dear! you're looking after yourself?! your parents left you all alone???&lt;br /&gt;me: uhh...yeah..&lt;br /&gt;t: how old are you?! shouldn't there be someone looking after you?&lt;br /&gt;me: umm...i'm 20 actually..and i CAN look after myself&lt;br /&gt;t: OH!! i'm so sorry!! i thought you were less than 10 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. that was how the conversation went. well, something like that. but...she thought i was less than 10 years old! oh dearrrr..!! i know i do sound very young over the phone...but to ask someone to stay at home with me is just...a big no no! hahaha it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apart from that, a bus driver wanted to charge me for a child fare. but i am an honest person, so i said "no. i'm an adult!" and i paid for a child ticket at the pet expo early this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joys of being small. and looking young. teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and when we were in basurk (a restaurant cum bar..i think) in hamilton, the waitress came over to ask us "are you guys all over 18?" and we said "yesssssss..." and then lucy said "it's all Amy's fault!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm. i'm like, the 2nd oldest there! hahahaha. tina's the youngest! howcome she didnt get blamed huh?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok. next time i'll try getting a child ticket when i go watch movies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. i made a new design. i erm, launched it yesterday...by wearing it. the colour that i have is not for sale. WAHHAAHHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/?action=view&amp;current=gc1copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/gc1copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any comments???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115805495276463877?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115805495276463877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115805495276463877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115805495276463877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115805495276463877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/today_12.html' title='today..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115788231090047572</id><published>2006-09-10T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:58:31.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna try my luck at 304 lab tomorrow. emailed Siew (304 lecturer) but i didnt get a reply..so yeah....hopefully she'll let us in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not then..i'll just camp at level 4 for 4 hours, until 302 lecture, then i'll either continue camping there, or come home. afterall, i need to start study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh yes. i keep saying that -_- even people at CG are checking up on me to see if i'm studying. bahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i've started. and i'm going to continue studying now. my room has been tidied (er..partially). heh ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yah! i've volunteered myself to help with "under 5 childcare" for the ONE conference in Elim. wish me luck esp when working with kids! i love kids actually :p and they're doing craft that evening! so double YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115788231090047572?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115788231090047572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115788231090047572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115788231090047572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115788231090047572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/gonna-try-my-luck-at-304-lab-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115787728270507494</id><published>2006-09-10T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:34:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Crucified laid behind the stone&lt;br /&gt;You lived to die rejected and alone&lt;br /&gt;Like a Rose trampled on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You took the fall and thought of me&lt;br /&gt;Above all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, uni starts tomorrow. this is what my week will be like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: 302 lab&lt;br /&gt;friday: 304 lab report, 230 test, 302 lab report, 304 lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everything on friday?! UGH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115787728270507494?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115787728270507494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115787728270507494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115787728270507494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115787728270507494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/crucified-laid-behind-stone-you-lived.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115776723625605645</id><published>2006-09-08T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T19:00:36.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so dedicated...</title><content type='html'>to my craft work &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum told me that we could go to the Howick flea market today, a few days ago and walk around there for a bit, then go for brunch, then drop my sizzies for dance&amp;drama then go do whatever errands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, she woke me up (took me ages to get out of bed coz i slept late last night) and then i went to shower, dried my hair and etc and came downstairs. "oh look, it's raining! and i dont feel like going.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but but...mommmmmmmmyyyyyy.....!!! it's not even THAT heavy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. nvm. i understand. so i decided to go by myself (brave the rain and horrible weather and drive myself there)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i found a parking spot, parked, went to the bank to get cash, then walked in the rain (with my umbrella. w00t! i'm finally using my umbrella!) and when i got there..........*jengjengjeng* the stall wasnt there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! ARGH! AARRGGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i walked back to my car, and drove off to spotlight in panmure. ahh happy place *grins* spent $40++ on my jewellery findings (pins, hooks, wires and etc) and then another $10 on ribbons for my sizzies. i'm so nice. buying them stuff even though i'm trying to save..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow? i'm taking both my sizzies and one of their friends..or was it 2? for shopping -_- gotta act 'cool' eh. kids these days *shakes head* oooh and we're gonna go watch hoodwink :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm gonna sort out all my new jewellery findings and hopefully tidy up my room too &gt;&lt; only have today and tomorrow left :p and a whole lot of studying left to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115776723625605645?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115776723625605645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115776723625605645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115776723625605645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115776723625605645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-so-dedicated.html' title='i am so dedicated...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115771113902984014</id><published>2006-09-08T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T03:25:39.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today...is so mundane :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt get to go watch miami vice with len and etc, because dad had an appointment which he didnt know about until this morning...so i had to babysit my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. what to do? i'm such a daddy's girl :D hhehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed home all day, then i designed a few earrings. yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this entry sounds so silly, but hey, i always am right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115771113902984014?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115771113902984014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115771113902984014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115771113902984014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115771113902984014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115758885011288222</id><published>2006-09-06T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:27:30.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those people at new zealand couriers aren't very nice! they asked if i have an account number and i said no. then i asked them how do i get an account number, and she asked if i have an account number again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i said, what acocunt number? and she said "i dont know, you tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously! ugh! i just want to get a pin number so i can do the automated booking everytime i need to send a parcel out instead of calling them and giving my details over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i'll forget about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115758885011288222?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115758885011288222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115758885011288222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115758885011288222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115758885011288222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/geez.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115751470884237502</id><published>2006-09-05T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:51:48.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>road trip: hamilton (040906-050906)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;monday (am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danny and lucy took us (me, len, tina) to christine's place, and we headed off to uni so len, lucy and christine could hand in their assignment *tsk*geeks*tsk* &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thanks danny for taking us to christine's place!&lt;/span&gt; after handing everything in, we started our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop: paeroa, the L&amp;P town. this town is obviously famous for L&amp;P as almost every shop there had a sign like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/785efe7a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/2858b99d.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/3fe19171.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just need to walk around the main street in paeroa, and you'll find either the "world famous in new zealand since ages ago" sign or either a L&amp;P can or the dingy brown bottle somewhere. you won't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first stop in paeroa was the toilet. obviously, after a long journey from auckland to paeroa, one will need to go tinkle tinkle =D so we found one that's around the corner from national bank, and this was what i found in the cubicle that i went in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/0b29d1f0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gee, thanks. just went my self esteem is so low, especially when i'm surrounded with 4 beautiful girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was the throne that i tinkled into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/20c3e229.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's pretty clean compared to the other public toilets. i remember the toilet i had to use in desert road on the way to wellington...*shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh when we were about 100m away from the toilet, we decided to camwhore. camwhore is way more important than nature's call. right girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/01cf51ac.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me and lucy, our designated map reader who had the luxury of sitting in front! an excellent map reader, that NEVER once got us lost! *clapclap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/13170baf.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;len and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;len, the "i'm not hungry" or "i have to digest my breakfast first before eating more" girl. self explanatory, this crazy girl ate almost nothing compared to christine and i. i think the total food she consumed in 2 days is equivalent to what i would eat for ONE meal -_______- no wonder she's so slim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/5b7bb761.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ever-so-skinny tina and me. dont ask me why my fingers are like that. maybe it is my attempt to post as mini-me. super fail dot com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine was busy taking photos of flowers and buildings and what nots, so i dont have a photo with her here. but i think there is one, taken with her camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. we bumped into this shop selling antiques, and on the side of the shop, they had this funky paintings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ba8616a7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the golden throne&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a painting of a bicycle, which was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/68845537.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tina and her 'bike'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking on the main street, this nasty smell came to us and everyone wrinkled their nose in union. it smelled like cowpat but we just assumed it was fertiliser, until we saw this ahead of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/52baa649.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cute, no? but it sure is one stinky er, cow? is it even a cow? i dont know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after doing out little tinkling business and finally stopped camwhoring, we walked up and down the main street, with intentions of taking photo with the big L&amp;P bottle. the bottle is so huge (although lucy somehow imagined it to be bigger...)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/f513b924.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;christine and i giving some love to the bottle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for lunch after that, or rather, brunch. as usual, len didnt eat anything, while christine and i both had the biggest meal among all 5 of us. lucy had an apple turnover and a small pie, tina had a toast, and len had fresh air -.- i had this bacon and toast and egg thingy and christine had this salad, steak and fries set. no photos of our food. i reminded myself to take photos before digging in, but when the food came, i forgotten about taking photos of our food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we popped by woolworths and got some lollies and panadol for christine. poor girl had headache/ migraine and had to drive us around still..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you very much dahling!! love you long long long long long time!&lt;/span&gt; so after woolworths, we went back to the car and headed for te aroha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhoring with the backseaters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/f92fabd7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i look monstrous compared to len and tina..but in real life, i'm really not that huge!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/5491af49.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tina and i. and i still look huge!&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/3cbaf52f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;see. len is so small compared to me. EAT MORE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;monday (pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to te aroha without much problem at all. we have an excellent map reader (lucy) and a great driver (christine). love you both! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to te aroha because that's where the soda water spa was. the water is every so smooth and soft. you just need to take a handful and feel how soft it is. and while you soak in the spa, your skin feels so smooth and soft. just like a baby bottom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/5bfcde23.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;first camwhore pic of myself. see how green it is, behind me? yesh, i know my head is so big that i take up almost 2/3 of the picture, but nevertheless, you can still see 1/3 of the backaround!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/6aae3856.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;with tina. and my new sunnies&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's got blingblings on the side, yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/347022ae.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;christine's car boot, filled with all our stuff. we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ARE &lt;/span&gt;girls. and girls have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOTS &lt;/span&gt;of things. even for a day trip&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ad4fade3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the two crazy night owls. one slept at 2.30am (crazy chica christine!) and the other slept at 4am (skinny-as tina). *shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those two night owls were so tired when we got to the spa. christine was having an eye shut while waiting for them to sort out everything, and tina joined in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/5909f76b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this is our spa! looks really simple, but you'll never know how good it feels till you start soaking yourself in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/6897f1d0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the 3 sexay girls in the spa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spa session was 45 minutes long, and they'll ring the buzzer when your time is up. we were in our private unit for about an hour, and the buzzer never rang. should've stayed in there longer. heehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water was really hot, and i could've stand the water if this was a few months back when i used to frequent the spa at the gym, but now, i just cant take the heat. i had to stay out of the water for a while when i get too hot and then go in again when my body cools down &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us girls had a nice chit-chat session while in the spa :) nice catching up with you girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/8c651615.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lucy and i after the hot soak. notice how pink our cheeks are? heee, which my cheeks were always that pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/9f4b2051.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tina and i. pink cheeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/21587e0a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lucy, being cheeky. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/9aca0a59.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hee. another camwhore pic of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally got out of the spa place, we went to a cafe, located very close to the spa place. the scenery from the cafe was breathtaking!! didnt take any pics though :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...BUT, i did take pics of us at the cafe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/0e66c4c2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;len, who didnt have anything to eat, AGAIN!!!!!, tina and lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/6f3f3676.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my christine dahling and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/000ec28f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the hot choc that christine had. looks so so so yummy-licious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we headed down to hammy, and went to our motel. we got the last unit which was good, because we didnt have to worry about us being noisy and all. and the best thing was, there was a trampoline just outside our unit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the adult that i am *coughcough*, i've never been on a trampoline before. well, not a big one anyway.. so we went on the trampoline, and boy it sure was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/742e441d.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;christine and lucy bouncing on the trampoline. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/bf2434de.