<?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-20649904</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:51:00.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANDA'S CAGE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17964253234879045428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPWoUbwgycw/Ti-kTCE6agI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ENyVUUkzNUM/s220/DSC00459.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8709613332489395457</id><published>2010-03-04T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:26:05.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me in&lt;br /&gt;To see you in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;To get me on and all along the tears they come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all come&lt;br /&gt;I want you to believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;Will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8709613332489395457?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8709613332489395457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8709613332489395457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8709613332489395457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8709613332489395457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-me-in-to-see-you-in-morning-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2911178979793441985</id><published>2010-03-03T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:14:07.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm running out of ways to make you see&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay here beside me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be okay and I won't pretend I am&lt;br /&gt;So just tell me today and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Please take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Please take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Please take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say yes&lt;br /&gt;Just say there's nothing holding you back&lt;br /&gt;It's not a test&lt;br /&gt;Nor a trick of the mind, only love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2911178979793441985?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2911178979793441985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2911178979793441985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2911178979793441985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2911178979793441985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-running-out-of-ways-to-make-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2538274956258708625</id><published>2010-02-22T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:17:48.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't hit me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, don't call it betrayal, call it.. pasture change, ahh heck, who am I kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.spoonfulofcyanide.tumblr.com"&gt;http://www.spoonfulofcyanide.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just looking around *shrugs*..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2538274956258708625?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2538274956258708625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2538274956258708625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2538274956258708625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2538274956258708625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-hit-me.html' title='don&apos;t hit me'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-9088956361142205667</id><published>2010-02-19T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:27:16.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How come I can never say exactly what I had in mind, I'd never know. I just know it had always been here somewhere. It's only when after the phase is over, the OMG MY POINT EXACTLY and WHY DIDN'T I SAY THAT EARLIER? kicks in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways just some thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Contrary to popular views on how terrible it is to have those moments, it isn't all that bad. IT ISN'T BAD IF IT HAPPENS ONCE A YEAR OKAY. Better than I have an emotional range of a teaspoon. It's always better and okay to doubt what you're doing, where you're going with this, do you really like like this person and question your feelings. I mean, yeh, don't do that and you're stuck with Bert forever. Bert sounds like a boring guy to me. DON'T JUDGE ME. So you get what I mean. Plus, get over it, move on, and emerge a...&lt;insert&gt;.(insert self-appraising name)I don't know any better words.&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH and trust me and Mangay, one day you'll emerge from the closet and reveal to us you're gay. And I will say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I KNEW IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-9088956361142205667?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/9088956361142205667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=9088956361142205667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/9088956361142205667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/9088956361142205667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-come-i-can-never-say-exactly-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-4634638943428190111</id><published>2010-02-15T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:15:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouthful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm really thinking about shutting down dramadem0n. Been so mundane, everything, and I don't quite feel like blogging. 'Sides, dramadem0n has serviced me for pretty long. Time to put this baby into the crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Until then, I'll say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways I guess CNY has pretty been the same. I like meeting some cousins, talking, catching up. Alright, just one. The rest are so young! Family drama's been okay. Cursing's good for the body, ang bao even better more for the soul. The food is scrumptious! As much as steamboat's usually bleh for me, the beef is yummmm. Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My maternal grandma's not doing very well. Dementia and age is catching up with her, don't think she even remembers me. She was cursing loudly in hokkien yesterday I saw her. Dementia works in morbid ways and this, she was remembering something that upset her in the past and got really worked up and couldn't stop cursing. She's forgetting everything routine. Like eating, brushing teeth. Things like that. It's sad. And I'm not close to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't like how things are between you and me now. It's rough and just a pain in the ass. Wouldn't like this on a public blog but I don't think popularity is my blog's biggest issue. I mean, I don't know.. I've ever questioned when too much is too much NOT SAYING THAT IT IS. Yeh well, like you've heard it from me, I don't want to be those people who stick together just for the sake of it. That's bull. Have a friggin life, live it. What? I'm not gunning for a marriage, so sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay too much angst. Point is, okay I don't know. I guess I'm still figuring that part out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-4634638943428190111?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4634638943428190111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=4634638943428190111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4634638943428190111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4634638943428190111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/mouthful.html' title='Mouthful'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3196259871765328154</id><published>2010-02-08T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:37:07.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've heard some say that my hot girl list sucked so, screw you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay you know I don't really mean that, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh but how can anyone not like Emma Watson?!! And I totally forgot to add Zooey Deschanel and Keira Knightly into my awesome list. *smacks* silly me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was thinking about da Hot Guy List tho, and I did manage to think of some. In no particular order...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hugh Jackman - Love that bod. Oooo smexy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Edward Norton - That's the charmer. I'll so gladly be sweeeped up by him for a date, I'll faint in his lap, too mesmerized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Liam Neeson - That's the tough guy, he'll kick the shit outta anyone. Hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt - That's the guy for my drifty days. If you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Only 4, couldn't get the last one out. Ooo and goodies pilling up for CNY. Me likey. Ahhh this week last week! Hear ye! Hear ye! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3196259871765328154?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3196259871765328154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3196259871765328154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3196259871765328154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3196259871765328154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-heard-some-say-that-my-hot-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5387705107098857048</id><published>2010-02-05T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:30:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't want to be rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm absurd, I'm Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I need to detox my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5387705107098857048?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5387705107098857048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5387705107098857048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5387705107098857048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5387705107098857048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-dont-want-to-be-rational.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-1888129584633055558</id><published>2010-02-03T13:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:59:17.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme a hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A great hug goes a long way, as I've learnt today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hee, me likey. I looked so sad and sallow walking alone in school waiting for Mangay to be released and I got a hug! No la, not Mangay. We both give awkward hugs. My secret admirer, shhhh. Omg I'm such a sucker for hugs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2kNOhqVAxI/AAAAAAAACM0/ID720mC0-l0/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100203_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2kNOhqVAxI/AAAAAAAACM0/ID720mC0-l0/s320/Snapshot_20100203_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433888968604451602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;my fringe so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2kNKnPRSlI/AAAAAAAACMs/Jp5NrSxwTyk/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100203_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2kNKnPRSlI/AAAAAAAACMs/Jp5NrSxwTyk/s320/Snapshot_20100203_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433888901382097490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mangay so chubbbby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2kNGxACq-I/AAAAAAAACMk/LhJMsLGylaY/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100203_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2kNGxACq-I/AAAAAAAACMk/LhJMsLGylaY/s320/Snapshot_20100203_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433888835283102690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;yeh mangay Frenchman and I'm a Dalmatian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yeh and damn we finished GEMs presentation! Wheeheee. Omg and now I know the proper words to describe Web Publishing. It's like organ transplant, or kidney transplant. We have to link webpages to a main site root, if it's done wrongly, poof! And then we have to transfer websites to a main lappa to compile, if it's linked wrongly, poof! See how anything can go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only undying wish these days is to be comatose. Now that's sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide to Avoiding Hugs...coming soon! While that's in process, go catch The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus now! Think it's gonna be awesummm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-1888129584633055558?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1888129584633055558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=1888129584633055558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1888129584633055558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1888129584633055558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/02/gimme-hug.html' title='gimme a hug'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2kNOhqVAxI/AAAAAAAACM0/ID720mC0-l0/s72-c/Snapshot_20100203_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8353105763090687730</id><published>2010-01-31T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:58:52.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yikes! Being toasted like a marshmallow is so not cool. Okay at least I got that soft chewy underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I checked, the sun is the brightest hottest biggest burning object in the solar system. Who brings lighting equipment to film in West Coast? Directly under the freakking sun, at 34 degrees, I think you're a nutjob. This Singapore dey. Omg I'm being so bitchy. Hah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg almooooostttt done with nawi's filming. Everyone's armed with sunblock today, hopefully I didn't really get any darker. I think I'm doing a real bad job being blind, gaaahh. But it has honestly been fun actually, lol. Being at parks on weekends make me feel like I'm being healthy, exercising (but not). And oooo so many doggies. I want my beagle ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was OMG WE SEE KITES DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg that guy's climbing the tree like some freaking monkey for the kite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woah trying to impress girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His kite looks like a sperm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Super Sperm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sperm like kenna spasm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Techno Sperm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sperm's trying to impregnate other kites in the sky "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; flicking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8353105763090687730?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8353105763090687730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8353105763090687730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8353105763090687730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8353105763090687730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/yikes-being-toasted-like-marshmallow-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-9019852912894154759</id><published>2010-01-30T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:42:20.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OW OW OW IT'S SUNBURNS. OW OW OW OWWWWW ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap the big redddddd patches are on my arms and cheeks and chest now. I feel like my skin's on fire even tho it's 8.29pm. Sizzle. Filming in the sun at McRitchie for an entire day, that's what gets you. Never. Ever. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's at West Coast. Sunblock and aloe vera, need those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awful, god, tan line please fade away soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-9019852912894154759?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/9019852912894154759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=9019852912894154759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/9019852912894154759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/9019852912894154759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/ow-ow-ow-its-sunburns.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7000368509762592108</id><published>2010-01-29T09:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:28:23.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday highs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Econs, it ain't that bad really. Especially now. ANDREA NO MORE BRACEFACE! Heh. Happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I1XhRNa8I/AAAAAAAACMM/DiUiP83udzE/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100129_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I1XhRNa8I/AAAAAAAACMM/DiUiP83udzE/s200/Snapshot_20100129_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431962778746055618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I1RlXpbqI/AAAAAAAACME/FVjO1wTfdek/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100129_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I1RlXpbqI/AAAAAAAACME/FVjO1wTfdek/s200/Snapshot_20100129_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431962676767583906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I5bMOGjRI/AAAAAAAACMc/e2Rpql273Y8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100129_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I5bMOGjRI/AAAAAAAACMc/e2Rpql273Y8/s200/Snapshot_20100129_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431967239861865746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I1BiWcfSI/AAAAAAAACL0/4fEMqvJMPt8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100129_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I1BiWcfSI/AAAAAAAACL0/4fEMqvJMPt8/s320/Snapshot_20100129_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431962401079328034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I0uwnfQMI/AAAAAAAACLs/Bot6cPBvvHc/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100129_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I0uwnfQMI/AAAAAAAACLs/Bot6cPBvvHc/s320/Snapshot_20100129_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431962078491394242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I0li6fQFI/AAAAAAAACLk/ssXZqxQ_R6U/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100129_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I0li6fQFI/AAAAAAAACLk/ssXZqxQ_R6U/s320/Snapshot_20100129_24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431961920194166866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I0dfj7VOI/AAAAAAAACLc/UQN85cscqEc/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100129_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I0dfj7VOI/AAAAAAAACLc/UQN85cscqEc/s320/Snapshot_20100129_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431961781855278306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Playing with burst effects, my linguine is cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday did filming and had a treat to pastamaniaaaaa. Still haven't got my paddlepop, been craving it since Wednesday? I SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM. Oh yeah so acting ain't that bad...even tho it's like some anti-rape campaign thingy. No nude scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want more clotheeeessssyyyyesss. How come I can never find what I want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should I get Linguine a skin? I hate that it has a glossy cover and it's being covered with scratch marks now, god. It's so new somemore! Grrr. I'm not a klutz or have been mishandling it, IT'S GLOSSY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm addicted to my mom's Revlon eye shadow now! Teehee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7000368509762592108?