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;christine doing the "meditation" thingy on the trampoline. it is ever so therapeutic. will mend a broken heart anytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're upset, you just need to go on the trampoline, start with the meditating pose, and get someone to jump away on the trampoline. 100% laughter-filled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/103ad6c7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lucy and i on the trampoline this time. look at my face! i look like a 5 year old kid! hehehehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/77435c05.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still going on the trampoline. i stayed on it for ages!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/2ae7eefd.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and then of course, there must be camwhorish picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then christine's sister rang her, and she said "i am lying on the trampoline, looking at the blue sky.." ahh, life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/2f73aecf.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;len (looking at i dont know what) and christine yakking away on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/aa068698.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still on the phone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/aeb1cd6e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then christine came up with this idea to take a photo while 3 of us are lying down on the trampoline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/d00ff5bb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nope. not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/1ab45788.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hmmm...a little better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/fc8d2cce.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ahh yes! finally!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, christine went to have a shower, and left tina and i on the trampoline. so both of us were jumping away, and i kinda lost balance and sat down on my bottom. tina was still junping away, and i was bouncing away on my bottom, until i lost control of my legs, and kneed myself in the face. well, my nose to be specific. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh that wa sso painful, that i've sworn off trampoline &gt;&lt; and my nose still hurts today! thank God i didnt break my nose!! wouldn't be a nice road trip then, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all of us showered, we went to hamilton central for dinner. had dinner at basurk and their food was so so so good!! i was being greedy and had a beef penne all to myself, even though we all know that the servings were massive. so anyway, i ate like, 1/3 of my pasta, let the girls pick on it afterwards, and i took away the rest for either supper/ breakfast. the following morning, i had my leftover pasta, and i still didnt finish it -_- that's how big the serving was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for our dinner, we took some pictures..and it is quite obvious that we were all hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ecff9b1b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lucy, being all impatient while waiting for her food, decided to start eating len first&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;poor len...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/5071850b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and tina was hungry too (even though she said she isn't..) but look at the picture! she wants to eat me!!!! thank goodness, christine still loves me&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having a really nice dinner, we went back to the motel because lucy wanted to watch grey's anatomy. then tina and christine wanted to walk around because they felt bloated, so they drove off again, and had a quick tour around hammy. i was too laz to go, so i stayed back with len and lucy to watch grey's anatomy :D teehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that show, we kinda chatted a little about high school and etc. it's quite nice to reminisce sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the other 2 came back, and we stayed up till around 1.30am to chat. cant really remember what we were talking about, but i know it was good :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tuesday (am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8.20am to have a shower. christine went to shower after that, and i started waking up the other 3 babies up. then i washed up some dishes so we'll have clean dishes to use for brekkie, and lucy started calling me "mummy" -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all had brekkie, and then packed up our stuff, and waited for everyone to get ready. then lucy and tina went out to the trampoline, and i took some photos of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/cee02f3f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;liked this the best, coz they're both air-borne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed my distance from the trampoline. dont want to injure myself again &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after checking out of the motel, we headed to hamilton gardens. the garden was so massive -.-" but it sure was pretty! i didnt get to take many pictures here, coz my camera batt died on me :( but there are some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/d5638c2f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;erm, cant remember what garden this was, but it was really green, and lots of white statues here and there. and len wants a garden like that next time&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/1b6c02ae.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;christine and i in front of the fountain. one of my fave pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so that's the end of my photo collection. those which were posted up in this entry are only the selected ones :p i have more photos than that! i'll post up the rest of the pictures (esp those from the 2nd day) once i get hold of them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after going to hammy garden and lunch, we went to the waikato river and walked around a little. then we started our journey back to auckland, but we stopped by candyland which is in taupiri to get some chocs :D yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's it for now. i am very sick of typing, and i am sure you guys are sick of reading my boring entry and lousy english :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, the road trip was a fantastic one, and i hope we'll have more road trips after this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115751470884237502?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115751470884237502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115751470884237502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115751470884237502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115751470884237502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/road-trip-hamilton-040906-050906.html' title='road trip: hamilton (040906-050906)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115743114249109250</id><published>2006-09-04T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:41:27.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#FF0000"&gt;ROAD TRIP WAS &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#FF0000"&gt;SO FUN!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#FF0000"&gt;LIKE, OMG!!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#FF0000"&gt;O.o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115743114249109250?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115743114249109250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115743114249109250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115743114249109250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115743114249109250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/road-trip-was-like-omg-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115727449207879157</id><published>2006-09-03T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:08:16.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$100 for a duck?!</title><content type='html'>mmm so father's day it is today..hope all of you at least wished your daddy today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to this new vietnamese restaurant that we've been frequenting, but today, we ordered their "special" dishes...and it was...well the food was alright..BUT we waited for an hour before our food actually came &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, hello? we did ORDER in advance..i dont want to think what will happen if we didnt! my goodness! and not only that! we got 2 plates of veggies, a curry duck and some fish which tasted funny &gt;&lt; and it came up to $150!! the curry duck costs $100, but they discounted it to $80 because we didnt 'top up' at the end (top up meaning, adding more curry sauce and some veggies. NO duck). like, hello, we're all full already, after waiting for 1 hour! you stupid airheads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...the last minute me managed to get daddy a present afterall! left city at around 4.30pm, and was planning to go to plaza to get something for daddy, but i changed plans :D went to sylvia park even though i didnt really know the way..but it's ok. i didnt even get lost :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got a hairdryer for myself. a purple one! w00t! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. gotta go sleep early tonight. going to the city at 7.30am O.o it's so early...almost liker going back to uni again. ughh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i could sleep in the car. hehehe..dont take pictures of me sleeping! NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yarr, that's it i suppose. i guess i'll just keep 2 blogs from now on. the other one will be to record my feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blessed be the Lord God Almighty&lt;br /&gt;Who was and is and is to come;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the Lord God Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;Who reigns forevermore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115727449207879157?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115727449207879157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115727449207879157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115727449207879157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115727449207879157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/100-for-duck.html' title='$100 for a duck?!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115710967743547726</id><published>2006-09-01T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T06:06:43.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*edited</title><content type='html'>i'm shutting down this blog. email me if you want my other blog address ( c__amy@hotmail.com) . it's be a private one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wont shut down this blog. maybe i'll just keep it running, but i'll think about it first. it's too much to give up this blog. afterall, i've had it for what? a couple of years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just password protect my whole blog, so only &lt;em&gt;selected&lt;/em&gt; readers will have access...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've started blogging on the other blog so yeah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115710967743547726?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115710967743547726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115710967743547726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115710967743547726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115710967743547726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/edited.html' title='*edited'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115702849553488171</id><published>2006-08-31T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T05:48:16.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more on magic bullet..</title><content type='html'>what's so funny about owning a magic bullet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealous issit..... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's super powderful wei!! really powderful!!!! come try one day ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115702849553488171?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115702849553488171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115702849553488171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115702849553488171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115702849553488171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-on-magic-bullet.html' title='more on magic bullet..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115698594332269325</id><published>2006-08-30T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:06:13.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J is right. if that is the life R chooses to have, then let it be. J told me to forget about trying to help, and to care for R, because R is all grown up, and can decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J was going to contact R, but after hearing more, chose not to. Well, let's just hope that R will realise what's going on, and change before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll for being there all this time :) *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus Christ, &lt;br /&gt;I ask today to forgive EVERYONE in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I know that You will give me the strength to &lt;br /&gt;forgive and I thank You that You love me more &lt;br /&gt;than I love myself and want my happiness more than &lt;br /&gt;I desire it for myself. Father, I forgive YOU for &lt;br /&gt;the hard times, or what I thought were punishments&lt;br /&gt;sent by You and people said, "It's God's will," and I &lt;br /&gt;become bitter and resentful toward You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purify my heart and mind today.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I forgive MYSELF for my sins, faults and failings,&lt;br /&gt;for all that is bad in myself or that I think is bad, &lt;br /&gt;I forgive myself; and I accept Your forgiveness. I further&lt;br /&gt;forgive MYSELF for taking Your name in vain, not worshipping &lt;br /&gt;You by attending church, for hurting my parents, &lt;br /&gt;for sins against purity, bad books, bad movies.&lt;br /&gt;You have forgiven me today, and I forgive myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forgiveness prayer courtesy of http://www.alighthouse.com/pforgiveprayer.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115698594332269325?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115698594332269325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115698594332269325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115698594332269325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115698594332269325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/j-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115693825404426806</id><published>2006-08-30T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T04:44:16.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God speak to me..</title><content type='html'>The man whispered "God, speak to me"&lt;br /&gt;And a meadowlark sang,&lt;br /&gt;But the man did not hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the man yelled "God, speak to me"&lt;br /&gt;Thunder rolled across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;But the man did not listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looked around and said,&lt;br /&gt;"God, let me see you"&lt;br /&gt;And the stars shined brightly,&lt;br /&gt;But the man did not notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the man shouted,&lt;br /&gt;"God, show me a miracle"&lt;br /&gt;And a life was born,&lt;br /&gt;But the man did not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man cried out in despair,&lt;br /&gt;"Touch me God, and let me know you are here"&lt;br /&gt;Whereupon God reached down and touched the man,&lt;br /&gt;But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, dont always miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way you way you expect. Take notice of the blessings around you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115693825404426806?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115693825404426806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115693825404426806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115693825404426806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115693825404426806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/god-speak-to-me.html' title='God speak to me..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115693461798446263</id><published>2006-08-30T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T03:43:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teeheeheeee........</title><content type='html'>dont you just love the &lt;em&gt;magic bullet&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAWHAWHAW &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, inside joke :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115693461798446263?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115693461798446263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115693461798446263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115693461798446263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115693461798446263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/teeheeheeee.html' title='teeheeheeee........'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115682461371271089</id><published>2006-08-28T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:10:13.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg omg omg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entertainment book has a special offer for rydges le grand hotel in hamilton!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% of the bloody rack rate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall we all go stay there me dahlingssssss???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.entertainmentbook.co.nz/rydges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pweeettttyyy..and it sure is grand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115682461371271089?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115682461371271089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115682461371271089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115682461371271089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115682461371271089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg-omg-omg-entertainment-book-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115676384209033380</id><published>2006-08-28T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T04:17:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>msa ball 2006: revival of a fairy tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ball1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ christine dahling's place before heading to the ball :) thanks dahling for letting us make up/ 'pan leng' there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ball2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first photo @ the ballroom (L-R: mel, len, me, jenice, christine [standing])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ball3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous len, ron and his RM700 suit, and me (so bulat/ round!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ball4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;len, cassie, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ball5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all ex macleans students :) len, me, ben, ron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ball6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, okay i dont know everyone here..someone, henry, me, christine, felix, and jon (?) at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ball7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ball8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeeee!! the right angle makes a LOT of difference. heeee.... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, everyone who missed the ball, you guys sure missed out on A LOT! you didnt get to eat good food, you didnt get to enjoy awesome company and you didnt get to laugh at the umsa committee members make a joke of themselves :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...you didnt get to see captain jack sparrow *cough*david*cough* mwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was awesome! didnt regret going for this ball at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love ya'll in umsa!! great job you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahh everyone! cheerioz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115676384209033380?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115676384209033380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115676384209033380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115676384209033380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115676384209033380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/msa-ball-2006-revival-of-fairy-tale.html' title='msa ball 2006: revival of a fairy tale'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115673338072604832</id><published>2006-08-27T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:49:40.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>ooooooooooohhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can get into my blog :) yayy! and all other blogspot pages!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ball was a blast. will upload pics later, and er, post them up, maybe...i look bad in ALL the photos. BAD BAD angle &gt;&lt; *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and christine's less malaysian than me! hahahahaha shocking!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115673338072604832?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115673338072604832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115673338072604832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115673338072604832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115673338072604832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115664713308221051</id><published>2006-08-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:52:13.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have NO idea why i cannot go into any blogspot page -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i banned or something?! wtf man... -_-|||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115664713308221051?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115664713308221051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115664713308221051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115664713308221051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115664713308221051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-no-idea-why-i-cannot-go-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115649522751135475</id><published>2006-08-25T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T01:40:27.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how. very. interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations amy, you are 55% not Malaysian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That means you're as Malaysian as...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060824-2.jpg" width="279" height="300" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guy Sebastian !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/08/how_unmalaysian.php"&gt;How Un-Malaysian Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahaha. no wonder i dont live in malaysia anymore :p this is what 4 years of living abroad does to you :) i am more un-malaysian than i am malaysian -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115649522751135475?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115649522751135475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115649522751135475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115649522751135475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115649522751135475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-very-interesting.html' title='how. very. interesting...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115615443041864694</id><published>2006-08-21T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:01:13.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know this is turning into a rant-blog, but just bear with me la..i've been feeling so depressed *sigh* emotions washing over me again =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a walk down to queen street this evening, and while walking, i was listening to my mp3s, then "how do i live" by leann rimes started playing. and all of a sudden, i felt like i was in my own world. my world of black, white and gray. what happened to all the other colours...? what happened to happiness...? and i felt so so so lonely and empty inside. i felt like i have nothing, absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've said so many "i wish.." and "i hope..." already...but while listening to that song, i couldnt help wishing that i had taken the meaning of the lyrics more seriously. why did i just take everything for-granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I,&lt;br /&gt;Get through the night without you?&lt;br /&gt;If I had to live without you,&lt;br /&gt;What kind of life would that be?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I&lt;br /&gt;I need you in my arms, need you to hold,&lt;br /&gt;You're my world, my heart, my soul,&lt;br /&gt;If you ever leave,&lt;br /&gt;Baby you would take away everything good in my life..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first night you left, i didnt know what to do. i was in a total mess. i was thinking to myself "how am i going to get through tonight without you?" then another day went by, and it was a really long day...and i felt like i didnt have a life. the moment you walked out the door, my life stopped because you took away everything good in my life. the 'good' was you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me now&lt;br /&gt;How do I live without you?&lt;br /&gt;I want to know,&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe without you?&lt;br /&gt;If you ever go,&lt;br /&gt;How do I ever, ever survive?&lt;br /&gt;How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still dont know how to live..even after more than a month down the road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no sun in my sky,&lt;br /&gt;There would be no love in my life,&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no world left for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;Baby I don't know what I would do,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lost if I lost you,&lt;br /&gt;If you ever leave,&lt;br /&gt;Baby you would take away everything real in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part basically sums up how i've been feeling since you left...words are not enough to describe it..i dont even know how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was given just ONE wish now, i would turn back time and not e the person with 2 personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he reminded me recently that when we first met, i told him that he doesnt know the "other" side of me. he didnt believe that there was another side of me....but now he knows, and it has scared him away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the self-bashing continues..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115615443041864694?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115615443041864694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115615443041864694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115615443041864694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115615443041864694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-this-is-turning-into-rant-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115611205601212806</id><published>2006-08-20T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:14:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just reading someone's blog, and i came across this paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over the years I've been with Him, regardless of all the pains inflicted by Him, I still could not get over it. I still hang on to it. He seems to be the only one who accepts what I am. Who accepts me flawed. Who understands that I'm a screwed up. But in return, I could not accept him for who he is. I did not treasure what we had, by picking up little faults and snowballing them. I drove him crazy until the point he'll say things to hurt me deeply, just because. We hurt each other endlessly in spite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds very familiar, no? it's like, i'm reading my own life story when i read her blog (except i'm not as hot as her, and not as dramatic...or am i?). i've been blog-hopping so much lately and i realise this is the "break-up" season. either that, or i can relate to so many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, not being able to move on and etc. how they feel so lonely and empty inside. sometimes, i dont even know how i get through the days. it's easier on days where mum is around, coz she talks to me constansly. that really helps take my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...on days like today, where i have more than 4 hours of nothing to do, what am i supposed to do? how am i supposed to keep myself busy? yeah i know i'm in uni, and i know there's the library, and city is just a couple of minutes walk away...but i cant bring myself to do any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i was supposed to study. get some notes, and go study in the library. why, surprise surprise, wtf am i doing at lvl 0? blogging. ranting. emo-ing YET again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is it gonna stop? this is pure torture alright....why cant i just bloody move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i hope it's only my hormones acting up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115611205601212806?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115611205601212806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115611205601212806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115611205601212806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115611205601212806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-just-reading-someones-blog-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115606238585784729</id><published>2006-08-20T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T01:26:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today...&lt;br /&gt;i broke down and cried...&lt;br /&gt;i thought about the day when you brought me the Subway&lt;br /&gt;so i would have something to eat..&lt;br /&gt;and i just ended sobbing so hard in the bathroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i've made my way out of this shit..&lt;br /&gt;i really did!&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was doing a great job all these while,&lt;br /&gt;but now i know i'm not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyyy...?&lt;br /&gt;i was doing so well the past 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;why now? why when i need to concentrate on my work?&lt;br /&gt;what was i doing the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;was i just hiding behind a facade?&lt;br /&gt;smiling and laughing on the outside, but totally torn apart inside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115606238585784729?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115606238585784729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115606238585784729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115606238585784729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115606238585784729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115604252767049415</id><published>2006-08-19T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:55:27.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this weekend was spent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: emo-ing&lt;br /&gt;:: headache-ing&lt;br /&gt;:: stressing&lt;br /&gt;:: helping parents do their stuff&lt;br /&gt;:: emo-ing again&lt;br /&gt;:: small retail therapy to cheer up&lt;br /&gt;:: weekend of nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not happy. this week that's coming up is gonna be kinda crazy (because i'm digging my own grave my not studying!!), and then after that, it's gonna be the holidays. it's gonna be a looonnnggg and lonely holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be a grumpy and depressed eeyore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115604252767049415?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115604252767049415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115604252767049415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115604252767049415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115604252767049415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-weekend-was-spent-emo-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115577019694933725</id><published>2006-08-16T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:16:36.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so upset.&lt;br /&gt;feeling all teary, and i dont know why..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every wed and thurs is emo day.&lt;br /&gt;every wed, before a certain time, i have to fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;so i wont keep thinking,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking, and start crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling so stressed now. &lt;br /&gt;it doesnt help that the lab report is so long,&lt;br /&gt;and i have only 1 week to prepare for 302 test.&lt;br /&gt;i thought the test has been moved to after the hols,&lt;br /&gt;so i havent been studying.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i know i shouldn't be complaining,&lt;br /&gt;coz people have 3 tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;and i only have one,&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda wished bronwen informed us earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upset + stress = very emotionally messed up amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know how to cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;i could go to queen st for some retail therapy,&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;i'll just start worrying about my stupid lab report&lt;br /&gt;feel like not handing this lab report in.&lt;br /&gt;it's really not worth all the stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115577019694933725?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115577019694933725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115577019694933725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115577019694933725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115577019694933725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-so-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115568829565354148</id><published>2006-08-15T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:31:35.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and my friendster "profile views" have started increasing once again, and those random messages are starting to come in -___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perks of being single. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115568829565354148?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115568829565354148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115568829565354148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115568829565354148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115568829565354148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-my-friendster-profile-views-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115554835653529250</id><published>2006-08-14T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T02:39:16.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever wanted something sooooo much, but you know you just cant have it?&lt;br /&gt;and then after a while, the feeling of wanting it just fades away?&lt;br /&gt;and you just forget about it?&lt;br /&gt;and then...every once in a while you get reminded of it, but it doesnt matter anymore?&lt;br /&gt;th feeling is somehow...not very strong anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's how i've been feeling lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115554835653529250?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115554835653529250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115554835653529250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115554835653529250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115554835653529250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-you-ever-wanted-something-sooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115537779790123322</id><published>2006-08-12T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T03:16:37.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some photos for your viewing pleasure ;p</title><content type='html'>here are some photos taken during my trip to the zoo in hamilton. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/hzoo1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: *sniff sniff* "gotta find my pile of smellypoo...oh shite! this stinks! it's not mine!!" *moves along to another pile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/hzoo2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: *friend comes long to take a sniff* "ehh move over! you're at my pile!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/hzoo3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: "huhuhu..finally found my pile. now i can relax, tail up, and shit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/hzoo4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: "ohh sorry arr..i over-ate last night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/hzoo5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: "this is the last of it! i promiseee!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and amy says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/ewmecopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so amusing watching those rhinos poo their asshole gets bigger and big lumps of shit comes out! w00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115537779790123322?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115537779790123322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115537779790123322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115537779790123322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115537779790123322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-photos-for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='some photos for your viewing pleasure ;p'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115519091762054793</id><published>2006-08-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:21:57.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mweh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another long long day. wasn't really planning on staying back today, but certain circumstances made me stay back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least it's all done. what a pain-staking 10% (and it's not like we'll be getting the full 10% anyway). just need to do the referencing and then we're all sorted. feel like candy's doing more work than me..i dont want to be a sleeping partner!! ughh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm waiting for dahdee to pick me up. think he's gonna be super late today. mehhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from next week onwards, i'm gonna be so so so busy, i wont even have time to take a dump ok~ it's like, 2 whole weeks of hell before i get a bloody break, which isn't even a break because i have THREE freaking tests right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has decided to study really hard this break, so i have to too. not like i have a choice. dont think i'll work, coz i dont really need the money. would rather catch up on my sleep and study and have fun, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life as a 3rd year student is NO fun. nope! basically, uni life as a science student is super crappy. i think we pay more for our fees, we get a heavier workload, and we get lower marks for an assignment that is worth the same effort as commerce/ arts student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh caught up with cassie today. was having a shout-versation (shout + conversation) with her in the quad coz the OCF-ers were having a mini concert. but it sure was nice to see her again after....i dont know how long. she lost so much weight too! must be the stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come i dont lose weight when i'm stressed?! if that happens, oh i'll be so so skinny =p coz i stress so easily. i gain weight instead :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just ranting. gonna go to eng building and wait for dahdee instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodlez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115519091762054793?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115519091762054793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115519091762054793' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115519091762054793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115519091762054793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/mweh-another-long-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115501602157481655</id><published>2006-08-07T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:47:01.