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7000368509762592108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7000368509762592108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7000368509762592108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7000368509762592108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-highs.html' title='friday highs'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S2I1XhRNa8I/AAAAAAAACMM/DiUiP83udzE/s72-c/Snapshot_20100129_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-4392760953013179112</id><published>2010-01-26T10:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:55:14.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot girls,see amanda ain't sexist</title><content type='html'>I realized I've never had a 'hot girl list' on this blog before, so here goes. Oh and I'm not gay. Mangay beat me to that already.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S15WSaUy4CI/AAAAAAAACK8/kvq1k0kZ4Qs/s1600-h/400px-Denise_Richards_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S15WSaUy4CI/AAAAAAAACK8/kvq1k0kZ4Qs/s320/400px-Denise_Richards_2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430873074959573026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denise Richards guest star on Friends as Ross and Monica's cousin. Pure hotness. I love those blue dreamy eyes and hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S150brQlVKI/AAAAAAAACLE/jKWYZ5Rfd1Y/s1600-h/normal_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S150brQlVKI/AAAAAAAACLE/jKWYZ5Rfd1Y/s320/normal_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430906219472966818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle Rodriguez from Avatar! That buff girl who drove that jet/helicopter/whatever. It's the year 2154! God knows what kind of flying vehicle that is. Fit girls rock.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S15WHkGLQVI/AAAAAAAACKs/dWKJoZYuzOQ/s1600-h/380px-CamillaBelleJun09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S15WHkGLQVI/AAAAAAAACKs/dWKJoZYuzOQ/s320/380px-CamillaBelleJun09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430872888604049746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camilla Belle, awesomeness (: I prolly watched Push just for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S151WxZQzRI/AAAAAAAACLM/nQhZtxRVk-k/s1600-h/Lucy-Hale-1075695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S151WxZQzRI/AAAAAAAACLM/nQhZtxRVk-k/s320/Lucy-Hale-1075695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430907234732264722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy Hale! I'd rather not say where I've watched her from...it's not porn, it's just degrading. But! She made a comeback on Privileged and guest star on HIMYM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S15WCQLFAKI/AAAAAAAACKk/X2VW24omtAI/s1600-h/beading-on-sweater-emma-watson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S15WCQLFAKI/AAAAAAAACKk/X2VW24omtAI/s320/beading-on-sweater-emma-watson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430872797356556450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All time favorite, Emma Watsons. God, who can forget her? She has this timeless look. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe it's an Asian thing, but dark-haired beauties are so much hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-4392760953013179112?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4392760953013179112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=4392760953013179112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4392760953013179112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4392760953013179112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/hot-girlssee-amanda-aint-sexist.html' title='hot girls,see amanda ain&apos;t sexist'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S15WSaUy4CI/AAAAAAAACK8/kvq1k0kZ4Qs/s72-c/400px-Denise_Richards_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7800428652150768933</id><published>2010-01-23T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:36:31.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;WHO SAID SCHOOL CAN'T BE A PAIN IN THE ARSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 PROJECTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;APPROX. 4 MORE WEEKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOT INCLUSIVE OF EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7800428652150768933?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7800428652150768933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7800428652150768933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7800428652150768933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7800428652150768933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-said-school-cant-be-pain-in-arse.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8052110708774049561</id><published>2010-01-19T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:30:59.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just felt the worst sensation this morning. Drinking fish soup to warm my near lifeless body should be the most basic thing life could give me without any accident. But no, I had to have chilli padi burning my ears. Okay, almost literally.. That hurt alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8052110708774049561?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8052110708774049561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8052110708774049561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8052110708774049561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8052110708774049561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-felt-worst-sensation-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2758001892438130964</id><published>2010-01-14T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:20:48.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Faces of Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S08SOdCI_GI/AAAAAAAACKM/lFWYAhM6tew/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100112_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S08SOdCI_GI/AAAAAAAACKM/lFWYAhM6tew/s320/Snapshot_20100112_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426576115525811298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda starved, shagged, not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S08SKrZPA5I/AAAAAAAACKE/uVzhqAQsQV8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S08SKrZPA5I/AAAAAAAACKE/uVzhqAQsQV8/s320/Snapshot_20100114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426576050661294994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda goofing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S08SGsqsddI/AAAAAAAACJ8/jGKw4uwHJnI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100114_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S08SGsqsddI/AAAAAAAACJ8/jGKw4uwHJnI/s320/Snapshot_20100114_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426575982283486674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda will scratch out your eyeballs and kick your jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been having the worse dreams ever, not because they're scary or anything, but because they're messing with my head. Other than the obvious reason that dreams are mostly random, God decides play his sick little video in our heads, dreams, I find, are an extension of real-life or my thoughts. What I see in real-life, what I want to happen in real-life, what I think might happen in real-life. Mostly now, I dream of what I worry in real-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I even shouted something inaudible while dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;I can remember my dreams sometimes, that's even worse. My head's being messed over what's happened and what REALLY happened. Gives me a sinking feeling that deja vu will come knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my dream catchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hit me with a real good one tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2758001892438130964?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2758001892438130964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2758001892438130964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2758001892438130964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2758001892438130964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/amanda-101.html' title='Amanda 101'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S08SOdCI_GI/AAAAAAAACKM/lFWYAhM6tew/s72-c/Snapshot_20100112_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-9004950056476489900</id><published>2010-01-10T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:41:18.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekly pick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Okay this one for you dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For no reason, there should be something to perk your day, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Not just today, but I wish I could be the reason to perk up your every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Like how unwittingly you do, just by posting images on your blog. They're little drops of heaven, just reminds me you think about me, and sometimes, having a bad day ain't so bad anymore. Even when you're the cause of the bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Okay fine fine, just the good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I hope my literacy goodness didn't fail me this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love it when you get jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love it when you hate to put down the phone (or is that me? yeh..preety sure that's me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love the rare occasions you make a good joke. (face it, it's not that good all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Okay I shall stop bumming you out. You're the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I do not want that in the place we discussed on msn but couldn't say what here. You want that. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Okayokay, still the best. *biggestgrinever*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-9004950056476489900?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/9004950056476489900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=9004950056476489900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/9004950056476489900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/9004950056476489900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekly-pick.html' title='The weekly pick'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-699905280433389356</id><published>2010-01-10T22:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:47:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eventually, it's friends, always will be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ergh, project handups, a test and presentation all next week. Pfft, things are so unorganized and I don't have a good feeling about this. Even worse so when I'm usually laid back and last minute, but I do think I do a preety good job at the end. At least, I like to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S0nhFwMyGuI/AAAAAAAACJs/pWcWkKgzc3Y/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S0nhFwMyGuI/AAAAAAAACJs/pWcWkKgzc3Y/s320/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425114715098585826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But these guys just perk me up on my any day. Love'em. Best damn thing ever. Obviously naming them after an Avril Lavigne album does not do them justice. Okay brain slowing down, this will do for now. Just the best. Ahhhh, still in search for my Chandler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The best, guys. Like what perry said, people watch stuff, but everyone's still gonna come back and watch reruns of Friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna kiss them in my head, yeah cos they deserve that kind of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-699905280433389356?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/699905280433389356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=699905280433389356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/699905280433389356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/699905280433389356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/ergh-project-handups-test-and.html' title='eventually, it&apos;s friends, always will be.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/S0nhFwMyGuI/AAAAAAAACJs/pWcWkKgzc3Y/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-1743626306066334364</id><published>2010-01-03T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:40:58.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I almost lost myself over to the dark side just now. Man, was that scary. And by dark side, I meant tumblr. Goodness, bloggy, ditcha ever think I would ditch ya like that? That would be so unsentimental of me, 'sides, who stuck thru thick and thin with me for years? You, that's who. Not some other buggers who are insistent for me to change. You, so unwavering, so non-judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sides, sorry but what says blogging better than blogger.com? Tumblr totally defeats the purpose of blogging when you can be so lazy and just post a picture. Who needs so many navigational bars to just, well, BLOG!? So redundant. I know I'll eat my words one day when  I finally switch but for now, I shall flame my lotus here. Thinks it takes more than just seconds to say goodbye to dramadem0n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just take a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the whole damn world, omg, shut your trap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-1743626306066334364?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1743626306066334364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=1743626306066334364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1743626306066334364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1743626306066334364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/never.html' title='NEVER'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2390753183826527319</id><published>2010-01-01T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:00:08.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the first day of the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's normal. I got up, had breakfast with the family, cleaned my shelves and booted up the laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We make the new year sound like a new wishing well, a novelty, only because it happens every 365 days. Like you could really change your perspectives, forget the bad, bring in the good, have the bestest time of the year. I'm realistic and a pessimist sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh look older, Amanda. And I don't care what you say Mangoos, I'm so switching blogs. Maybe tumblr eh? I so see a boy smiling. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Till then. 2009 had been preety splat, like that. Tho I should be really grateful that nothing untoward has happened, it's kinda smooth sailing, not like I can't do with more drama. I'm such a sucker for mishaps, colors my life. Make Amanda's life more happening, be more spontaneous, do more stuff, learn more stuff. That sounded like last year. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2390753183826527319?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2390753183826527319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2390753183826527319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2390753183826527319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2390753183826527319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-first-day-of-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8764986909765334239</id><published>2009-12-30T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:25:33.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali</title><content type='html'>So I guess after a trip I'm supposed to blog about how awesome the journey was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay. It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get good eyecandies coming from every direction, some just makes you wanna swell and beg them for a picture but they just look so intimidating. Plus, they always have some girl around their arms and booze on the other. Either way, you don't want to get hit by any. One really cutesy boy knocked me one day when I was shopping and he turned to say sorry. Oh how cute! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, unless you're there for sex/drinking/clubbing/surfing/volunteer-work, I wouldn't really recommend it. There are pubs EVERYWHERE, and for a majorly Muslim populated country, they sell beer in stores. So, that just really tells you something. Oh and please never travel by foot there, the sun can kill, the little windy roads with no pavements makes you worry for your life because apparently, vehicles go fast. Go motorbike. They look so cool! Girls my age are riding em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and get some protection from a male buff bodyguard. Go hire one, I'm not sponsoring. The male locals can get pretty looky and talky. Makes you feel like covering yourself from head to toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeappo. Oh yes, I forgot. We were denied our flight from KLM Dutch airline in Singapore, because apparently they knowingly overbooked the flight. Passengers &gt; seats. What kind of business tactic is this!? Along with 7 others, we were transferred flight to Garuda Indonesian airline. I'm so gonna get compensation because on our return flight on KLM, OMG IT'S LIKE SIA FLIGHT! WTH! Got screen to watch movie, GOT DUTCH. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DUTCH&lt;/span&gt; HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT MALE CABIN CREW. Ahhhhh and he's in a uniform! He's the best hottie throughout the trip. I wanted a picture, if not for my very drugged look after the flight. C'mon! It's midnight! So yeah... And we got nice food. Nice legspace. Walaoeh. Next time book KLM, just check in a day earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8764986909765334239?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8764986909765334239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8764986909765334239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8764986909765334239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8764986909765334239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/12/bali.html' title='Bali'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2463474634685271924</id><published>2009-12-23T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:43:02.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes what the heart wants, is not what the heart can get. Also, just sometimes, it is a dead end twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leavin. Be back on Sunday, the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas everyone. Spread the joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2463474634685271924?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2463474634685271924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2463474634685271924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2463474634685271924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2463474634685271924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-what-heart-wants-is-not-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3732649087116497724</id><published>2009-12-21T23:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:21:24.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scabby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Arsonists but we didn't set fire to any flowers. Lotus or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sy-cg7UrFBI/AAAAAAAACJU/g3jP3lz7a7c/s1600-h/DSC04718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sy-cg7UrFBI/AAAAAAAACJU/g3jP3lz7a7c/s320/DSC04718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417720966244144146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sy-aohcVNSI/AAAAAAAACI0/TK1fdnd1BJg/s1600-h/DSC04755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sy-aohcVNSI/AAAAAAAACI0/TK1fdnd1BJg/s320/DSC04755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417718897712641314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sy-aJEX9LKI/AAAAAAAACIs/tOhgNyzrAOE/s1600-h/DSC04768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sy-aJEX9LKI/AAAAAAAACIs/tOhgNyzrAOE/s320/DSC04768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417718357333716130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sy-Zu09JQ4I/AAAAAAAACIk/Crmo8pPRQ00/s1600-h/DSC04780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sy-Zu09JQ4I/AAAAAAAACIk/Crmo8pPRQ00/s320/DSC04780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417717906518131586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have to, thought the sun did a good job lighting up the place. Gushingly beautiful when every colour had a tinted orange tint in the evening. There was a wedding photoshoot going on. And waddya know? No rain! Just alot of tourists and dogs and DSLRs. Made me so self conscious with my Sony. Particularly more so since I've cut my hair and my FB is ringing with rage and whenever I look into the mirror, I feel sad. Go away weirdness! Don't worry about hair Amanda! It always comes back..although not always fast, but it always does. Yeap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kercha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3732649087116497724?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3732649087116497724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3732649087116497724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3732649087116497724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3732649087116497724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/12/scabby.html' title='Scabby'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sy-cg7UrFBI/AAAAAAAACJU/g3jP3lz7a7c/s72-c/DSC04718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-6631102402928682866</id><published>2009-12-18T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:52:47.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What is going on here?"&lt;br /&gt;"And with Chandler in the next room, what are you, sick?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Joey"&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, I'm disgusting"&lt;br /&gt;"I make low-budget adult films"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Season 5, Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Totally cracked me up today, love Joey and Chandler. They are the best, ever.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find Season 5 disc one though, really wanted to know what happened to Ross's wedding. Tsk. Some help here rubs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, I shouldn't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-6631102402928682866?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6631102402928682866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=6631102402928682866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6631102402928682866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6631102402928682866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3427716821962417591</id><published>2009-12-17T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:50:15.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruben's ultimate test of love: Catching lizards. (Can you tame my lizard?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3427716821962417591?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3427716821962417591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3427716821962417591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3427716821962417591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3427716821962417591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/12/rubens-ultimate-test-of-love-catching.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5791065360819030917</id><published>2009-12-14T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:28:46.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SyUVzbE10oI/AAAAAAAACIc/GNyr5T9l_0Q/s1600-h/himym2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SyUVzbE10oI/AAAAAAAACIc/GNyr5T9l_0Q/s400/himym2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414758100168462978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SyUVkN-6DKI/AAAAAAAACIU/e5ycOf7RGYk/s1600-h/himym2.png"&gt;Well, I think I just thought of one disadvantage of living in SEA. That, and also not being a legal adult. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5791065360819030917?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5791065360819030917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5791065360819030917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5791065360819030917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5791065360819030917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SyUVzbE10oI/AAAAAAAACIc/GNyr5T9l_0Q/s72-c/himym2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8559312647302639722</id><published>2009-12-13T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:15:58.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kazaam</title><content type='html'>Hellooooo world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can officially say my lappa problem may be solved since I'm blogging away on my Windows 7! Ha! Okay it's just LG but, it has a nice 3GB RAM, T6600 2.20GHz processor which I'm quite satisfied. (: I'll be lugging two laptops to SP on Tuesday to get the Microsoft Office wired up. All for freeeeeeeeee. (Yeppo, Compaq has been fixed at funan.) Awesome to be a poly student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh finally the holidays. It is godsend. What's bleh is working on WP, I know I suck on softwares. It's been extremely magnified this sem I feel like crap. Pfft ): I WILL SURVIVE! And no thanks to that teeny catastrophe that took place in my hard disk. What? Tsunami isit? Totally lost everything. Gaah. Thank god I saved my photoshop work, (aka my blood and sweat) on thumbdrive. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangay! Let's quickly plan caroling before I fly off! Yipppeee! Time ta shoppa and tanna. Swimmy tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8559312647302639722?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8559312647302639722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8559312647302639722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8559312647302639722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8559312647302639722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/12/kazaam.html' title='Kazaam'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-4254593888981855914</id><published>2009-12-06T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:49:00.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK! LAPTOP CRASHED! @%((u#%jgf(@&amp;amp;%#%(*#%RHUTR3*&amp;amp;()!#!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT MY WORK FILES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SO NOT TAKE JUST A SYSTEM RECOVERY FOR AN ANSWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A NEW LAPTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRONTO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-4254593888981855914?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4254593888981855914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=4254593888981855914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4254593888981855914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4254593888981855914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-laptop-crashed-ujgf-damnit-my-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2960101467727321877</id><published>2009-12-04T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:07:53.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the perfect friday?</title><content type='html'>Blimey, it's been a hellota day. From having lunch with a indecisive and tempremental boy to rushing to bugis for Nawi's filming project to cabbing back down to AMK to catch New Moon with Thivya Nadia and Faizah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it's been ages since I saw the girls PROPERLY. What could be a better way to spend friday night eating out and catching up? Just like that, no boys. Haha. I have this weird sudden realization that I've been pretty self-absorbed into...whatever y'know. I don't feel like I've been balancing friends, people, lovelies the right way. Social life taken a tone down, lots? I don't know the exact words to explain how I feel. Many thoughts for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but New Moon was alright. Much better than Twilight, maybe due to the change in directors. And boy, lots of ripping out of shirts much? Lacking in action/fighting tho...thought that was way more interesting than reeeaaallyy sslooooowwwww talk. Fine, I'll agree Jacob's a nice name tv. DON'T PULL ME IN INTO THE DISNEY CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;I'M HARRY POTTER ALL THE WAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and waddya guys think about switching my blog url to flaminglotus.blogspot.com? Yes, my classmates think I'm really anti-guanyin, burning her flower. Well, didn't think about it that way but yeah! that'll be cool now. Blog needs a facelift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggahh, feeling a migraine now. Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2960101467727321877?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2960101467727321877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2960101467727321877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2960101467727321877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2960101467727321877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-perfect-friday.html' title='Just the perfect friday?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-6851961617340752136</id><published>2009-11-26T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:09:14.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beastomania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sw6gkSJLmII/AAAAAAAACIE/lg2w0XDIo1M/s1600/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sw6gkSJLmII/AAAAAAAACIE/lg2w0XDIo1M/s320/DSC00199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408436747724626050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught Beauty and the Beast musical with JK and the twins. Clearly he has learnt a thing or two. Oh but it was good. Annual pantomine directed by Hossan Leong. Okay like I haven't said it enough that I'm in love with him. Chua Enlai danced in heels! Well, that's it. If he can, so can I. Ha! And Perry might just offer me a Jiak Liu Lian ticket. Hehehe, ain't it my lucky day if it's so on? Imma happy camper, so many shows this year. (: Too bad for him tho..he's gonna work doubly hard as a translator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND CHRISTMAS! I so wanna bask in the festive mood right now and that's all I can think about in school. How torturing. I see the preeety lights everywhere, the sales in town are screaming at me, how I'm so itching to abandon school to kick off my shoes and be in my happy place. Happy place is just anywhere right now with the right people. We could be sitting half naked in Narnia for all I care. Okay now that's just disturbing. Just bring along good food, a comfy place, DVDs, get geared up for some talk and we'll get along. Pfft, just a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cos all I want for Christmas is You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-6851961617340752136?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6851961617340752136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=6851961617340752136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6851961617340752136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6851961617340752136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/11/beastomania.html' title='Beastomania'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sw6gkSJLmII/AAAAAAAACIE/lg2w0XDIo1M/s72-c/DSC00199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-6095748120389604844</id><published>2009-11-23T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:01:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Psychic Powers</title><content type='html'>Amanda says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDNT YOU RESPOND TO ALL MY PSYCHIC CALLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Ma5ngay says:&lt;br /&gt;...do i look like voldermort?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU HAVE THE DARK MARK!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;COULD THE MARK BE FAULTY?!&lt;br /&gt;Ma5ngay says:&lt;br /&gt;reception bad, you using singetel or M1?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda says:&lt;br /&gt;NEITHER. I CALL IN VOLDEMORT'S NAME!&lt;br /&gt;Ma5ngay says:&lt;br /&gt;that's even worse, no network coverage&lt;br /&gt;Amanda says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh.. damn&lt;br /&gt;Ma5ngay says:&lt;br /&gt;singtel got higher&lt;br /&gt;should change ur plan&lt;br /&gt;Amanda says:&lt;br /&gt;alright. fine. gonna consult voldemort...maybe we gonna remodify the mark.&lt;br /&gt;stamp it on the forehead for better reception or sth..&lt;br /&gt;Ma5ngay says:&lt;br /&gt;must angle ur wand to get signal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-6095748120389604844?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6095748120389604844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=6095748120389604844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6095748120389604844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6095748120389604844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-psychic-powers.html' title='My Psychic Powers'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-788661646335914300</id><published>2009-11-21T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:00:25.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekends are here, so is the work. ):&lt;br /&gt;Next three weeks are gonna be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hellllllllllllll.&lt;/span&gt; I like last sem better.&lt;br /&gt;Production's over, I'm gonna miss it somehow. Being Scabies has been a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamweaver ain't weaving any dreams for me. It's a goddamned nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Painted faces fill the places I can't reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-788661646335914300?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/788661646335914300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=788661646335914300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/788661646335914300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/788661646335914300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekends-are-here-so-is-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-1840329061167065415</id><published>2009-11-17T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:27:06.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the unfortunate souls who are gonna catch me and Mangs on Thursday night @ SP, it's inevitable but YOU WILL GET LOST. Cos we do...yes, till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, an awesome piece of advice. (No, a few.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Show starts at 7pm, come early. It's a full house and more, so go grab the best seats yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Give yourselves 30mins to walk (excluding getting lost time). Yeah it's pretty far from the MRT. And just so you know, the actual venue is T642 (That stands of Building 6, 4th floor, 2nd room). It's near Moberly. That's our Student Hub thingy with awesome wii, pool, guitar hero and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ask everyone and anyone and anything for direction! Just make sure they're HUMAN. Not creatures that levitate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, me and Mangay wish you all the best in your journey within SP. We hope it is not as nerve-wrecking as we hoped. And good luck with your night experience too. I won't deny I've freaked out countless times in toliets/corridors/lifts at night. I've gotten lost in the night too! How fucking creepy is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-1840329061167065415?