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me what's wrong with society&lt;br /&gt;When everywhere I look I see&lt;br /&gt;Young girls dying to be on TV&lt;br /&gt;They wont stop 'til they've reached their dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet pills, surgery&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop pictures in magazines&lt;br /&gt;Telling them how they should be&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things are not how they used to be&lt;br /&gt;There's no more normal families&lt;br /&gt;Parents act like enemies&lt;br /&gt;Making kids feel like it's world war III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares, no one's there&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're all just too damn busy&lt;br /&gt;Money's our first priority&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's wrong with society&lt;br /&gt;When everywhere I look I see&lt;br /&gt;Rich *guys* driving big SUV's&lt;br /&gt;While kids are starving in the streets&lt;br /&gt;No one cares&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to share&lt;br /&gt;I guess life's unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going Crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i love this song. it is so...i dont know it describes our society so perfectly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115501602157481655?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115501602157481655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115501602157481655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115501602157481655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115501602157481655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/tell-me-whats-wrong-with-society-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115494863928581335</id><published>2006-08-07T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T04:03:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy said...</title><content type='html'>she'll pay for me ball ticket if i want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, i didnt even ask, but thanks a lot mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess she just wants me to enjoy myself and have lots of fun, knowing what i've been through, and going through now..see, my mummy loves me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since quite a few of people are going already, or rather, saying "if my friends are going then i'll go!", i think i'll probably go too. it'll be fun, won't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just wear my 7th form ball dress (wonder if it still fits?) and worry about hair and make up later. worse come to the worse, i'll just do the make up by myself, and go as a clown. it is, afterall, themed, revival of a fairytale :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, bucklands/ eastern beach people!! who's going? i erm, kinda need a ride? or..i don't mind driving, as long as there's somewhere for me to park, and i dont have to drive by myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think it'll be a good time to relax, and unwind. hmm, yes, i really need that a lot (was actually thinking of a road trip, but but, everyone seems so busy for the coming break...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta keep working on my project proposal. but, before i leave, anyone wants to be my ball date?? anyoneee? i don't bite!! really!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115494863928581335?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115494863928581335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115494863928581335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115494863928581335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115494863928581335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/mummy-said.html' title='mummy said...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115485275588375073</id><published>2006-08-06T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:25:55.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la dee laaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sick of looking for a place to stay in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WANTS TO GO FLATTING WITH MEEEE? approx $150 a week only. come laaaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i went to see a room. yeah they called it a room. but when charles and i went to see it, i almost fainted ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charles even said "oh that's the room?! looks more like a jail cell.." and i just went "..ha ha..ha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you go in, you're greeted by this ugly sight, which is the LOUNGE, as the lady who showed us proudly said. right. lounge -_______- it had this ugly green couch with holes in it (imagine those couches at the AUSA club space where we used to go for lunch) and also a messy sight of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she proceeded to show us the bedroom. it's like..i dont know. it's kinda triangular in shape, and the width? if i lie down on the floor, it wont fit me. YOU WANT ME TO STAY IN THE ROOM?!?!?!?! hellll noooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way out, charles said "i dont think you're interested aye?" and i said "no..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness he said that! because i was gonna say "err..i'll think about it" and proceed to run away &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they call that a place to stay?! and they want $110 pw for that? geez. charles said "i wouldnt want to stay there even if i was paid to!" HOW TRUE!! coz, neither!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115485275588375073?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115485275588375073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115485275588375073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115485275588375073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115485275588375073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/la-dee-laaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115476948332758752</id><published>2006-08-05T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:18:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I thought you were my fairytale&lt;br /&gt;A dream when I'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;A wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Thats coming true&lt;br /&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your not a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And wishes on a star &lt;br /&gt;Just don't come true&lt;br /&gt;Cause now even I tell &lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115476948332758752?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115476948332758752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115476948332758752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115476948332758752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115476948332758752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-thought-you-were-my-fairytale-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115459280310601992</id><published>2006-08-03T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:13:23.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone at home is so grumpy today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to cheer myself up this way? sighh...as if i'm not stressed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stupid lab report is so freaking long. i'm not even half way through with the discussion and i feel like dying already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want 8 hours of sleep goddammit. go away lab reports!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hatehatescratchkillkill! RAWR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115459280310601992?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115459280310601992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115459280310601992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115459280310601992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115459280310601992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/everyone-at-home-is-so-grumpy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115457872942230904</id><published>2006-08-02T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:18:49.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just contradicting myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115457872942230904?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115457872942230904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i am so lazy -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lets out a long, big sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115451331484851384?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115451331484851384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115451331484851384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115451331484851384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115451331484851384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-so-lazy-lets-out-long-big-sigh.html' 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/&gt;thanks lucy for being there to support me, and listen to me rant rant rant and keep ranting. thanks a lot for giving me strength too! and of course, for being positive! ohhh!! and you saved me butt in foodsci304. remember the prelabbb?? ahh thank you so muchhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks len for all the emails and also telling me that it's basically not the end of the world. also, thanks thanks thanks a lot for the ride the other day :) saved me almost 1 hour of sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks tina for taking me out laa~ really had fun the other day, and i think it was from that day that i started feeling better! big thumbs up for you :) thanks for the ferrero rocher too! mm chocolate!! heheehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks candy for saving my ass! thank youuu so much for doing the lab report with me and for sharing char's book ar :) i probably wouldn't have done that lab report if it wasn't for you, telling me to meet up with me that friday morning so we could do it together. also thanks for listening and for comforting me. you've been very very helpful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to all the other people who was there for me one way or another. not so many people know yet, because i WAS living in denial and refuse to accept it..but then, it's been 2 weeks now, and i really have to get on and start doing things the right way. yup ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i might be down, because just SO many things reminds me of him, but hey, life goes on right? thank youu everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for being there to support me when i keep falling down and wanting to let go. thanks for keeping me company when i felt lonely. thanks for giving me words of encouragement whenever i needed it. thanks for the wonderful journey, charles..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115448362258799579?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115448362258799579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115448362258799579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115448362258799579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115448362258799579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you-girlfriends-for-being-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115443070764963199</id><published>2006-08-01T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T04:11:47.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM ONE VERY VERY VERY CHEEKY THING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to trick someone into believing that i bought this: http://cgi.ebay.com.au/New-arrival-Size-8-14-Supper-sexy-lingerie-y2086_W0QQitemZ180011309792QQihZ008QQcategoryZ103213QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem, instead of an mp3 player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheeheeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that poor someone *patpat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like laughing my guts out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115443070764963199?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115431018614065400</id><published>2006-07-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:43:06.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGubjI6s9tA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGubjI6s9tA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe it's the return of the numa song =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy cracks me up arr~~ he's so fat, that when he dances vigorously, the whole table shakes, resulting in shaky camera :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBJPWtXKnlA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBJPWtXKnlA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this stupid idiot who's a celebrity-bloody-wannabe. he went to the singapore idol audition, and started stripping down to his yellow underwear -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJoBOB9pOtE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJoBOB9pOtE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is seriously a BLOODY IDIOT. get a life, duuuudeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115431018614065400?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115431018614065400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115431018614065400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115431018614065400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115431018614065400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/hehe-its-return-of-numa-song-d-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115430358592980591</id><published>2006-07-30T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:53:05.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's one of those days where you dread doing anything..&lt;br /&gt;you just want to sleep in, be lazy and do nothing, except to eat happy-food  :)&lt;br /&gt;mmm..ice cream. i've been very cheeky. i'll sneak ice cream into my room when my parents are not looking, and sit in front of the heater and enjoy my ice cream. oh blissssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to "one of those days". &lt;br /&gt;i set my alarm to wake up at 9am, and of course i woke up...to turn it off, and reset the alarm to 9.30am.&lt;br /&gt;and again, i woke up :)&lt;br /&gt;and this time, to set it to 10am.&lt;br /&gt;along came 10am, and i woke up again, this time being very grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;it's no fun being woken up so many times, but heh, it's my fault :p&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i set the alarm to 10.50am, amd wake up then.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i forced myself to wake up, and i sure did.&lt;br /&gt;pottered off to the toilet to do a little wee, and brushed my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness gracious! &lt;br /&gt;it took me 2 goddamnfreaking hours to wake up ok!&lt;br /&gt;i hate days like that, but it's different of course, if i get to snuggle under the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;it's better if the bed's been warmed up by someone, but oh well, i'm not complaining. the heater's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gonna go look for something to do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to class today =p&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth spending $15 on transport, for a 50 minutes class!&lt;br /&gt;mummy went out, and my sisters are in school.&lt;br /&gt;gee, should've followed mummy out for some hot steamy gossiping yumcha session with her fellow friends, and learn the arts of becoming an aunty.&lt;br /&gt;not like i'm not already. &lt;br /&gt;I WAS LOOKING AT KITCHEN STUFF WITH TINA YESTERDAY (sorry tina for dragging you around looking at aunty stuff). hehehe =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyah. enough embarassing aunty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not an AUNTY ok. come look for me in 30 years, and i'll admit i'm an aunty&lt;br /&gt;(daym! in 30 years, i'll be 51 years old! more like a granny!!)&lt;br /&gt;i'm ranting.&lt;br /&gt;i blame it on the weather and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;but ranting means..i'm back to the old me, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115430358592980591?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115430358592980591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115430358592980591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115430358592980591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115430358592980591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-one-of-those-days-where-you-dread.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115425097425759086</id><published>2006-07-30T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T02:16:14.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, someone made me very very happy..&lt;br /&gt;today, someone took me out, and we had lunch, and i had the fun-est day in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;today, i feel much better, and it's a step to being a happier person :)&lt;br /&gt;and, that person, that has totally made my day, is my dahling TINA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, seriously, tina, i havent felt like that for weeks now! kudos to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent had a sad thought today. well, maybe a couple, but the didnt affect me at all :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for walking round and round in botany with me! thanks for the ride!!! thanks for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know how much fun i've been missing out, and how much i actually enjoy my gfs company!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN CAN WE HAVE OUR NEXT OUTING GIRLFRIENDS?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115425097425759086?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115425097425759086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115425097425759086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115425097425759086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115425097425759086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-someone-made-me-very-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115414072857245550</id><published>2006-07-28T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:38:49.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like talking..&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know who to talk to..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know that i want to talk about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart feels so heavy..&lt;br /&gt;it's so difficult to decide what to do..&lt;br /&gt;i need to find things to do to fill my time up..&lt;br /&gt;rather than lying on bed all day long&lt;br /&gt;and get nothing done,&lt;br /&gt;but cry my eyes out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of crying...&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to cry any longer..&lt;br /&gt;it's been more than a week now..&lt;br /&gt;why am i so weak?&lt;br /&gt;why do i still continue live in denial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why hasn't that day come?&lt;br /&gt;why do i still have my luggage downstairs,&lt;br /&gt;with all my belongings inside?&lt;br /&gt;why...why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to pull myself together..&lt;br /&gt;who do i turn to when i need to pull myself together?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know when my next counsellor's appointment will be..&lt;br /&gt;this is taking a toll on me..&lt;br /&gt;it's taking too much of me away..&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know myself anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i just tear myself apart..&lt;br /&gt;my life's unoriented,&lt;br /&gt;my life's distorted,&lt;br /&gt;what life am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;i have no life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i behave like that previously?&lt;br /&gt;i'm carrying a regret everyday..&lt;br /&gt;a regret so big, it weighs more than me..&lt;br /&gt;a regret that..i probably dont have a chance to rectify..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;it's so difficult....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if given the option,&lt;br /&gt;i will end my life right now..&lt;br /&gt;but that just means running away from difficulties,&lt;br /&gt;and i have learned that,&lt;br /&gt;that isn't the way to deal with problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need more time,&lt;br /&gt;but i've been told that i've ran out of time..&lt;br /&gt;it's really time to pull myself together..&lt;br /&gt;oh, someone just force me to do something, please!&lt;br /&gt;please fill my time up with things to do,&lt;br /&gt;so i wont keep on thinking..&lt;br /&gt;and start crying again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for taking me for a movie last night. &lt;br /&gt;and thanks for taking the bus with me, and then back to the city again. &lt;br /&gt;thank you for waiting in the cold with me. &lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there when i was crying..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115414072857245550?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115414072857245550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115414072857245550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115414072857245550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115414072857245550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-like-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115398176107880707</id><published>2006-07-26T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:29:21.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally got a haircut after er...7 months!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's quite short. think she chopped off more than 1 inch. see, the thing is, i wore glasss to uni today. because 2 out of 5 days, i have to wear contact lenses due to lab. so anyway, i had to take my glasses off when she was cutting, so i couldn't see how she was progressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she cut my fringe and she asked "OK?" and i just said "mmmph." i couldn't see how short/ long it was. and i was too lazy to put my glasses back on, so i just left it as it is. anyway, by the time she was done, and showing me the back, (i had my glasses on already), i just went O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my hair is sooo short &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, i'll take it happily. why? because, i'd rather think of the good things that came out of this hair cut, rather than badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; thin hair means it is easier to manage. it also means tht i need less shampoo and conditioner and treatment cream. on top of that, it means that my hair will dry a lot faster :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; short and thin hair means, i wont have hair sticking all over my face. and look so, gross. i dont know. i didnt like the way my hair was, so this is a good change, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; since i haven't cut my hair for 7 months now, that means it's time for a change right? and also i needed a trim anyway. so, i'll like this hair cut even though i dont like it that much -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, after i had my shower and played with my hair, i actually like it. see, even if you dont like something, but you try to like something, you'll end up liking it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being very very very positive, am i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see it for yourself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115398176107880707?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115398176107880707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115398176107880707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115398176107880707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115398176107880707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-got-haircut-after-er.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115388203185352655</id><published>2006-07-25T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:47:11.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, today marks the one week.&lt;br /&gt;just a week ago, at this time, i just got home.&lt;br /&gt;went to UBS after lecture to get some stuff, then i headed home.&lt;br /&gt;remember telling him i got him a folder,&lt;br /&gt;so he can read his notes in the spa without damaging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he told me about his encounter with his stupid lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;and i listened, and thought how stupid this lecturer really is (well, she really is stupid, aight!)&lt;br /&gt;then, few hours later, i started the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so beef&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so terrible now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should've gone home.&lt;br /&gt;rather than sitting in lvl 0&lt;br /&gt;reading stinky journals about bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beef beef beef. really beef.&lt;br /&gt;beef, woi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm just being stupid now.&lt;br /&gt;more beef&lt;br /&gt;*pulls hair in frustration*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115388203185352655?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115388203185352655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115388203185352655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115388203185352655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115388203185352655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-today-marks-one-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115380791911200181</id><published>2006-07-24T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:11:59.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>// rant ahead //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life hasn't been easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;of course, it is a little easier than is was last thursday, friday and saturday.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow marks the first week since it happened.&lt;br /&gt;dont know how i'm going to face tomorrow, but i want to be brave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult facing everyday,&lt;br /&gt;carrying the biggest regret in your life.&lt;br /&gt;i walk around, seeing things which seem oh so familiar,&lt;br /&gt;but they are only memories that i can hold on to now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could turn back time..&lt;br /&gt;and not do the things i did,&lt;br /&gt;and listened to him..&lt;br /&gt;if only...if only i could..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much that i have to unload,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;it's not something that you can take off your back and throw it somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;it's something you carry with you,&lt;br /&gt;and let it scar your life..&lt;br /&gt;wonder if it'll be unloaded when i change..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's so difficult..&lt;br /&gt;but thank you for giving me strength to face each day &lt;/em&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/3988211-115380791911200181?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115380791911200181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115380791911200181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115380791911200181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115380791911200181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/rant-ahead-life-hasnt-been-easy-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115378878920769476</id><published>2006-07-24T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:53:09.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my group managed to finish our breadmaking lab early. surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 loaves of bread turned our really nice. i personally prefer the one made with standard flour, but some people liked the one made with high grade flour. the one that i liked had a sour-y taste to it (like a very mild sour dough bread) which was why i liked it! i *heart* sour bread =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going home at 3.30. wonder if i have some time to do some quick shopping in the city before i go catch the ferry. been craving for some retail therapy lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss my old apartment (the one beside Hyatt). i've been asking around to see if anyone knows a nice place that is affordable for me. it's too tiring to wake up so early in the morning, and wait for my dad to come pick me up. besides, i just do nothing when i have big breaks. really hope i'll be able to move out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't get to sleep much. did quite a bit of thinking again. there's so many things happening around me, my family and friends, and it's really difficult to grasp. i mean, it hasn't been a good start to the 2nd semester of uni either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it won't last any longer. really, everything has gone above my acceptable threshold, and it's really to deal with any more problems thrown at me. i can only move forward, TRY to accept what is thrown at me, and continue living on auto-pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. should go for class soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115378878920769476?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115378878920769476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115378878920769476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115378878920769476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115378878920769476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-group-managed-to-finish-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115372702058295231</id><published>2006-07-24T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:43:40.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear depressed no. 1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know telling you to cheer up isn't going to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;i know telling you that everything will be ok will sound so silly to you now, but trust me, you just need to pull yourself together, and i have to do the same too.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're feeling all lost &amp; confused now, but heck, let's emo together ok?&lt;br /&gt;it's probably for the best, before anyone gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you to listen, and to comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of time in my hands now...&lt;br /&gt;so we'll keep each other company, and emo.&lt;br /&gt;we'll get through this shit, aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-depressed no. 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115372702058295231?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115372702058295231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115372702058295231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115372702058295231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115372702058295231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-depressed-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115372684577063949</id><published>2006-07-24T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:40:45.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear charles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for bring my best friend :D &lt;br /&gt;thank you for walking around uni with me, looking for food :D&lt;br /&gt;thank you for going to counselling with me, even though they suddenly decided to see me and i gave you short notice :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;thank you for doing the talking at the counsellor's office, because i am very shy ;)&lt;br /&gt;thank you for studying with me today (even though i didn't study much, but ended up yapping away) :)&lt;br /&gt;thank you for walking with me to engineering building to wait for my dad to pick me up :)&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you thank you for your company today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115372684577063949?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115372684577063949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115372684577063949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yourself. communication is the key. talk to each other. dont wait until the problem becomes so big that both of you cannot solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend more time with your friends even though you have your loved ones. your friends are always there for you no matter what happens, and they were there even before your loved one was. treasure them, and hold them close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treat the person you love the way you want to be treated. if he treats you like  princess, give him back the same treatment (not like a princess, but what he deserves). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treat your loved one with lots of respect. you need to respect each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont take him/ her for granted, because there'll come a point when they'll think "enough is enough, and this is it. we have to break up". do not let that happen to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love him/ her with all your heart, and listen to what they try to tell you. you need to take into account how they feel as well, and it's not all about you, you and you. your relationship is about both of you, not just one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend lots of quality time together (but dont ignore your friends), and get involved in his/ her life. learn to like what he/ she likes to do, for example, if he likes to exercise, then try to be part of it. go to the gym with him (it's good for you anyway) and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let problems build up. if you're upset about something, then talk about it. dont think "oh we've been happy lately. i dont want to ruin the moment". you dont have to ruin the happy moment. you can talk in a nice way, and work your way through it. dont let it build up and then just explode one day. it happens, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let him/ her know that you love her/ him, and say it only if you mean it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll change to be a better person. thank you for being part of my life, and thank you for telling me that i need to change. maybe we'll have a chance to be together again in the future..i love you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115356061653137050?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115356061653137050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115356061653137050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115356061653137050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115356061653137050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-youre-with-your-loved-one-learn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115354014144244392</id><published>2006-07-21T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:49:01.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like talking to someone, but there's no one around to talk to. he's ignoring me, my friends are out or not online and i do not want to burden them with my problems. i've spoken to mum, and all i did was just cry cry cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the car waiting for mum to finish her grocery shopping, and i decided to read some old txts from him. now that this has happened, i can just see clearly that i was so full of anger, i have no patience at all, and i have absolutely no respect for him. and i'm only realising this when it's all too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how you people deal with break-ups, but please be there to support me and help me? i really want to pull myselt together and put my life back on track. i have an appointment with a counsellor on 3rd august at 3pm.cant wait till then. i only wish it'd be sooner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a lot of things to learn, especially when it comes to treating my loved ones. i always take them for granted, just like the way i treated him, and they way  treat my parents. it's like, you know they're always there, so you just dont bother giving them the right respect and treatment. the most important lesson to learn now is to treat others with respect, and treat them the way you want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying is not going to help me pull myself together, but it helps take some sadness away. i'm just hoping and praying that i will not fall into a worse state of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks all of you who have been there for me..i'm sorry i have taken all of you for granted too when i was with him. i promise i'll spend more time with all of you from now on. this break up is really an eye-opener. i've lost something that i love so much, and i'm not going to risk losing my friends. love you girls, and really, thanks for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope we'll be the best of friends from now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115354014144244392?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115354014144244392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115354014144244392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115354014144244392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115354014144244392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-like-talking-to-someone-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115348233061131298</id><published>2006-07-21T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T04:45:30.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm at home &lt;em&gt;home &lt;/em&gt;now. call me at my home &lt;em&gt;home &lt;/em&gt;if you need me. need to contact me i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still trying to get used to being at home &lt;em&gt;home &lt;/em&gt;again. i miss my bed at my apartment. and the duvet, because it's soft anf fluffy, even though it gives out so much feather that i get sick of vacuumming. i miss the warmth of my apartment. home &lt;em&gt;home &lt;/em&gt;is just so cold..and empty in a way. i have most of my plushies in the apartment. only brought teddy with me :( &lt;em&gt;wish i could bring someone else along too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it's not gonna be another long night. i do not have anything to clean here, i have no trademe things to do here because i didn't bring my jewellery tool box, and i cant run around and do star jumps because i'll wake everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still missing you heaps..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115348233061131298?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115348233061131298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115348233061131298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115348233061131298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115348233061131298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-at-home-home-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115341724376361312</id><published>2006-07-20T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:40:43.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still cant sleep..and it's 5.33am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach's acting up. i ate a foot long sub yesterday and that was it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's my appetite? i have to force myself to eat because i feel like throwing up when i'm hungry and i dont eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant time just tick by quickly? i keep trying to look for things to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've packed my clothes for tomorrow, i've prepared the earrings for trademe..i've thrown the rubbish away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's really nothing else to do...except for my lab report. it's due in about 7 hours, but i'm still not doing it. this is not looking good at all..if this is going to drag on, i might as well quit uni now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where are you...? why aren't you here when i need you? we've been through so many things. we can get over this..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115341724376361312?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115341724376361312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115341724376361312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115341724376361312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115341724376361312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-still-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115341153978870417</id><published>2006-07-20T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:05:39.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm going to have another nervous breakdown. i need someone to talk to now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what did i do to deserve this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115341153978870417?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115341136820873657</id><published>2006-07-20T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:02:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was supposed to come up with a new template to keep myself busy so i wont keep thinking about it..but i cant get it to work, and my brain is just too exhausted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please bear with the template (doesnt look to bad actually..) and use the "comments" section for now, until i get my template fixed again. i dont know when that'll be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115341136820873657?