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1840329061167065415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=1840329061167065415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1840329061167065415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1840329061167065415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-unfortunate-souls-who-are-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2796073568219424065</id><published>2009-11-14T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:42:04.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate this feeling, dreadful to think if the passion for what you're doing is slipping away. Tsk. I don't exactly feel happy or excited doing the modules...should I be? Three years might be all it takes to get bored at what you're studying. Gosh, nonono Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Theatre is fun but draining. I can get back as late as 11pm in consecutive days. I'm friggin tired. There's a practise run tomorrow too, yes, Sunday, my Sabbath day. Religion has its perks to delay you. Oh gosh but I gotta admit, this is definitely in no comparision, budget ttm compared to Bowen's. No makeup, No stage, almost No costumes. (Unless you really consider organza and a small blackbox. Performance Lab is so much better can.) So question my sanity and motives of staying on. Well, I reckon I prolly won't keep to finding another CCA. 'Sides, there are some really fun people (not as crazyshit as you guys, course!) and I guess, no harm widening my social circle. Believe me when I say I LOVE BOWEN DRAMA. Loyalty runs deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Love is giving sunflowers for no good reason/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;just to make me smile/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;just to make my day/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;to let me know you still remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2796073568219424065?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2796073568219424065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2796073568219424065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2796073568219424065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2796073568219424065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-this-feeling-dreadful-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7177703472475775633</id><published>2009-11-08T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:11:29.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA loves us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SvZgDaNtM6I/AAAAAAAACH8/0rhNrrvyiCs/s1600-h/DSC04381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401610414770172834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SvZgDaNtM6I/AAAAAAAACH8/0rhNrrvyiCs/s320/DSC04381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In our free time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your fingertips across my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You sang me Spanish lullabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Clever trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7177703472475775633?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7177703472475775633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7177703472475775633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7177703472475775633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7177703472475775633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/11/ikea-loves-us.html' title='IKEA loves us'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SvZgDaNtM6I/AAAAAAAACH8/0rhNrrvyiCs/s72-c/DSC04381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7261157251436345206</id><published>2009-11-01T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:53:45.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When Mommy wins an award, well, I get some perks too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Su2mqLxOXHI/AAAAAAAACH0/Mj1eoEVFlk4/s1600-h/DSC04230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399154771931061362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Su2mqLxOXHI/AAAAAAAACH0/Mj1eoEVFlk4/s320/DSC04230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399152918792442146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Su2k-USjESI/AAAAAAAACHc/INBi-Kg11Nc/s320/DSC04238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mean to brag but, THE PRESIDENT REQUESTS THE PLEASURE OF THE COMPANY OF ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399153524170869794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Su2lhjgAzCI/AAAAAAAACHk/lcj87rFHInE/s320/DSC04242.JPG" /&gt;My first suit-and-tie event at NUS. It's an Investiture of the National Day Awards. President, ministers, big shots and an underaged and underdressed me. Mummy got to shake hands with the president while I was clapping non-stop for what seems, infinity. Gosh, I'll be prepared for future ceremonies, gonna get a LBD and a nice pair of heels (: And shockingly till now, I've absolutely no clue what my mother actually does. Maybe she's a spy yeh? Then I can be spykids! Hahahaa. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I met Ms. Gamar too, she's an award recipient for volunteer work. Man, she's the best media writing teacher eveerrrrr. Pity we didn't get her again this sem ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk about security, half the army was prolly employed to be stationed at parking lots, routes to the venue, the reception itself. I feel like I was going to be arrested anytime with the number of army personel everywhere I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagged. Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7261157251436345206?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7261157251436345206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7261157251436345206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7261157251436345206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7261157251436345206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-mommy-wins-award-well-i-get-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Su2mqLxOXHI/AAAAAAAACH0/Mj1eoEVFlk4/s72-c/DSC04230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7251537951502286193</id><published>2009-10-20T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:32:56.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;ANDREA:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"PEEENIS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Small person, big voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, gosh. I'm right down the middle of wanting school to pass by real quickly or simply dreading it and taking it a day at a time. See, the projects are gonna be real killers once I get the briefs PLUS they're not exactly my niche areas..so it sucks. Econs, Web Design, Digital Video Production? I'm praying I'll make it through not just unscathered but a teeeeny weeny bit victorious. Scary. Pretty much programming this sem. Dreamweaver, Flash, Final Cut Pro. No running away from techy-samy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guitar hero-ed. What a day.  I want kill some zombies again, ANDREA?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7251537951502286193?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7251537951502286193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7251537951502286193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7251537951502286193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7251537951502286193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/10/andrea-peeenis-small-person-big-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-1186075362370931486</id><published>2009-10-18T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:51:48.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high and you don't even know yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high and you don't even know yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun's in the sky, its warming up your bare legs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't deny your looking for the sunset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high and you don't even know yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high and you don't even know yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the search for the time before it leaves without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you lost your mind or has she taken all of yours too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whats this about? I figured love would shine through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've lost romance this world has turned so see through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open your mind, believe it's going to come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep romance alive and hope she's going to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high and you don't even know yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high and you don't even know yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun's in the sky, it makes for happy endings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't deny you want a happy ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whats this about? I figured love would shine through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've lost romance this world has turned so see through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open your mind, believe it's going to come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep romance alive and hope she's going to tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whats this about? I figured love would shine through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've lost romance this world has turned so see through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open your mind, believe it's going to come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep romance alive and hope she's going to tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whats this about? I figured love would shine through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've lost romance this world has turned so see through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open your mind, believe it's going to come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep romance alive and hope she's going to tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whats this about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I figured love would shine through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've lost romance this world has turned so see through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open your mind, believe it's going to come to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep romance alive and hope she's going to tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's got you high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Sometimes you're just the bastard you are and touch my conscience for saying that, I will not. You irk me because of your arrogance. We are not little pawns off your epic chess board to conquer so suck it. Any respect for you has just gone down the drain. You aren't that mighty yourself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-1186075362370931486?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1186075362370931486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=1186075362370931486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1186075362370931486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1186075362370931486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/10/shes-got-you-high-and-you-dont-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3076010185512388307</id><published>2009-10-11T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:22:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rocket shot for 40km. I ain't do no triathlon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/StGyIhYFUHI/AAAAAAAACHE/w7qNo7OM08A/s1600-h/DSC04097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391286088407273586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/StGyIhYFUHI/AAAAAAAACHE/w7qNo7OM08A/s320/DSC04097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will still never ever forgive Perry and Andrea for that crazy over-spontaneous race to Changi Village and back to East Coast. My legs will never forgive you after the intense pain last night. IT WAS FRIGGIN OWWW. Thank you Dawn for &lt;strong&gt;SLOWING DOWN&lt;/strong&gt; to cycle at my pace. Some people ah, Superwoman. Then when cycling back, so slow, need to pee. There is a reason why I don't do sports you know. 40 km...without a stretch. I think everything in my legs just pulled. Pffft. Need to rest those feet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I made it back home either.. and then OUT immediately for some dinner. Which totally reminds me, the lethal combination to kill a woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Warning: Extremely lethal. Do not attempt assassination unless woman is a bitch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get woman to cycle friggin 40km in the sun resulting in sun burns and leg burns. Throw tired woman with wet hair and sunburned face outta the house in a VERY mismatched outfit, run for trains, take public transport with a million people, run again to some dinner place. AND THEN, stay for less than an hour and make her run again to nlb for a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah damn, you'll get hot and bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/StGw0QOGdUI/AAAAAAAACG8/UPt_AguHAy0/s1600-h/DSC04121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391284640692991298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/StGw0QOGdUI/AAAAAAAACG8/UPt_AguHAy0/s320/DSC04121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankfully I survived and am in a way more calmer mood now. The Hossan Leong Show was good! Mangs and I got autographs and a photo :D We should go for more plays. Thank you for making sure my knees didn't give way on the way back. Ha! Wanna go watch Jiak Liu Lian and get lost in Hokkien?! Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3076010185512388307?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3076010185512388307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3076010185512388307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3076010185512388307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3076010185512388307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/10/rocket-shot-for-40km-i-aint-do-no.html' title='A rocket shot for 40km. I ain&apos;t do no triathlon.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/StGyIhYFUHI/AAAAAAAACHE/w7qNo7OM08A/s72-c/DSC04097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-1290490886990916130</id><published>2009-10-08T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:29:54.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas in Pajamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Ss3l80sOqhI/AAAAAAAACG0/LgvvzR8P-qc/s1600-h/DSC04068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390217162131417618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Ss3l80sOqhI/AAAAAAAACG0/LgvvzR8P-qc/s320/DSC04068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ooo, sweetpea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn it, I just NEVER remember to bring my camera. Esp when bloody mely was drawing blood at the polyclinic, messing around with hair products and makeup at watsons, toy fishing at toysRus &amp;amp; paying the disabled a visit. Nevermind, there's still the BBQ! Hopefully. Wheeeeeee (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-1290490886990916130?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1290490886990916130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=1290490886990916130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1290490886990916130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1290490886990916130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/10/bananas-in-pajamas.html' title='Bananas in Pajamas'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Ss3l80sOqhI/AAAAAAAACG0/LgvvzR8P-qc/s72-c/DSC04068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8494205020191058542</id><published>2009-10-08T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:02:56.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormones over-charged</title><content type='html'>God knows why I'm feeling the way I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect day, haircut, two munchkins. I should feel absolutely, I dunno, at ease/smiley/pumped? Well I'm shagged, that's definitely for sure but here comes the can-do-without emptyness  and there's-sth-missing feelings you never knew why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna figure it out. Bah. Just go away. I need a retreat. I should go sort out the messed thoughts in my head. Straighten them out. So contridicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. The nightmares will always go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8494205020191058542?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8494205020191058542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8494205020191058542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8494205020191058542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8494205020191058542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/10/hormones-over-charged.html' title='Hormones over-charged'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7683775969442342268</id><published>2009-10-02T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:45:52.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Banyan trees</title><content type='html'>Before I crash, Man day was funn(: Finally! We got to ride bikes at east coast. I've been begging since the beginning of time and yesss, we did just that early in the morn! Ahhhh, the sea breeze was niceeeee. No likey what the reclaim land has done tho. Water all murky. Oooo, but I've gone further then ever today. Maybe one day when we're crazy and energized enough we should really cycle to Changi Village...and no way in hell cycle back. We found out Ang Moh people like to cycle and jog in weirddd attire. So much to just get out and exercise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so pink. And Mangs's so...dark. Ha! And you screamed like hell at dead cockroaches under void decks. Uhhuh, I have underestimated you, puny. And then HIMYM-ed at my place. Wheeeeee. Barney is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like I said Mangay, if the world is gonna end in friggin 2012. Please. I'm gonna do crazey stuff in the next 3 years left. I DON'T WANNA DIE A VIRGIN. Eh don't look at me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks left.