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115341136820873657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115341136820873657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115341136820873657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115341136820873657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-supposed-to-come-up-with-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115340430694704604</id><published>2006-07-20T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:05:07.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i only wish i could turn backtime and do things the right way. please give me a chance to learn from my mistakes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115340430694704604?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115340430694704604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115340430694704604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115340430694704604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115340430694704604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-only-wish-i-could-turn-backtime-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115312215959531551</id><published>2006-07-17T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:42:39.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>need to vent need to vent need to vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fans self who is full of anger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hungry, it is dark, and i do not want to go out by myself to get food. and i dont want to cook for myself, because i was planning to cook chicken rice, BUT then again, how the heck do i cook chicken rice for ONE person? it's NOT worth the effort! and i've had porridge ALL day long yesterday, and instant noodles just the day before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, thanks for telling me you're not coming home for dinner at 7.20pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115312215959531551?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115312215959531551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115312215959531551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115312215959531551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115312215959531551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/need-to-vent-need-to-vent-need-to-vent.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115310922344921706</id><published>2006-07-16T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:07:03.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodnessgracious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so so so glad that the day is over (well..sort of). the first day of uni was just crazy. first of all, i missed a compulsory meeting for foodsci304 students. the announcement was on cecil, but i dont check it often. i rely more on webmail, and i thought that all announcements posted on cecil will be available on webmail too. guess i was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got up, went to the toilet to wach up and everything, then i thought, by the time i get there, it'll be 10.4am, and the meeting will end at 11am. and the lecturer doesnt like people who turn up late. so i thought, "aiya later i'll go look for her.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i lazed around more in bed, and finally got out of bed sometime later to have my shower and start getting ready for uni. wanted to leave at 11.20am to go see the lecturer but then charles was being super lazy and he takes like, 20 minutes to print out my timetable -____________- but he's forgiven, because he has to drink yucky drink for some reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, so i left at 11.45 to go for linguist100 lecture at eng1439, then psych108 lecture at llt and finally foodsci302 at och1. 3 hours non-stop on the first day back to uni &gt;&lt; and i was starving! i only had a tiny bowl of porridge. it is seriously a long long long day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. took heaps of pics when we went to hamilton on friday, but i cant post them all up now coz i have a very very long lab to read up for, and lab is at 9am tmrw &lt;br /&gt;-_______________- hello again shoe covers, oversized labcoats and haircovers. and bad hair day will be every tuesday and friday. i think i'll bring a cap along tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm still hungry after eatinf $6.90 worth of sushi and 1/4 of a 450g yoghurt. i shall compile a shopping list so we can go get groceries when charles gets back (hopefully he's up for it) and yes, CLEAN the house. damn, i've just tidied it the other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115310922344921706?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115310922344921706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115310922344921706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115310922344921706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115310922344921706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodnessgracious-i-am-so-so-so-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115258527458891097</id><published>2006-07-10T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:34:45.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know my blog isn't the best place to do this (since hardly anyone reads it anyway) but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#FF0000"&gt;IS ANYONE INTERESTED &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#FF0000"&gt;TO GO TO SPOOKERS &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="7" color="#FF0000"&gt;THIS FRIDAY???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going down to hamilton on friday, but i'll be back on the same day. and charles said karaka is on the way from hamilton. so anyone wanna gooo? we can meet you guys there!!! doors open at 8pm and last entry is at 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out www.spookers.co.nz for more details. RSVP asap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115258527458891097?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115258527458891097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115258527458891097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115258527458891097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115258527458891097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-my-blog-isnt-best-place-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115244540984400420</id><published>2006-07-09T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T04:56:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shaun's gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/shaun1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaun and may. hmmm yeah, shaun you did lose weight. and your skin is WAYYY better! may keeps getting prettier everytime i see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/shaun2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our friend, paul looks drunk. bwahahaha. oh and check out his pose. er, shaun? wth are you doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/shaun3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take 1 : mmm grp pic,but i got cut out -___- (gee, thanks charles!) look at paul and his pose (again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/shaun4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take 2: think we got everyone in this time, but i look fugly. oh charles-y is not in. and look at paul AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/shaun5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this photo. but darling look retarded -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was nice seeing you all again, especially shaun! mmm, but it was srtill nice seeing everyone else :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115244540984400420?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115244540984400420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115244540984400420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115244540984400420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115244540984400420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/shauns-gathering.html' title='shaun&apos;s gathering'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115241907682523639</id><published>2006-07-08T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:24:36.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my belovedS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/charlesteddy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing...the BIG and STRONG bf, who looks after me all the time :D even when he's shit-pissed-off at me..hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what's in his robe's pocket? now let's zoom in a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/teddypoo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me other beloved...TEDDY! the one who is small and feels nice :D one that i cuddle to sleep even though he's so small. fyi, i cant sleep without teddy. and charles likes teddy too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh teddy's got a new friend. charles got it for me after making me upset one day. BWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/holidaypoo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/teddyholidapoo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the TY beanie baby collection, HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehee, cute aye???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/holidayamy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's a blog post without amy camwhoring right? &lt;br /&gt;"you should look at her blog man! it's filled with pictures that she takes of herself with that camera" -- hsuan/ shaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well shaun, it's all thanks to charles' trusty camera where i can flip the screen around and see myself while camwhoring :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post up pics of shaun's gathering from last night..soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115241907682523639?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115241907682523639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115241907682523639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115241907682523639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115241907682523639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-beloveds_09.html' title='my belovedS...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115240062886796373</id><published>2006-07-08T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:17:08.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mother: now listen here. don't you dare go running away while we're looking at things. if we have to go around looking for you, LOOK AT ME, then you won't get to buy anything. if we have bought something, i will put it away and you won't get it.&lt;br /&gt;son: *stares into shops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez. what's with the kids here? i see kids who are totally undisciplined. they come into my shop, with ice cream all over their hands, and rub it against the glass (you idiot. i just wiped the glass!!) the mother sees it, ignores the child, and continues with whatever she's doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another kid comes in with mum/dad. kid goes to spin the sunglasses stand at high speed. one or 2 sunglasses flies off the stand. parents continues to stare at things but manages to mumble "no dont do that" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my sisters did that, omgoodness i'll whack them man. how dare they go about touching everything? esp if they have dirty hands! i DO appreciate those parents who warns their child before coming into the shop not to touch anything and also those parents who pull their child off the glass when they decide to mark their presence on the glass. i DO, i REALLY DO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, i've never seen things like that before in malaysia. kids there are naughty too, but i think the parents actually keep them in control and if they still cant behave themselves, then it's WHACK WHACK WHACK on the bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder as the kids grow up here, they become even more undisciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115240062886796373?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115240062886796373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115240062886796373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115240062886796373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115240062886796373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/mother-now-listen-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115215330461426658</id><published>2006-07-05T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:40:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at work again&lt;br /&gt;Working continuously till Sunday&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just gonna tell you all how LAME my charles can be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we received a notice at the apartment on monday evening telling us that there will be NO water on tuesday from 10pm to approx 4.30am the next day due to some work they'll be doing on the hot and cold water pipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, we were at my parents place and we came back late so we had our shower there before going back to the apartment. when we got back, we realised that both of us had left our keys in the car, so charles went back to get the keys from the car while i waited outside out apartment with our bags and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when charles came back up, he told me that there's an old lady complaining about the water cut and she's saying "WHY WHY WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO IT?" and proceeds to bang her palm on the counter at the reception. then i told charles that i feel sorry for the guy who has to take all her BS. i mean, HELLO WOMAN! they gave out notices. you're  just too stupid or ignorant to store water. i stored water in containers so we'll have enough to wash ourselves, brush our teeth, drink and etc. and i still had so much left (should've sold some to that old lady. HEHEHE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all of a sudden, charles said "let's go down and see if she's still there!" i looked at him and said "okay" reluctantly because i was really tired, but at the same time, it'd be funny to see her banging her palm on the counter. then charles took a packet of peanuts, and told me to bring a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then suggested that we sit down at the couches/ chairs and watch them. and i was like "WTF?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we went down, she was still there, this time with another man, but she wasn't banging the counter anymore (DAMN!). but she was still complaining and the people at the reception were saying things like they'll send some water up to her and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that charles..gosh! didnt know he can be so lame. A BAG OF PEANUTS AND A BOTTLE OF WATER?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsktsk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115215330461426658?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115215330461426658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115215330461426658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115215330461426658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115215330461426658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-at-work-again-working-continuously.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115205894208749033</id><published>2006-07-04T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:22:22.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have just read christine dahling's blog AND I AM SO SO SO JEALOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARUMMPHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks happy thoughts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not working. still JEALOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEH!! WHY DIDNT YOU BRING ME HAH DAHLING?!?! i also wanna shopppppppppp....  :,(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah! just because i was so jealousl i blew $41.95 buying TWO jewellery making tools. actually, just one tool. the other one is sort of like an extension to what i already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, nz have a very sucky jewellery making industry. they do not sell uncommon tools, pretty things and what not. *puffs smoke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in all, it is picking up. already found TWO happy places. oh i didn't mention about my happy places did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, basically, the whole jewellery making thing was put on a halt for the exams. now that exams are over, charles and i have been hunting around and visiting places to get more accessories. so we went to this place, and i was hopping around like a psychotic bunny and my mind just wasn't working. all i knew was, I WANT I WANT I WANT!! then charles said "okay, i'm going to leave you here with the basket, and get WHATEVER you want, while i go over to the other section". HEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we went to the gym, then we went to this other place which was even more happyfying!!!!!! i went crazy again and i couldn't do very basic maths in my head, so i had to tell charles to do it instead. mannn...hehhhhhehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've got lots so new accessories lately, and i'm gonna post pics up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the new items are on www.trademe.co.nz (username: nzkiwi11) but of course, if YOU want to buy it from us, just email me lar: c__amy@hotmail.com and you'll get some special discount :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here are the recent addition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing the squigglies collection-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/0eb8eef4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/93ec7e54.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other colours available too, but i'm just too lazy to put the photos up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the hoop collection-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/adbf83d3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/28710769.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and er, just some random designs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/a226ddc6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/76fe91fb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/0674bc07.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this being my favourite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. gonna brainstorm for more ideas and learn how to use that coiling gizmo. looks too complicated for my pea sized brain T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115205894208749033?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115205894208749033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115205894208749033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115205894208749033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115205894208749033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-just-read-christine-dahlings.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115170995702958027</id><published>2006-06-30T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:28:45.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/30557834127075l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Len for sending this photo =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this photo! captured everyone smiling away happily, except for Ben who looks as if he wasn't ready for this pic =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charles: "OH!! i look so handsome in the photo!"&lt;br /&gt;amy: -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the way i have pinky cheeks in the pic actually. no, i didnt use a blusher. yes, i did put make-up on, but i only used foundation, mascara and eyeliner. nope, no blusher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len looks absolutely gorgeous! Christine looks very pretty :) (eh, you look like you're a working-class person!!) and Mei has got white teeth and she looks so happy too! hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a happifying photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am at work again. got the car though :D kinda sick of catching the bus, and charles doesn't feel safe to let me walk back alone in the evening from downtown. he cant get me from the bus stop or follow me to work on most days coz he needs to go to kickboxing/ wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me i have some anger issues recently. my reason? well, it was a crazy and stressful 18 days of exam period. and all the crazy sleeping times doesnt help either. i'm usually sitting in front of my study desk, drinking coffee or energy drink, with a stack of notes to read through and exam papers to do. not exactly a nice thing is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for all the reasons above, obviously, i only need a small annoyance to trigger my anger button and it just goes KABOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm slowly recovering now...i think. still feeling tired and exhausted from exams, havent exactly had enough sleep. cleaned the apartment yesterday after putting it off for so many days, but it wasn't a complete clean up. The carpet needs vacuuming because the duck down and duck feather duvet that was provided keeps giving out feathers. every morning, i wake up to a carpet littered with little white feathers everywhere, as if a small chick just got de-feathered &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was quite a good day. spent the day with my mum and family. went to spotlight again to get more jewellery stuff. we were there just a few days back after going to Sylvia Park but because we had a busd to catch, we didn't have enough time to look at the things properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, i drove over to my mum's place, had breakkie there and off we went to spotlight. mum made me drive because she wants to assess my driving (which is hopeless, but i didnt run anyone over!). mum waited for me patiently even though she was busting to go to the toilet. teeheehee :D after getting all the stuff i needed, we went to gilmours coz mum hasn't been there before. apparently, the things there aren't all that cheap. some are the same price as our local supermarket, some higher (!!) and some cheaper. think you'll have to buy the commercial items for it to be cheap! spend over $150 on NOTHING nevertheless. it's my mum i tell you! she always say she has nothing to buy, but the amount that she pays later doesnt reflect her "NOTHING TO BUY" statement. but gee, doesn't that happen to all of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm better stop here. gonna come up with more earrings designs so i can sell them. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: dahling, have a nice trip to melb and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115170995702958027?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115170995702958027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115170995702958027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115170995702958027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115170995702958027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-quite-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115088807012797759</id><published>2006-06-21T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T04:07:50.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought my laptop was doomed&lt;br /&gt;windows wouldn't start up &lt;br /&gt;and i was panicking like crazy&lt;br /&gt;didnt help that charles was hogging the phone&lt;br /&gt;regurgitating everything he knows about linguist101&lt;br /&gt;to his dad -_-&lt;br /&gt;poor me have to boom music in my ears&lt;br /&gt;to avoid information overload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah&lt;br /&gt;back to my laptop&lt;br /&gt;think i got this a virus or a bug&lt;br /&gt;from downloading all the photoshop brushes&lt;br /&gt;serves me right, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to txt stefan &lt;br /&gt;and ask how to get into windows safe mode&lt;br /&gt;he told me to press f5 or f8&lt;br /&gt;but neither worked&lt;br /&gt;so i got frustrated &lt;br /&gt;and started hitting the keypad&lt;br /&gt;and SAFE MODE started flashing on screen&lt;br /&gt;-____________-&lt;br /&gt;damn stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to do system restore&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah..&lt;br /&gt;jumping from charles' laptop to mine&lt;br /&gt;every 5 seconds or so&lt;br /&gt;guess what was *i* doing on charles' laptop&lt;br /&gt;while my laptop was going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;browsing dresses on trademe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;somesort of laptop owner i am&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, just happy that everything's back to normal&lt;br /&gt;downloading norton antivirus now&lt;br /&gt;heh ^^'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115088807012797759?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115088807012797759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115088807012797759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115088807012797759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115088807012797759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-just-when-i-thought-my-laptop-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115087835329882925</id><published>2006-06-21T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:25:53.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i *am* doing something productive&lt;br /&gt;no, i am *not* studying&lt;br /&gt;but heck, &lt;br /&gt;at least i AM doing something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, improving my photoshop skills&lt;br /&gt;tralalala..just downloaded shitloads of brushes&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lovin'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme show you an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/amiez.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it, like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter if you dont..&lt;br /&gt;COZ I DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after doing that..&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna design MA own blog&lt;br /&gt;everything from scratch&lt;br /&gt;*bows to photoshop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumpeelumpeelumpadeedoodaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. ah yes, back to er, being produtive.&lt;br /&gt;foodsci 301 can wait =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115087835329882925?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115087835329882925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115087835329882925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115087835329882925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115087835329882925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-doing-something-productive-no-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115085768157511687</id><published>2006-06-20T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:41:21.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*ranty post &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one to rant to. &lt;br /&gt;christine dahling is sitting for her psych exam now. &lt;br /&gt;so it's just me, the apartment and my bag of sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;feel like going home for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;but i probably won't end up studying&lt;br /&gt;will probably go home and spend some time&lt;br /&gt;with my sisters after 301 exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cant wait till everything's over&lt;br /&gt;and i mean, &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is driving me UP the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from cleaning, to cooking,&lt;br /&gt;to waking up unnecessarily&lt;br /&gt;to yelling at each other&lt;br /&gt;to i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;just want everything to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went crazy at munchy mart&lt;br /&gt;got heaps of chocolates&lt;br /&gt;spent $10.60 only on chocolates&lt;br /&gt;and a wonka gobstopper&lt;br /&gt;which tastes funny &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling better than before now&lt;br /&gt;think i just need some time &lt;br /&gt;for myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise, that lately,&lt;br /&gt;everytime i get angry&lt;br /&gt;or all worked up,&lt;br /&gt;i start to feel dizzy,&lt;br /&gt;and my stomach feels sick&lt;br /&gt;do you think it's low blood pressure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like before, when i was walking him to class,&lt;br /&gt;i felt so sick i almost passed out&lt;br /&gt;had to take a stop on the way to munchy mart&lt;br /&gt;just to stop myself from falling over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115085768157511687?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115085768157511687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115085768157511687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115085768157511687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115085768157511687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/06/ranty-post-again-no-one-to-rant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115078703557770561</id><published>2006-06-19T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:03:55.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>warning: angry angry post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid nz couriers. THEY STOLE OUT PACKAGE!!! and our $5 too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you nz couriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left TWO packages with the reception on friday. One of them has been sent to the recipient BUT THE OTHER ONE HASNT EVEN BEEN SCANNED YET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that driver must be on fucking idiotic dickhead. Bloody idiot. If you want to steal packages, obviously you dont do it when there are TWO packages sent out by the same person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off the most is, well it started off with it being MY mistake. Because i was so busy with the 40% assignment, i totally forgotten to send this person's items out, so charles and i decided to send it to her by courier (she asked for standard post). So we went lalala preparing it and everything, even added $5 cash (after checking with the operator that it is okay) to buy the RD (rural delivery) stamp at our own cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, FOUR FUCKING DAYS later, the package hasnt even been scanned, and there is NO WAY i can track the item. the manager at the reception said that THEY SAW with their own eyes that the courier guy collected BOTH packages, including the $5 cash to purchase the stamp. That manager could even tell us that the money was in coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i wonder if they have security cameras operating at the reception.....so we can identify who that dickhead is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unwanted stress....luckily i've had enough sleep, the house is reasonably tidy and CLEAN, and 've had my dose of today's home&amp;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you'll excuse me, i have some business to look after..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115078703557770561?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115078703557770561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115078703557770561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115078703557770561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115078703557770561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/06/warning-angry-angry-post-stupid-nz.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115076764000959998</id><published>2006-06-19T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T18:40:40.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*rant ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i dont even know why i bother&lt;br /&gt;this is the second time i'm coming home&lt;br /&gt;to an extremely messy home&lt;br /&gt;after an exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine...&lt;br /&gt;you were up half the night studying&lt;br /&gt;the other half of the night when you weren't studying&lt;br /&gt;you were having nightmares about the exam&lt;br /&gt;and some stupid gut feeling saying you'll fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you,&lt;br /&gt;leave your rubbish&lt;br /&gt;at one corner because you were sitting there&lt;br /&gt;when you ate something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you,&lt;br /&gt;leave your clothes&lt;br /&gt;where you took them off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you,&lt;br /&gt;leave a pair of socks here&lt;br /&gt;and another pair there&lt;br /&gt;and a few random ones lying everywhere else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you,&lt;br /&gt;talk rudely to someone&lt;br /&gt;who has just finished her exams&lt;br /&gt;ran around half the uni&lt;br /&gt;getting the stuff you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you,&lt;br /&gt;tell her to go away&lt;br /&gt;just because she was nagging at you&lt;br /&gt;about keeping the place clean&lt;br /&gt;or pick up after your rubbish&lt;br /&gt;or because you left wet spots &lt;br /&gt;all over the carpet and tiles&lt;br /&gt;and didnt bother cleaning them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you? DO YOU? DO YOUUUU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i even deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole body is aching&lt;br /&gt;from the lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;to the crazy daily timetables&lt;br /&gt;that we set&lt;br /&gt;my left shoulder is aching&lt;br /&gt;because i was carrying your drinks&lt;br /&gt;around while running YOUR errands&lt;br /&gt;running from one corner to the other&lt;br /&gt;one shoulder aching&lt;br /&gt;one arm full of things&lt;br /&gt;and another arm navigating the mouse&lt;br /&gt;to print your stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even a word of 'thank you'&lt;br /&gt;all i heard was 'go away if you're going to treat me this way'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure&lt;br /&gt;i am going away&lt;br /&gt;i am in my own happyfying little world&lt;br /&gt;where kitkats grow on trees&lt;br /&gt;and money drops from the sky&lt;br /&gt;and no males exist&lt;br /&gt;no bitches either&lt;br /&gt;very happyfying&lt;br /&gt;i *am* in my happy place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to happify myself&lt;br /&gt;i am going to pass out on the bed now&lt;br /&gt;until home&amp;away starts&lt;br /&gt;and then pass out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night ya all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115076764000959998?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115076764000959998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115076764000959998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115076764000959998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115076764000959998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/06/rant-ahead-seriously-i-dont-even-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115062379906372778</id><published>2006-06-18T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:43:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent $100+ at foodtown today&lt;br /&gt;buying "i-dont-have-to-cook-food"&lt;br /&gt;basically frozen meals, snacks, and energy drinks to keep awake&lt;br /&gt;not to forget, cranberry juice&lt;br /&gt;to prevent nasty nasty UTI from appearing again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ex txted and was um, flirting with me?&lt;br /&gt;told charles about it&lt;br /&gt;and obviously, he wasn't happy lar&lt;br /&gt;kinda over the top right?&lt;br /&gt;he happily knows that i AM ATTACHED to my baby poobum&lt;br /&gt;but yet decides to keep flirting?&lt;br /&gt;didnt even bother replying his txt this morning&lt;br /&gt;dont want another "hey i'm flirting with you if you didn't notice!"&lt;br /&gt;or a "kisses amy on cheeks" txt sitting in my inbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have so much to read for scigen 201&lt;br /&gt;not even halfway through&lt;br /&gt;and i have SO MANY articles to read for the other lecturer&lt;br /&gt;*brings head to wall and bangs head repeteadly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waiting for chicken&amp;muchroom risotto to be ready*&lt;br /&gt;chicken&amp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mushroom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; risotto..&lt;br /&gt;i took the pack out and there was only ONE PIECE OF MUSHROOM!&lt;br /&gt;mushroom my bum!&lt;br /&gt;but what do you expect...when you only pay $3.99?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. better go hide that pack of kitkats&lt;br /&gt;before my poobum comes home&lt;br /&gt;and finishes everything&lt;br /&gt;he has this ability to finish A BIG BAG OF SWEETS&lt;br /&gt;in one sitting&lt;br /&gt;and he wont move till he FINISHES it!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm picking this bad habit from him too &lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;he bought me a pack of M&amp;M's the other day&lt;br /&gt;and i finished the whole packet before even getting out of bed&lt;br /&gt;it was basically my breakfast&lt;br /&gt;can die dot com&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya&lt;br /&gt;chicken&amp;mushroom risotto is ready&lt;br /&gt;microwave calling already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115062379906372778?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115062379906372778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115062379906372778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115062379906372778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115062379906372778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/06/dammit-spent-100-at-foodtown-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-115036007773681261</id><published>2006-06-15T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:27:57.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>40% assignment is gone-th &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if i'll actually pass this course! gosh it'll be so embarassing if i dont, and my timetable would be all f*cked up again... *haih*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling a little restless now. dont know if it's because i'm worrying about the assignment or..i dont know la &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to my dear sis now. &lt;br /&gt;she's funny lar, aiyor!&lt;br /&gt;miss my family...saw my dad today&lt;br /&gt;but he was lecturing me about how i sell stuff to cheaply on trademe&lt;br /&gt;well...i dont know la. &lt;br /&gt;kinda wanna give up on trademe already?&lt;br /&gt;it's really quiet this week, dont know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cant wait till exams are over&lt;br /&gt;really feel like going somewhere!!&lt;br /&gt;wei christine, pack me in your bag and take me along la, please? *puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a 'conversation' with bitch jr.&lt;br /&gt;bitch jr: hello&lt;br /&gt;me: ?&lt;br /&gt;bith jr: how are you?&lt;br /&gt;*amy drags cursor to little x at the top of the chatbox*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;it makes me wonder sometimes, if i over-reacted?&lt;br /&gt;but you know, i can never find a place in my heart to forgive bitch and bitch jr.&lt;br /&gt;kinda mean, aye?&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, i dont wanna have any connections with them.&lt;br /&gt;already planned NOT TO SEE THEM when we go back to kl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till the end of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;man i sure look forward to things huh...&lt;br /&gt;2007...riighhttt.....2006 is not even over yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i'm blabbering AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;as if i havent done enough blabbering for my assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, toodles.&lt;br /&gt;am going to find some comfort food.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate sounds nice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-115036007773681261?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/115036007773681261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=115036007773681261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115036007773681261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/115036007773681261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/06/40-assignment-is-gone-th.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-114984658869071508</id><published>2006-06-09T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T02:49:48.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick&amp;tired of doing chemmat211 questions, but i know i need to do them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ran out of Neurofen, and Lord knows i need them RIGHT THIS MOMENT :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought a little can of tiramisu flavored coffee for tomorrow morning, before my exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked where my exam room is, and it's in Law Stone. I checked it on the map, and it's right behind my apartment. right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tutor, Ben has helped me so much :) and i better goddamn do well in this exam &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and I were too lazy to put our little ice tray in the freezer, so we've no ice now, which means that Amy cant have her ice coffee... *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things that happened lately:&lt;br /&gt;- Christine, Charles and I had a very, um, "private" conversation. um, yes. PRIVATE.&lt;br /&gt;- Ben (my tutor) tutored me for free, and in total helped me for almost 3 hours!! &lt;br /&gt;- I am the NOOB-est in Chemnmat211, for I ask the NOOB-est questions ever&lt;br /&gt;- Charles and I have been planning ways to get m00lah so we can go on a holiday again soon. I REALLY WANT TO GET OUT OF AUCKLAND!! ...at least Christine has a holiday to look forward to...  =(&lt;br /&gt;- Mum, Charles and I went for lunch buffet at Sky City yesterday, and the food sucked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-114984658869071508?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/114984658869071508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=114984658869071508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114984658869071508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114984658869071508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sicktired-of-doing-chemmat211.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-114984617554121150</id><published>2006-06-09T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T02:42:56.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did you know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Charles and I are the best pizza buddies ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. i *LOVE* pineapples, but he *HATES* it&lt;br /&gt;x. i'll pick my capsicum and put it aside, and he'll pick mine and eat it&lt;br /&gt;x. he LOVES olives but i really HATE them, so i'll pick them out and give them to him&lt;br /&gt;x. we BOTH LOVE LOVE LOVE pizza!&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/3988211-114984617554121150?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/114984617554121150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=114984617554121150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114984617554121150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114984617554121150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/06/did-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-114889017630003177</id><published>2006-05-29T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:09:36.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hullo people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me, updating again, BUTTTTT...this time i have photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[more photos coming soon! stupid cam died on me while uploading pics -_- ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday marked the last of my foodsci301 lab for this semester. being the lucky group [read: lucky..more on that later], we got to do the fun-nest lab :D we had apples to put holes into and gelatines to bounce around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it when my hands start getting itchyscratchy, so i just had to, I JUST HAD TO.....carve smileys onto the apple pieces. -.-" i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/301lab1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first 3 from the left are mine, and the last one belongs to c.ho. cute, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/301lab2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh ^^" c.ho doing an impersonation of her little uhh, smileyapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/301lab3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigger family after a couple of mins! and smileys becoming brown-er too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/301lab5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2 other lab partners...in crime. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/301lab4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gelatine, in little beakers. the red one was um, weight watchers raspberry jelly. it smelled so nice. candy and i were so tempted to eat it. oh, guess what? that very evening, i popped by foodtown and got myself some raspberry jello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/301lab6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gelatine, outside their beakers. all thanks to me and candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/301lab7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, this is one big mess. no contribution from me here. this is candy's way of "cleaning up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think my group enjoyed this lab the most. heee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-114889017630003177?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/114889017630003177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=114889017630003177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114889017630003177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114889017630003177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/05/hullo-people-its-me-updating-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-114834138273791686</id><published>2006-05-22T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:43:02.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, my bro wants to get a studio here too. sheesh. copy cat &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually wonder if they'll still offer the $200 pw price to him. got charles to check for him. cant wait for charles to get here. he promised me a family sized green tea ice cream, as long as it'll fit in the freezer. no worries, if it doesn't fit, i'll gobble everything *sheepish smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, wonder what it'll be like if my bro actually moves in here. i'll pop by their apartment every night for dinner :D so i dont have to cook. HAHAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riight. 11.38am and i still havent done my prelab. havent even read it, actually. DIE LAB DIEEEE!!!!! well, at the very least, it IS the last lab for the semester. only one more left this friday for foodsci303. apparently, we'll be tasting salt water. oh dear, someone help me, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya. back to my lab report. who's going on saturday to 6th sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-114834138273791686?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/114834138273791686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=114834138273791686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114834138273791686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114834138273791686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-my-bro-wants-to-get-studio-here-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-114800635514915859</id><published>2006-05-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:39:15.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>contrary to c.ho's amazing-ness at blogging and reaching her 1000th post in er (insert how long you've blogged for, c.ho), i am still sitting on my 839th post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even feel like blogging now, but i am home (instead of studying at the library as planned, for my chemmat 211 test), waiting for the idiots to send the washing machine. i dont know how much money i've wasted calling those fuckwits. first, the owner of the moving company gave me the wrong phone number to call, then he casually rings me back to inform me that he gave me the wrong number, and that i have to ring the other guy. right...bloody fucking dimwits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i get an email from that dickhead from 211 saying that I HAVE NOT ATTENDED ANY LABS. you arsewipe. i went to see you, AND PURPOSELY ASKED YOU TO SEND ME AN EMAIL SAYING THAT I HAVE BEEN GIVEN LAB EXEMPTION, but NO, you chose NOT TO SEND ME THE EMAIL, and i had to go look for you for who fucking knows how many times, but you werent there. so i caught up with you in lecture, and you just said i've been exempted. thanks asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, now, all the CHEMMAT 211 students know that i didn't do my lab. right. as if it isn't humiliating enough that i am repeating this damn paper. be more organised you fucking morons. maybe more students will pass then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm not going to do the test. why? because i went crazy, i almost pulled my hair out, and i was gonna jump off my 12th floor apartment's balcony. i was stressed alright, but it wasn't that. it was the combination of the disorganisation of the XY population, thus causing me to suffer the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to sit in the corner, shaking, bawl my eyes out, tried tearing the sheets apart, and was pulling hard at my hair. also, i almost scratched my eyes out. i can't study because my mind wasn't in the right state. and until now, at 2.35pm (my test is at 3pm), i am blogging, not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a bad headache again. thanks to all the morons. now, fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-114800635514915859?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/114800635514915859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=114800635514915859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114800635514915859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114800635514915859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/05/contrary-to-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-114707486922812862</id><published>2006-05-08T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:56:05.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exactly a year ago, two individuals who didn't know each other got together. It started with friendster, which led to mobile phone number exchanges, then to home phone number exchanges, and finally, they met up. These two individuals went on a series of dates, and on 7th May 2005, they finally got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Charles and I got together exactly a year ago. Today, we celebrated our first anniversary together. After 11 month-niversaries, this is it..one year  of together-ness. To get to this point, we've both been through a lot, given up and sacrificed on a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first hurdle our relationship had to face was my parents. They didn't expect me to actually get in a relationship with a Caucasian, but one day, i brought one home. Beeing protective of their daughter, they had a series of lecture with me, to make sure that i am sure about having a Caucasian partner and the consequences of it (don't see any!). That became better as they got to know Charles better and everything went well for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second biggest hurdle was when we were in Malaysia. Well, relatives being relatives, they just love sticking their nose into other people's business and making empty promises. One in particular, totally enjoyed sticking her nose into our relationship, dug out some information, told her mum and her mum told the whole world. Being a journalist, heck i'm not surprised she did that. What shocked me though, was the fact that her mum promised to let me confront my parents myself instead of her letting them know. Not good for my parents to find out from an outsider you see (quote her), but yet, she told them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me losing my virginity. No, not that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i dont think i should publicly blog about it, so i'll keep it as discreet as possible. If you really want to know, I'll tell you one day :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i told my cousin something about Charles. I trusted her at that time, because she is (was, now) afterall the closest cousin to me. She thought about it, and decided to tell her mum without asking for my permission first. She only told me about it AFTER telling her mum, through email. The content of the email said that her mum will not tell ANYONE, especially my parents AND her husband. So, okay, she asked for me to forgive her, and that was what i did. I trusted her, AND her mum. Everything went well again, until 1 week after charles and i arrived in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided to use some scare tactics on me, to force me to tell my parents. We have decided to tell my parents anyway, but we were waiting for the right time (ie: when we're back in NZ). As selfish as it sounds, we just wanted my parents to get to know Charles better, before finding out about "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a story short, she decided to tell my parents, and not tell us about it, but tell every other relative of mine. By the time Chinese New Year came, everyone gave us the cold shoulder and we didn't know why! Towards the end of our trip, another uncle of mine (a super nice one!!) told us that he knows about what's going on and basically talked us through it. He discusses the whole problem with us, and even told us what to tell my parents once we get back to NZ. He was really helpful because he asked us questions that he thinks my dad would ask us, and told us the best way to answer them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so upset with my cousin (she is technically still my cousin, but i dont like to be related to her anymore) and her mum for causing the whole problem. My dad stopped me from seeing Charles when we got back, and serious discussions had to be held every now and then to clarify things. Finally, one day he decided to let us see each other again (after a very very long time). Throughout the whole time, i lost about 3kgs and basically all i did was lock myself in my room and cry. Even though he stopped us from seeing each other, Charles and I continued to txt and call each other. Charles supported me through the whole ordeal and kept giving me strength and told me not to give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out stronger than ever, and we realised how much we needed and loved each other. Our relationship has been awesome since then, despite arguments every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say, those 2 problems are probably the death to every relationship. We fought so hard to get my dad's permission to let us see each other, and we just kept fighting. Of course, it was a very messy problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a small celebration yesterday but we might have a proper one another time. Charles has a test on monday so there's nothing much we could do yesterday. I was working too! Kinda surprised that he dragged me from the bus-stop to another direction which wasn't heading home. It was so sweet of him to take me out for a nice dinner and have a nice time even though he had to study for his test. Thanks baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/anni1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us, after dinner at my pad. i have a red face from all the drinking. teehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/NNI2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary baby!! love you lots!! thanks for always being there for me, no matter how crazy i can become, and for sacrificing so much just for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: this entry was typed on Monday, but just assume i typed and posted it on sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-114707486922812862?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/114707486922812862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=114707486922812862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114707486922812862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114707486922812862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/05/exactly-year-ago-two-individuals-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988211.post-114660346922400434</id><published>2006-05-02T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:57:49.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a BRAND NEW apartment, for the same price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has GYM SAUNA and SPA!! and a lawn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really nice common area downstairs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has a dvd player and a nicer telly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has a nice bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a nice balcony :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND A WHOOPING DISHWASHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more flea bites i hope! will still bomb the new place though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving on tuesday, 16th may. only about 2 weeks away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to give my 3 weeks notice to this crappy apartment you see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and it's on waterloo quadrant :D uni's right in front. bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh something happened when charles and i went to see the new place. this guy was taking us around, explaining the facilities available..then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person: you can also use spy-de-hyatt&lt;br /&gt;charles: SPYDER CLUB?! &lt;br /&gt;amy: spy-de-hyatt club? huh?&lt;br /&gt;person: yes spy-de-hyatt club. you can use the stairs from here and go to hyatt&lt;br /&gt;amy: but..why....(almost asked why would i wanna spy hyatt hotel?)&lt;br /&gt;person: *looked at both of us in confusion* you can use the spa there.&lt;br /&gt;charles&amp;amy: OHHHH..*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this person has a very funny accent la. so it was quite difficult to understand him. i thought he was trying to tell us that there's a club called spy-de-hyatt, where you go spy on what your neighbours are doing, through the stairs that links hyatt hotel and the apartment. so bimbo-itic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then charles thought it was a club called spyder club -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post up some photos after i get on trademe. yup, found the apartment on trademe. cant wait to move in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i had to flea bomb the apartment, coz i'm getting like really bad flea bites ok. who knows where those motherfuckers come from. i have 14 bites in total from my legs to body to arms. seriously, it's driving my NUTS! anti-histamine pills doesnt help, neither does the cream elocon! argh! my MOPIKO (mozzie cream) works better than those prescribed meds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got another blood test done yesterday coz charles was worried about my health in general. like, i keep getting sick &gt;&lt; oh yeah i got UTI (urinary tract infection) again. God knows why i keep getting it &gt;&lt; not like i dont drink water, and neither am i unhygienic! but this time it doesnt hurt as bad. i'm still fine. got another course of antibiotics -.-" oh, when i was sitting in the torture room of Diagnostic medlab after i got my blood taken, the fire alarm went off &gt;&lt; hehe. and it was because the nurses forgotten about their toasts -__- got photos taken this time. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's about it. i have to go back to sleep as i was awake half the night. only left esquires at 2.10am &gt;&lt; came back, vacuumed the place (sucker fleas!), charles helped assemble the sheets, i showered, assembled the sheets and i just crawled into bed. didnt sleep well though &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i made the effort to go for my scigenboringashell201 lecture. firstly, i woke up late, so i didnt have time to shower, so i just washed up, got changed and put a cap on, and left. then, because i was late, i had to walk to really quickly. only to realised that i still have 5 minutes before lecture starts (i kept thinking that i was late already). so i went in, sat down, looked around, ok fine, i dont know anyone. where are they? nvm. i'll be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i looked at my course book to check what the lecture would be about today, only to realised that graduation for commerce is today!!!! which means no lecture. around the same time that i realised, other people started asking around. then danielle came in so i asked her if there's lecture today and she said commerce graduation is on today and i showed her the book saying there's no lecture today. so we just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should've looked last night aye. my fault la! but the lecturer's should've posted a notice telling us that there won't be a lecture because of graduation, so it'll be more convenient for waggers like me! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aites. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988211-114660346922400434?l=amiez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/feeds/114660346922400434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3988211&amp;postID=114660346922400434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114660346922400434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3988211/posts/default/114660346922400434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiez.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-moving-whee-to-brand-new-apartment.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06673202059607105461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v287/amychee/blogpic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