&lt;br /&gt;Shit ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7683775969442342268?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7683775969442342268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7683775969442342268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7683775969442342268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7683775969442342268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/10/under-banyan-trees.html' title='Under the Banyan trees'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5308864485776473943</id><published>2009-09-27T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:20:56.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long way to satisfaction</title><content type='html'>My sisters are studying so hard, my desk looks like an avalanche of overflowing notes and get this- they're just sec 2. I'm balancing my laptop on paper debris as I speak. God knows what's in their head to make them hold the pen. Sec 2 were drama days, gosh, the childhood they're missing. But I gotta admit, the stuff that's in their books were far deadly than mine. Well, ambition is good.. Just wait till they hit bottom. That gotta wipe the smiles off their faces. It ain't fair I was some nut experiment went wrong...just waiting for another to join me. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, not as if you were never mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share Mangay's exact sentiments. In a span of 4 weeks of nothingness as a 17 year old Singaporean, you eventually...and quite resentfully realize that there's absolutely nothing left to do (legally) on this island. No wonder people just get it on so much these days. Tsk. At least &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took to reading Time again! And lots of other books. Ha! Major improvement! Now I gotta get more readings/explanations from Channel JK / M else I'm gonna distort the whole world again..as if it could get any messier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling, pranking, ice-skating, pinic-ing, kiteing, swimming, shooppppingggg, reading, stalking, movieing, desserting, just hanging. All in no absolute order. Still quite undone. And noooo, shopping's the must here. No way in hell am I going back to school without some new stuff. I got da faded shortsssss!&lt;br /&gt;Chalet's commminnngggggg. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's do the sane stuff my way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5308864485776473943?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5308864485776473943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5308864485776473943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5308864485776473943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5308864485776473943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-way-to-satisfaction.html' title='long way to satisfaction'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8507986670779615075</id><published>2009-09-16T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:07:35.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?AR!@$#^%EDFGFD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M EFFING &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BORED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUTTA MY MINDDDDDD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I've done everything possible in my home to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've played chess with Amelia tho that sucked cos it took practically 5 mins/move and my brains hurt. In the end, we decided to watch TV. I reckon I win tho..I ate the most pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read a freaky book and that I should never have done because wow, scared stiff and not being able to sleep isn't exactly what I was gunning for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already fallen sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew kites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just want to open up some happiness damnit! Damn. Nobody wants to take me on a holiday? ): I feel like going to HK again. I wanna eat their damn good foood! I can just dream about their egg tarts, dim sum, noodles! and porridge. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH. Shiok. The best I can hope for now without my passport is to what, swim over Malaysian waters? Mangs, wanna join me? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8507986670779615075?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8507986670779615075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8507986670779615075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8507986670779615075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8507986670779615075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/09/aredfgfd.html' title='?AR!@$#^%EDFGFD'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2172123683655504122</id><published>2009-09-08T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:29:01.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SqZlnFs0A7I/AAAAAAAACGs/Ow9c85ur0nk/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379098527160075186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SqZlnFs0A7I/AAAAAAAACGs/Ow9c85ur0nk/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aren't I marvellous? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was fun. Happy birthday. Don't say I didn't blog about it. You weren't specific in your instructions. My present was sweet, obviously. I put so much thought into it. Meeting your granddad was nice, righto mangs? Shocks are always fun on your birthday. Esp those that jolt you awake in the morn..or wonder if there're hidden you-know-whats planted in your house. Awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooo, second day of drama ended. Phew, tiring. And those poor things...suffer under the poor leadership of you-know-who. It's gonna be a looooong and urrghhhhh ride for them. Rebellion isn't necessarily bad you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hee, and thank goodness moi daddy didn't throw a temper when he found out I lost the country club card. YES! Tho I'm never telling the true story. And he's been acting weird lately..something going on about 'what if I'm old one day...' yada yada. Tell ya what, get a grip on Ben and make him your money machine/ultimate filial son in the future. Problem solved. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2172123683655504122?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2172123683655504122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2172123683655504122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2172123683655504122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2172123683655504122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/09/blobs.html' title='Blobs'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SqZlnFs0A7I/AAAAAAAACGs/Ow9c85ur0nk/s72-c/DSC00093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3433396451098627278</id><published>2009-09-05T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:13:37.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>I'm cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easiest way to put it. I never lose anything so pardon me for kicking a racket over the slightest things but arrrrghhhhhhh, I don't have to start now! There g0oes my wallet, and alright it came back. Then I lose the country club card and my ezlink and another one. Hello?! Since I managed to cheat the system for like almost a year now, it doesn't have to stop. Suckiest thing ever. Don't laugh! I know what you're thinking! Pfffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I adopt the Spongebob pouch thingy like Nad. Lose one, I lose all now. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappiest start to the holidays. Don't mind the long face now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3433396451098627278?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3433396451098627278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3433396451098627278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3433396451098627278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3433396451098627278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-luck.html' title='Bad Luck'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8033419893066698966</id><published>2009-09-03T15:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:12:21.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>Mangay &amp;amp; Amanda Attack Ion Orchard with Vengeance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377139269227749714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sp9vrRIfoVI/AAAAAAAACGk/3AzBpsn4krs/s320/DSC03944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that awesome $69 topshop shirt!;) any, eh..sponsers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377138585655411298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sp9vDeoJgmI/AAAAAAAACGc/Rs_aJETLNVg/s320/DSC03961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377136793008199506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sp9tbIfv11I/AAAAAAAACF0/0dYxKCf-ylE/s320/DSC03951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! we found that huggeeeeee emma watson's poster at Burberry. It was shared with two dudes tho, dang. Let down eh, guys? Apparently every guy has been there to admire the wall..so we thought we might try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377136979214981458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sp9tl-K52VI/AAAAAAAACF8/WtOICIRi4Zk/s320/DSC03952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both too short, cannot reach her face. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377137201164565842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sp9ty4_zvVI/AAAAAAAACGE/AGZHw7Vyxm4/s320/DSC03953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377137642645933378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sp9uMlpKzUI/AAAAAAAACGM/lHDohRNN9Bc/s320/DSC03955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377138039476480946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sp9ujr88a7I/AAAAAAAACGU/XStKdFYOds8/s320/DSC03956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377136460743594738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sp9tHytsUvI/AAAAAAAACFs/cnE1bMuepjM/s320/DSC03950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cuckoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We tried hunting the rich occupants too...FAILED. We couldn't even find the magical narnia lift/doors to the upper apartments. Needa take more tours around Singapore eh, mangs? Next week, geylang with the girls! (: I'm job hunting too, well, sorta. I'm pretty fussy about it. Tell me if anything good comes up yea? Just the first week and I'm restless already. How, oh how , am I gonna survive?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8033419893066698966?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8033419893066698966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8033419893066698966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8033419893066698966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8033419893066698966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sp9vrRIfoVI/AAAAAAAACGk/3AzBpsn4krs/s72-c/DSC03944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7038230860235910134</id><published>2009-09-01T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:06:09.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zlich</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376453100107664770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Spz_m993DYI/AAAAAAAACFU/FQNe2yaRMqs/s320/DSC03941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Blegh that this was the only photo taken when I went back to Bowen. Oh but how I love Mr Tan. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee (: Too bad the teachers I like never getta teach me. I mean, oh please, I'll blow their minds, I'm the best &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;student.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not a lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place brings back so fond memories. I practically don't feel any bitterness at all in Bowen despite tough times. They feel surreal. Only the good stuff remains, and even those feel surreal too. Amazing how time flies past in a blur and we've graduated and I feel ancient. Before I know it, i'd be out of poly. Scary. The future feels like a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; hole, with no lifebuoy. I'd rather be in safe and secure arms forever. Tho I look forward to future me. Well, yeah, since I recognize that the transition from a place to the next, we somehow take something new with us, leave something old behind, get a little stirred, gain a new perspective and in the end it moulds and redefines our character. My mom always says, it's easiest being a student. I believe that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;OH, HOW COULD I NOT SHARE THE GOOD NEWS? MY SIX ROTAWAYWEEKS HAVE STARTED! AND HERE'S SOMETHING TO GET IN THE MOOOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376453434365113746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Spz_6bLC9ZI/AAAAAAAACFc/wGfsOWRfKkg/s320/DSC03402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TADA! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dont hit me thivya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll show yall the very badly done Ruffles ad when I'm ready. I can't receive any more critique. I'll burst and get very scarred and never wanna design ever again. Well, can't thank the spontaneous two enough so their photos are here to claim credit! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and do get me during the holidays everyone! I know I haven't been doing a good job catching up, haven't been the most spontaneous friend to jump at a gathering...Yeahhh, I shall zap the lame excuses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And catch Coco before Chanel! Love it! Caught it today with Perry..realized we have only watched movies based on true stories together. Random. Welllll, they hold more meaning and substance than unreal dumb ones. Michael Moore has a new film! Capitalism! No kidding! Go watch it! Anyone has &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;lend me or something, aye?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7038230860235910134?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7038230860235910134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7038230860235910134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7038230860235910134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7038230860235910134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/09/zlich.html' title='Zlich'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Spz_m993DYI/AAAAAAAACFU/FQNe2yaRMqs/s72-c/DSC03941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-4166777373503768604</id><published>2009-08-30T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:16:20.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Had many thoughts on the simplest of things. Sounds weird coming from my mouth, I know. Just thought there had to be more to life than what we can easily see, hear, touch, smell and comprehend. Everybody chases the riches of life maybe till death, seeking gratification, power and pleasure. It's akin to chasing the wind. Then maybe at last you rest and think, yes... you've had a good education, had an average job,  found true love, went on the best holidays, did a service to your parents, didn't murder or kill anyone, maybe did something for charity, I'm good. Pretty superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's prolly a thousand more things I wanna say but, eh, save it for ...righto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and eh, there's no crazy reason why I locked the blog, not blowing mad or anything...hm, just wanted some privacy for personal thoughts sometimes, shall I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-4166777373503768604?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4166777373503768604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=4166777373503768604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4166777373503768604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4166777373503768604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-9079662131974733454</id><published>2009-08-24T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:01:54.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cluck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SpJtVVdp7nI/AAAAAAAACFM/uluY4CZlLa0/s1600-h/3781601022_a0035e02dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373477518712630898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SpJtVVdp7nI/AAAAAAAACFM/uluY4CZlLa0/s320/3781601022_a0035e02dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's supposed to be freakily scary if someone does this to your window at night. NOO, DON'T. I'm apparently super freaked out by little things these days. Gaah, bad dreams shooooo. I dreamt of a gun pointed at me this time okay! And yes, mangay, you were in it too! No..I don't think you died though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a gazillion years I'm blogggingggg. Being left at home to study has sucked the life outta me. ARRRRGGHHHH. MARKETING. I still haven't found out what are the &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; sources of information companies can rely on to help them make marketing decisions.&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;em&gt;even &lt;/em&gt;the marketing information system?!&lt;br /&gt;(b) Based on the above case, discuss how each of the following marketing environmental factors would affect Nike’s sales:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i) Nike’s internal company environment; and (3 marks)&lt;br /&gt;(ii) social and political situations. (3 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear they just pluck questions from the sky and make me solve them. Damnit. Do they mean internal company environment = microenvironment? CAN THEY JUST SAY IT DAMNIT?! And what social and political situations? So debate-y, me no likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for it to be over, wednesday. Then can watch movie with jing? :D I really need to put UP to the test cos apparently ladies of steel cry at pixelated animated characters. *laughs at gwy and mangay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I needa take more peekchass! Me haven't seen my face on this blog in a heck of a long time. Hmph. Aaaahhhh, and I'm craving for damn good food. Yessss, I'll eat geylang food with you nad. I'll even go to Narnia. Food marathon everyone! I'm craving for lor mee now.. How mel? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-9079662131974733454?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/9079662131974733454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=9079662131974733454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/9079662131974733454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/9079662131974733454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/hee-though-its-supposed-to-be-freakily.html' title='Cluck'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SpJtVVdp7nI/AAAAAAAACFM/uluY4CZlLa0/s72-c/3781601022_a0035e02dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7881191879024500227</id><published>2009-08-12T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:46:43.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank conversations with me</title><content type='html'>Perry: Russell sounds like a Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Really? *thinking we were talking about russell peters*&lt;br /&gt;Perry: Yeahh, I think he's ABC&lt;br /&gt;Me: Does that mean he was born in Chinaa...?&lt;br /&gt;Perry: Whhaa..?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: He's Indian you know!&lt;br /&gt;Perry: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Russell Peters..?&lt;br /&gt;Perry, Dawn, Alphonsus, Andrea: We were like talking about UP?!&lt;br /&gt;OHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, seceretly when yall were talking about the Alpha-dog I thought it was another make of car or something cos before that we were about the Bumblebee. Okay, I guess it isn't so secret anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the way home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What else did you do in sec school?&lt;br /&gt;Perry: Blog-hop&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking he said BLOCK-hop* Err... *processing information in brain..meanwhile thinking that maybe boys school boys were just different* from school to home..?&lt;br /&gt;Perry: huh?err, to other friends blogs..&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking I heard BLOCK again* Seriously...yoou block-hop?&lt;br /&gt;Perry: Whaa? I said BLOG-hop. Omg listen to what you're saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty dead thanks to the long trip but eh! I actually imagined a group of boys hopping from block to block...which is disturbing to me now. Weeiiird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7881191879024500227?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7881191879024500227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7881191879024500227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7881191879024500227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7881191879024500227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/blank-conversations-with-me.html' title='Blank conversations with me'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-988585079568047109</id><published>2009-08-10T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:34:06.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It sucks big time, when you have a supposed parental figure who shouts at you on a daily basis. Even I am speechless. And getting fucking pissed off by the minute that my intensely focused concentration on my work just got thwarted with a snap. Do you have any fucking idea how much it took me to sit down and study and I just had to be interrupted again and again with your effing bullshit. As if its a joy living with you or something. And I can't say or do anything. Apparently you're the boss of me. And I find your reasons so pathetic, it's plain ridiculous! I'd laugh if I wasn't in the situation. Get your mind right because I'm not someone to be vented on. Suppression doesn't last long either. Get that straight. I'm really not one who throws it online so, it must be a really big issue huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-988585079568047109?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/988585079568047109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=988585079568047109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/988585079568047109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/988585079568047109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-sucks-big-time-when-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2643239717034148056</id><published>2009-07-31T23:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:24:22.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Enemies</title><content type='html'>I have this sudden urge to greet the virtual world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So techy, ha. Well, the week has ended and there begins a new weekend of rushing projects and mugging. Okay before that, my feet hurt from the heels. Blisters, gaaaah, presentations. I seriously believe that heels were a man's invention. Which woman likes balancing her weight under some stick? So that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just movie-ed and dinner-ed with perry today. Caught public enemies and it was goood. The acting is superb cos Johnny Depp and Christian Bale managed to put on a Chicago accent and that's fab to me. I didn't know it was based on a true story too, so that's a bonus. Loved it! The plot was good, so no complaints. (; They're not like y'know, the karrbangboomsplaaaatbrrrrrgaaa and that's it with no better storyline you can come up with yourself and the director just throws in some hot girl to compensate all that. Well, this had lotsa gunfire too. And green notes. And men with that classic look- the Ford, overcoat, hat and their tommy guns. That's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364660064283374162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SnMZ58BVslI/AAAAAAAACE8/9B6yfd6Q2yI/s320/public_enemies_movie_image_johnny_depp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364660157584118994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SnMZ_Xl-FNI/AAAAAAAACFE/zlaOiSwwCIM/s320/public_enemies_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the look, anyone who pulls this off in this day and age is awesome. Don't try the coat in Singapore tho...that's just sucide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOUR HOT JOHNNY DEPP IN PLACE OF YOU. AWESOME? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me: But women are vulnerable! When it comes to sex, we're on the losing end. Hellooo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Perry: Any guy who decides to rape you has seriously made the biggest mistake of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohwells. Perry makes my day sometimes as much as I hate him. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2643239717034148056?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2643239717034148056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2643239717034148056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2643239717034148056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2643239717034148056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/public-enemies.html' title='Public Enemies'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SnMZ58BVslI/AAAAAAAACE8/9B6yfd6Q2yI/s72-c/public_enemies_movie_image_johnny_depp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-4730853080618179562</id><published>2009-07-26T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:47:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24/7 part II</title><content type='html'>So you all prolly know what this is about already so..righto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you girlfriends. It has prolly been fun cheating me and making me get so very mad at jk for annoying the shit outta me cos yall told him to but ohwells, ya it is very nice to have all of you on my birthday and surprising me with a Bakerzin cake. For once, I didn't actually suspect a thing. Very well planned faizah, congratulations. The predeccessors of my earlier birthdays never really did a good job. Haha. Please la jk, that narnia toliet was so...last year. Okay fine, it wasn't that bad. Anyways, Breeks was goood. Lagsana was worth the wait, and I had 3 cakes in that day. Crushingly full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thank you all for the cakes, ice cream, wishes, cards, presents and money. Those who smsed, good. (: Those who fb-ed, cheapo. lol, I'm kidding. Sorry if I hadn't replied, I have limited sms, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, it's very memorable. Mom abandonded me to have dinner with Afghanistan. BUT. She left a room for me. So it was a great stay over. Better than sec 3 when locking out thivya was my only chance of entertainment, Well, I got back at her this year. And even better, two other idiots. Nadia didn't pangseh (: and Mangay told good racist jokes. We'd better learn more! I had a good geography lesson with friends and I can actually say, after a day and a night, I've known more capitals and countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an accomplishment once you get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite impossible. Well, I shall leave it at that. Photos, fong ngai better upload! It's so fun with that camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you perry, for that $80 ticket to Sing Dollar. Thank goodness I've mentioned I love Hossan Leong. Well, the musical was good and that Hossan Leong's MJ impersonation was just hilarious. Go watch it if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you think I've forgotten you, thank you jk. You have finally lived long enough to make a proper appearance on my blog. Happy now? Want fireworks? But yeap, stop being a petty bastard and I'll prolly like you better. I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love to these crazy cuckoos,&lt;br /&gt;Manda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-4730853080618179562?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4730853080618179562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=4730853080618179562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4730853080618179562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4730853080618179562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/247-part-ii.html' title='24/7 part II'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-419693056755907891</id><published>2009-07-24T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:41:54.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No one says 24/7 like I can. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay at least one thing I've learnt so far I've turned seventeen is that Mount Everest is in Asia. Never mind, I'm not the only one surprised, Andrea and I both thought that it was some super ang moh name in some ang moh country. Like, wth is it doing in Asia?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightoo, tonight will be fun ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-419693056755907891?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/419693056755907891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=419693056755907891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/419693056755907891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/419693056755907891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/247.html' title='24/7'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2366604550317417306</id><published>2009-07-22T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:47:57.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tell me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Smb5NECzcoI/AAAAAAAACE0/U26-3xLwTHM/s1600-h/amandafoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361246409250271874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Smb5NECzcoI/AAAAAAAACE0/U26-3xLwTHM/s320/amandafoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another poster I did today in design class (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suddenly have many probable questions in my head these days. And I don't really know what to think about them. gaaaah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so i stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;with arms high and heart abandoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;in awe of the one who gave it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2366604550317417306?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2366604550317417306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2366604550317417306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2366604550317417306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2366604550317417306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-poster-i-did-today-in-design.html' title='So tell me'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Smb5NECzcoI/AAAAAAAACE0/U26-3xLwTHM/s72-c/amandafoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-1072854358042845764</id><published>2009-07-20T17:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:59:12.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random sightings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SmQ7wH9Ah8I/AAAAAAAACEs/Qbeb1-yZVis/s1600-h/2656223433_ec1d0d2422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360475154432427970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SmQ7wH9Ah8I/AAAAAAAACEs/Qbeb1-yZVis/s320/2656223433_ec1d0d2422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the bus home today I saw this hwa chong guy and his little sister who just looked only primary one. And they were ohsocute together. The brother actually helped his sister onto the bus and into her seat and they were laughing and talking away. I mean, I just find it so rare these days to chance upon siblings like them. Not in this lifetime for me. Ha. Mostly we just shut up and stare out of the bus, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally me and my classmates were talking about siblings today and ohwells, I have the best of both worlds but me and my brother just don't work out eh? It's fine. He's still the egotistical bastard. Surely someday he'll stop being so full of himself. Nah, fat hope. I love my sisters tho, really reaally. They're my bestest room mates and noisiest silliest bunch of two whom I kinda doubt we share the same parents (only amelia) but everything else proves otherwise so...okay, I won't sell her on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm clueless why I'm blogging about such random events but it's tugging me so, heh. Righto, I'm supposed to be researching on the art of dating like now! On the double!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SmQ6aw1NcAI/AAAAAAAACEk/jC5IrOayLNY/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360473687936823298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SmQ6aw1NcAI/AAAAAAAACEk/jC5IrOayLNY/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;promise me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you'll keep the light on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-1072854358042845764?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1072854358042845764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=1072854358042845764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1072854358042845764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1072854358042845764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-sightings.html' title='Random sightings'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SmQ7wH9Ah8I/AAAAAAAACEs/Qbeb1-yZVis/s72-c/2656223433_ec1d0d2422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7019293771259987090</id><published>2009-07-19T08:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:33:38.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesss, finally updating. Harry Potter at 10.30am with the girls and pig yesterday was, nicee. I finally see the drama girls at least, so that's something. And it was really called sacrificing sleep time for harry potter on a saturday morning. Goshh. But yess tv, HI5!, Cormac Mclaggen is just smokin hotttt. HE HAD TOO LITTLE SCREEN TIME, darn. If you haven't watched it, go! Tho I wouldn't exactly say it was the best HP movie.. they left out/skipped parts (THE NICE PARTS!) and didn't exactly follow the book for some scenes and it was a little too monoish. To compensate all that, look out for Won Won in the hospital wing. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naddy left too early ): NEXT TIME PANGSEH GROUP LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and hehe, for a design project I had to do, fong ngai and tv became my subjects and it was fun..interesting, and almost disturbing. But it's really nice of yall, I know it can be embarrassing. But no probomo that side right?, I mean, fong ngai wants to be famous. HA! And faizah wanted to see some kissing. Heh. Eh, wait I develop those photos for the both of you! LOL, that'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olrighto, I'm so looking forward to my Breeks treat at the end of next week and my lagsana. So awesome. fizzy booking right? (: After conquering next week's oral communication and media writing tests. OMG START ACEING WRITING. FLOW JUICE FLOW! DRINK BRANDS ESSENCE CHICKEN ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Fireworks was pretty, idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7019293771259987090?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7019293771259987090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7019293771259987090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7019293771259987090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7019293771259987090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesss-finally-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2005929801926892991</id><published>2009-07-11T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:52:40.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadia's blushing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Slil-mh_h0I/AAAAAAAACEc/uvJlqlQA3Kg/s1600-h/taylor+lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357214251670800194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Slil-mh_h0I/AAAAAAAACEc/uvJlqlQA3Kg/s320/taylor+lautner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; On days when I'm supposed to study..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;And so, Nadia was caught at a recent rendezvous with the werewolf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Slil5QcS5QI/AAAAAAAACEU/ils1mzmYuzE/s1600-h/taylor+lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Righto, day was awesome with girlfriends. What a stupid thing to do to go to City Hall (the evil place) without bringing any moolah. Bloody hell. Harry Potter on sunday then? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2005929801926892991?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2005929801926892991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2005929801926892991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2005929801926892991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2005929801926892991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/nadias-blushing.html' title='Nadia&apos;s blushing!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Slil-mh_h0I/AAAAAAAACEc/uvJlqlQA3Kg/s72-c/taylor+lautner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8156045403957196812</id><published>2009-07-08T17:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:43:29.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS FIRST: NO, ITS NOT A REAL AD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SlRsnGvCksI/AAAAAAAACEM/YUfUkW-VMNc/s1600-h/amandafoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356025275928974018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SlRsnGvCksI/AAAAAAAACEM/YUfUkW-VMNc/s400/amandafoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NA! YOURS NADIA! Heh. Chose to do Adam Lambert over Kris Allen because of you. Did it during design class and it's not very well done but, ohwells, in 2hours (and being late...) tell me it isn't too bad. (Tho there were like so much better posters done in class, zomg I feel like an idiot doing photoshop all the time.) I just realized I spelt 'Venue' wrongly. Haha. And the font in red looks super rocker and weird but I like it, heh. So, yeaaap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally psyched that I finally got my first A at something and it was design, seriously, the irony of it all. And when writing just...refuses to gimme that A. Tsk. My brain juices have to be vaccumed out already la, bo bian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait till projects are all scratched off the list one by one. Ahhh, the satisfaction I get from that (: Olrightyyyy, hungrrryyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STALKING IS FUN AND MEETING MELODY LIKE THAT WAS JUST, AWESOME :D I missed you babe ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8156045403957196812?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8156045403957196812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8156045403957196812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8156045403957196812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8156045403957196812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/blub-blub.html' title='READ THIS FIRST: NO, ITS NOT A REAL AD'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SlRsnGvCksI/AAAAAAAACEM/YUfUkW-VMNc/s72-c/amandafoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-6679484000094468105</id><published>2009-07-04T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:47:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss laughing at myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sk9wlz9wZjI/AAAAAAAACD8/Qab74ykuSiQ/s1600-h/DSC03360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354622276873512498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sk9wlz9wZjI/AAAAAAAACD8/Qab74ykuSiQ/s320/DSC03360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BAKEY! Since I was in a unusually good mood today. First shot at cupcakes, hopefully I'll have the guts to do them again. Oh gosh, but it's friggin tiring to do them on my own. Esp with Adelle's Art Fiesta performance in the evening. She danced well luh, doesn't run in the genes damnit. Ohwells, but as I watched their school band play, maaaaan, BOWEN'S STILL THE BESSTTTT LA. Bowenian through and through (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riight, so I better spice things up in my blog now. Looks too gloomy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of the rare days where school was niceeee. Marketing drove us to work on Victoria Secret for a presentaion (just for fun!) and we ended up with a kinky positioning statement for the company- To sexually active women who seek to better arouse your partners, Victoria Secret can give you sexy and comfortable lingerie more than you usual boring old underwear. Yesss and we presented that, but it was awesome really, just laughing, making the teacher laugh, and having fun doing stupid things and getting participation marks. Haha! &lt;strong&gt;It's really the little things that puts that smile on my face :D&lt;/strong&gt; And youtubing random funny videos with Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my little break is kinda over today. Time to start conquering those projects. I better start kicking ass this term. No more Bs! Aim for As!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never know which is worse- being kicked in the nuts or giving birth"- Perry. Randomness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-6679484000094468105?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6679484000094468105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=6679484000094468105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6679484000094468105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6679484000094468105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/sizzle.html' title='i miss laughing at myself'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sk9wlz9wZjI/AAAAAAAACD8/Qab74ykuSiQ/s72-c/DSC03360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3690322571349966377</id><published>2009-06-29T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:33:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really in a wreck now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shiiiit. what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't get this woman to settle without losing her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3690322571349966377?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3690322571349966377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3690322571349966377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3690322571349966377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3690322571349966377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-really-in-wreck-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-4551555946986114959</id><published>2009-06-26T20:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:31:34.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put me in a vaccum</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes you get this feeling of everything's going normal, nothing, or at least you think, is going amiss but you just have this gut feeling inside that something somewhere is missing. Like, there's a need to go find that bit that will make you feel fuller inside, to feed and appease your soul. Maybe I haven't been paying attention to myself very much lately. Sometimes I get lost, backtrack, wonder what the heck do I want, forget about it, and then start that engine and go into the motion again. I don't know what this means. I wonder if I'm going thru the motions just for the sake of routine and familiarity. Which sucks. No heart or soul in it. And I don't know where they went. Holiday? Hmph. There should be a return ticket. Nevermind if you don't understand what I'm saying, neither do I. Basically, I feel @#$&amp;amp;^%$#@#%^&amp;amp;%. Yesh like that. Incomprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Transformers the other day with Leon and Faizah was gooood. Leon was very mesmerized by Megan Fox running in slow mo. I just liked the big monsters and vroom vrooms and the cheap tickets and that we had a carbo dinner afterwards at Jalan Kayu. Leon just had to try and turn Jalan Kayu into war zone with the racist jokes. I'll run away when the time comes. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drats, holis are actually coming to an end. Shucks. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Time spent with the girls was hardly enough ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-4551555946986114959?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4551555946986114959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=4551555946986114959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4551555946986114959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4551555946986114959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/put-me-in-vaccum.html' title='Put me in a vaccum'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5126687653559841009</id><published>2009-06-23T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:07:02.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot caucasians keep passing my way</title><content type='html'>Today was smackin eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I don't seek a more mellow chummy sloooow pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically, I dropped my wallet on the bus just yesterday without even noticing and well, fast forward. When I got home my mom got a call and tada! a man found it so I arranged a time and place to see him. Right this morning, 8 at Clementi. Found the guy and, remembering how mangay and fizzy bore a grudge against that woman in jalan kayu, I THANKED HIM. And meant it. It was unexpected really, that there are honest people who bother to return wallets with everything intact (i think). Plus, I'm never that careless, what a shock. Yesss, I love you wallet, I'm never misplacing you. Eveeeeerrrr. To think I panicked the other day thinking I lost my mp3 for the hundredth time. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was schoool for project and okay, that 5 year old tagged along to wait for me to finish up and studayee tho I think he's really looking at the subway. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I got lost in school just yesterday but a random teacher who passed by happened to notice me (well, not hard. I was staring blankly into thin air) and pointed me the way. It just makes your day better doesnt it, at times like these. Random passing generous moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I FINALLY FOUND MY SCHOOL HOSTELS TODAY! OMG THEY CAMOUFLAGED INTO THE HDB FLATS, THEY LOOKED LIKE HDBS! AND, THAT RED AUDI. SO SLICK! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5126687653559841009?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5126687653559841009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5126687653559841009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5126687653559841009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5126687653559841009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-caucasians-keep-passing-my-way.html' title='hot caucasians keep passing my way'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8118173706620188138</id><published>2009-06-20T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:05:58.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So that's that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SjypZWnVS9I/AAAAAAAACDs/5yShjnupGdo/s1600-h/DSC03322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349336710441683922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SjypZWnVS9I/AAAAAAAACDs/5yShjnupGdo/s320/DSC03322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slurp!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimswim with Nadia was best. Daydreaming about people in the pool and watching the next olympic swimmer go. Walaoeh, so bloody fast that woman. Cravings were yum, Macs large fries and BK's double mushroom swiss with 5 varied sauces. Yes, when women crave, it's war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I'm not as accomplished as I set myself out to be during the holidays. Yeah, didn't fully maximise the time and stuff. Never managed to anyways. Prioritize, Amanda, prioritize! or you'll end up in a shithole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Look at the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And everything you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yeah, they were all yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8118173706620188138?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8118173706620188138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8118173706620188138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8118173706620188138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8118173706620188138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-thats-that.html' title='So that&apos;s that'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SjypZWnVS9I/AAAAAAAACDs/5yShjnupGdo/s72-c/DSC03322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-6883902522203523625</id><published>2009-06-14T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:14:31.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SjUFD4TMSSI/AAAAAAAACDk/B8ydytRLlqI/s1600-h/DSC03237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347185696782960930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SjUFD4TMSSI/AAAAAAAACDk/B8ydytRLlqI/s320/DSC03237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; Happy birthday Thivya mommy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeppo you're finally seventeen! Ouuu who's next? (: (: And I can just never get enough of your harry potterish-narniaish house! We need to meet up more, it's ages. All of us. Half Blood Prince together alright? I miss drama, I miss all of us! You know you can put us in a room and we'll have it on fire and hear alot of talk on body parts while we camwhore. I want a drama camppppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Mom's back from her London/Northern Ireland trip she's bragging about it in my bedroom. Darnit. So she gotta see Belfast and all the Bloody Sunday scenes and the London Eye and the Big Ben, rode the London tubes. Yeah, stuff like that you're supposed to drag along your geography retarded daughter. Ohwells. Apparently she was there to facilitate workshops on minority conflicts. Ahh, whatever her job is..it sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SjUEyWkxYaI/AAAAAAAACDc/Twka2OzLWUw/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347185395672113570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SjUEyWkxYaI/AAAAAAAACDc/Twka2OzLWUw/s320/DSC03236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just leave it with this. Oh man, it's been seriously too long B1! I have mountains to say to you. Next time, not here. Hah. I know we ain't gonna act like friends making friends again. Just..weird. Ohwells, I love you! (: And you're always gonna be a part of me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; well, my five year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love the heineken ad man! HAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-6883902522203523625?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6883902522203523625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=6883902522203523625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6883902522203523625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6883902522203523625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-too-long.html' title='it&apos;s been too long'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SjUFD4TMSSI/AAAAAAAACDk/B8ydytRLlqI/s72-c/DSC03237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7158555185132441710</id><published>2009-06-07T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:58:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SivUx8Ysa8I/AAAAAAAACDU/43eECL4xVYY/s1600-h/13_kate_cassidy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344599337293605826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SivUx8Ysa8I/AAAAAAAACDU/43eECL4xVYY/s320/13_kate_cassidy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh, I swear this woman is just drop dead gorgeous. And Harper's Island finally got increasingly thrilling! I'm half guessing the sheriff is the killer. Don't ask why, he just looks like the kind who would stab you in bed. Just spare my eyecandies, heheh. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lesson learnt: NEVER HOLD YOUR WEDDING ON A FREAKING ULU ISLAND. IF NEED BE, BRING THE ARMY WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have started and I'm not gonna waste a single day man. Gonna freaking brush up on photoshop that's killing me. Yeah what you thought made photos pretty ain't that pretty to do ad. work. It sucks horribly. And well, the other 7 or 8 projects that I'm just dying to complete. Awesomee. OHWELLS. And just when you thought you loved communication, not that I'm complaining, I do love it, they just love to make you do redundant irrelevant things. Before you know it, everyone's scrambling to catch on too, just for the love of GPA. Well, take d****, it makes stupid things seem &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; stupid. -Taken from Perry. Random. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go swimmy, cycle, rollerblade, get a tan, shoppy, hang @ naddy's, see some people I haven't seen in the loooongest time, riight, you geddit. everything. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7158555185132441710?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7158555185132441710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7158555185132441710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7158555185132441710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7158555185132441710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/blub.html' title='BLUB!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SivUx8Ysa8I/AAAAAAAACDU/43eECL4xVYY/s72-c/13_kate_cassidy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2345380326665260510</id><published>2009-06-02T10:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:32:19.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here's a photo paparazzi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SiSP41bwWGI/AAAAAAAACDE/rX0LA0CsGFI/s1600-h/4341_79792204190_729319190_1812689_627819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342553264547190882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SiSP41bwWGI/AAAAAAAACDE/rX0LA0CsGFI/s320/4341_79792204190_729319190_1812689_627819_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342554225327838402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SiSQwwntlMI/AAAAAAAACDM/bSwKdcBuoPw/s320/4341_79389014190_729319190_1806850_1100846_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the dream- Makan paradises forever + the girls. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jovyn told me and Rubs about ebay selling glow-in-the-dark condoms yesterday. Haha, some people really wanna party in pitch-darkness. Well.. Riight. Good to know. Seriously, that's the only response I'll have. GLOW-IN-THE-DARK CONDOMS?! Good to know it's there? Ooooo, &amp;amp; good old drama days. Oh! Rubs is so not losing weight! He kept bumping into me, he doesn't even realizes it! Only Jovyn would be like, why are you walking so close to me? IT'S RUBEN! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TILL THE WEEK'S OVER. TGIF FAST FAST! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW add a new series to Survivor Punggol. I have crazey ideas for Singapore F1 and the Singapore Flyer, none of them feasible. Marketing just rocketed imagination. WOOOHOOO! Like.. we could have a night race in Singapore. LITERALLY. Pitch darkness. Spectators, with night vision goggles. Awesome. The cars can't vroom vroom no more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jin is emo-ing opposite me. MY MALAY BETTER THAN YOURS. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2345380326665260510?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2345380326665260510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2345380326665260510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2345380326665260510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2345380326665260510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-heres-photo-paparazzi.html' title='So here&apos;s a photo paparazzi.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SiSP41bwWGI/AAAAAAAACDE/rX0LA0CsGFI/s72-c/4341_79792204190_729319190_1812689_627819_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-4055233498316243854</id><published>2009-05-26T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:49:36.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAHHHH IM GONNA DIE OF WHEE-NESS!!</title><content type='html'>Recently my awesome black converse broke down. (Yeah sorry baby, your holes are just too obvious.) And I was whining about getting new grey or red ones and then..WATCHA KNOW?! My aunt gave my dad two pairs of converse sneakers today cos they wouldn't fit my cousins and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ONE'S BLACK AND THE OTHER'S GREY. &lt;/span&gt;Heh! The grey is kinda sliiiightly high cut tho. Point is, woah! This is cool, for once, a shopping prayer is answered! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;AND THEY FIT PERFECTLY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! And if you're a fighting spiders fan like me, the Ah Huat, Charlie's evil cousin, is from SP Theatre! Elated when I just bailed out of theatre huh, lol. Well, Mangay's still in there and HEY MAKE US PROUD MANGAY! I WANNA SEE YOU ON TV TOO! But well, he's really good, me and Mangs heard him speak and woah, his voice will just seduce you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I'm reconsidering CCAs. Bowen Drama was something awesome that I had a fire and passion for and now I just don't know if I'll ever find that love for anything again. Drama won't be drama without you people so.., &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what now?&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-4055233498316243854?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4055233498316243854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=4055233498316243854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4055233498316243854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4055233498316243854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaahhhh-im-gonna-die-of-whee-ness.html' title='AAAHHHH IM GONNA DIE OF WHEE-NESS!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5214616870763031768</id><published>2009-05-24T19:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:36:37.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time goes by so slowly</title><content type='html'>It feels mundane. No, it really does. Everything's clinked into routine now and the days go by, hardly moving. Not that the workload's much, I'm definitely not complaining but well, it's plainly, the M-word. Maybe I'm feeling a lag from the distance of my girls. Darnit, I haven't been seeing them ): Couldn't be anything more explicit since striking off the hours left till school's over is on my mind all the time. Recently it has became more like racing against the 24hour clock to get to the end of the week.&lt;em&gt; Fast.&lt;/em&gt; I need my social circle. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've been dreaming of a prata gang meeting with bubble tea straws stuck up our mouths. &lt;/span&gt;Yknow what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm stuck at home while the people are in Brisbane lapping up winter, the hot dudes, shopping, Gold Coast, the barrier reef, counting pelicans, getting a tan (you never know), taking a hellova pictures.. I've chionged Slumdog Millionaire and Little Miss Sunshine at home. Impressive, I know. And free vogue magazines since a classmate has been clearing out her room and I can finally say there are magazines in my house! For once. I'll wait till the day Nadia cleans out her bedroom man...I'll be first in line going WHOOHOOOOOOO GIMME ALLLL THROW IN THE YAM ICE CREAM TOO. Yes people, her junk is exclusive! I just made it sound like a gold mine. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is Naddy &amp;amp; Fizzy day! Hopefully it'll be a big push to my week. I really need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always pondered on the thought that as loud and boisterous as I am, I'm pretty much a private person inside. I can hear your snickers but, well, I've never found it quite comfortable for my thoughts to be heard. I fear judgement. Alot. Self conscious flickering idiot? Perhaps. Big shocker? Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, gimme something to look forward to. Like a good fall-in-love dream perhaps? Eh Perry? HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5214616870763031768?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5214616870763031768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5214616870763031768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5214616870763031768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5214616870763031768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-goes-by-so-slowly.html' title='Time goes by so slowly'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7205518630816692482</id><published>2009-05-19T08:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:58:11.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>I gave Perry something to think about on the way back yesterday. Ha. The weird question was... What's a guy do when a girl pees in her pants in the middle of nowhere? (I know, you never thought of that before huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perry told me he'll never give up his pants...depending on the situation. (means no luh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, drop us a tag or get me at my hotline . (okay seriously no. i know YOU YOU AND YOU have unlimited sms but no.) Ahh, I love that macdonalds joke at ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MORE WEEKS TO MY HOLIDAYYYYSSSSS. I NEED TO DO MORE DESPERATE SHOPPING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7205518630816692482?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7205518630816692482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7205518630816692482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7205518630816692482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7205518630816692482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5181418210421382642</id><published>2009-05-17T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:20:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to buy flops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sg7sNFtKQ6I/AAAAAAAACC8/YALGzXQ04Hw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336462318094664610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sg7sNFtKQ6I/AAAAAAAACC8/YALGzXQ04Hw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone's wowing at the fact that I'm catching so many movies lately. *Shrugs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, okay point is, Angels &amp;amp; Demons aint bad! I might consider reading the thick-O book now since Da Vinci Code was really worth it the last time. It was good plot, controversies (I like) and lotsss of history. Yes, completely mesmerized with places and people and culture and I still name and place countries and continents all wrong. I'm gonna have a suppppa long blog post one day about Where Amanda Thinks The World Is. -Mangay &amp;amp; JK, help me on this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you think a bad sense of direction and pronounciation was all there was to Amanda, you haven't seen worse. &lt;em&gt;Don't go there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking about where the world is.. I MIGHT have the chance of flying to Europe this June. Bloody Brisbane was cancelled cos LOA wasn't approved and I have crazy projects to work on anyway. So.. it MIGHT be London and Ireland with mummy cos she's there for work. I'm stilll on waiting list. Ohwells. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOPEFULLY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Riigght. So I'm supposedly supposed to be doing work but heck, I'm always procastinating. Just a summary: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ITB-&lt;/span&gt; next week's proj due + assignments + individual work. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IMW-&lt;/span&gt; test next week. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ICP-&lt;/span&gt; proj due in 2/3 weeks. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FOM-&lt;/span&gt; upcoming proj. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DB-&lt;/span&gt; design journal due in 2 weeks + proj due after june. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ONOW-&lt;/span&gt; ?????? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OC-&lt;/span&gt; ???!!!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND the reading up. Surprisingly, I feel calm. heh. Genius at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brushing up on my hokkien in class &amp;amp; let's meet all those kiddos over the holis! (I know it made no sense) &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WANDS OUT PEOPLE! (: don't suppress your wizard blood no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5181418210421382642?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5181418210421382642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5181418210421382642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5181418210421382642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5181418210421382642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/need-to-buy-flops.html' title='Need to buy flops.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sg7sNFtKQ6I/AAAAAAAACC8/YALGzXQ04Hw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-6690839411259839876</id><published>2009-05-09T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:10:54.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling...</title><content type='html'>It has been a really exhausting week. I feel so drained. Needa refresh and energize myself for moreeeee. Yikes! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, quite disastrous. My projects are dropping from the sky and I'm drowning in them. I feel like tearing my hair out at time. GAHH. And the textbooks I haven't read yet! :( evil shit. I had my fair bit of fun already so now it's sit down, seduce the lappy time. AND uploading peekchas on fb cos Jin has been a real bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiight. So thurs was lollipop @ zouk, mainly there to support Jin. So ya better be happy! What awesome classmates you have. Too lazy to put the pictures up here so go down to fb to view em. Well, basically for the curious budoh one like me, zouk was really loud and it was the best mass molest place? Must go see during the clubbing hour, woaah. But hey! Jin and the models *droooool* wasn't bad too. :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said. Now my class is in a supppa frenzy with X Men all thanks to me and Perry. HAHA. My marvel pencilcase isn't lame now. It's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AWESOMEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah so now Jin is self proclaimed Wolverine. It sucks when we're buds and we gotta remind him it's fantasy, gets so high easily. He even said it on stage at zouk cos Andrea dared him to. Ha. Funny shit. How the crowd boo-ed. Perry's Gambit. I'm Shadowcat cos I ain't tall enough to be Jean Grey and half my feet's in the ground so I'm actually taller. Andrea's Mystic as Blop. LOL! Inez's Electra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the familiar faces &amp;amp; hugs.&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need so much faith to believe in this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-6690839411259839876?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6690839411259839876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=6690839411259839876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6690839411259839876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6690839411259839876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-has-been-really-exhausting-week.html' title='Rolling...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5135108276206253381</id><published>2009-05-05T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:39:16.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;where did that fiery confidence go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;or the decisive smile that danced on your lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hello mr manipulative,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you turned heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;almost a mockery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tame that heart;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;conquer that mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and bring it all back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5135108276206253381?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5135108276206253381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5135108276206253381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5135108276206253381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5135108276206253381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-did-that-fiery-confidence-go-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5111026628389100267</id><published>2009-05-02T11:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:33:15.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Hotness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBrj3XOuI/AAAAAAAACCo/5q6odrda9oQ/s1600-h/x-men-origins-wolverine-poster-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331067538029099746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBrj3XOuI/AAAAAAAACCo/5q6odrda9oQ/s320/x-men-origins-wolverine-poster-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBkkF0EKI/AAAAAAAACCg/V6rBJJCl6BU/s1600-h/hughjackman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331067417830625442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBkkF0EKI/AAAAAAAACCg/V6rBJJCl6BU/s320/hughjackman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBfKSz5YI/AAAAAAAACCY/pYgWNjptws4/s1600-h/danielhenney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331067325006472578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBfKSz5YI/AAAAAAAACCY/pYgWNjptws4/s320/danielhenney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBXV3eLvI/AAAAAAAACCQ/nngjs-TThDo/s1600-h/ryanreynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331067190674075378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBXV3eLvI/AAAAAAAACCQ/nngjs-TThDo/s320/ryanreynolds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBGx0AqfI/AAAAAAAACCI/XEBND9iapoQ/s1600-h/hughjackman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331066906117974514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBGx0AqfI/AAAAAAAACCI/XEBND9iapoQ/s320/hughjackman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBCd_MRKI/AAAAAAAACCA/vDi8Q1_JZRI/s1600-h/wolverine-x-men-origins-gambit-movie-2009-prison-break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331066832076686498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBCd_MRKI/AAAAAAAACCA/vDi8Q1_JZRI/s320/wolverine-x-men-origins-gambit-movie-2009-prison-break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Said it all, no? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO WATCH X MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is awesome till no end cos the plot, acting and action is just superb and if you haven't loved Marvel and Wolverine and Cyclops and Gambit and Sabretooth yet, today is the day. The final tower fighting scene with experiment XI was also best la. Although Deadpool actually looked smokin but annoying initally the transformation was just WHAA?? And Hugh Jackman just plays the role Bessssst, with a capital B. I should borrow the X men comics one day and eat them all up. Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In all, it was quality time spent with Nadia and Faizah. For the first time in my life I can really say retail therapy worked..although now I feel guilty about it. Sheesh. Finally I feel more womanish and human. BUT! Faiizaaaaaaaah that black leather jacket was reeeaaaaaaaally reeeeeeeaaaaaaally hottttt. Until now I still hear it screaming my name. I'll never go back to evil places again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331067622604397154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBwe7r2mI/AAAAAAAACCw/Ki4OWFyKu9E/s320/Taken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not finished, go watch Taken too! I caught this some time ago and it isn't bad either. Liam Neeson is charming! Really he is! He has that timeless look, much better than Daniel Craig, something like Tom Cruise's really well maintained look. You know, even when you're old, you look good old. And I really don't think Daniel Craig looked good at all even though people say he is. He doesn't look James Bondish. Pierce Brosnan owns James Bond forevaaaaa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all thanks to evil cinema movie trailers, there's so many upcoming movies that I HAVE to watch now. I better start by re-reading Harry Potter. I totally forgot the plot, goodness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5111026628389100267?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5111026628389100267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5111026628389100267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5111026628389100267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5111026628389100267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-hotness.html' title='Hello Hotness'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SfvBrj3XOuI/AAAAAAAACCo/5q6odrda9oQ/s72-c/x-men-origins-wolverine-poster-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8414394702774881872</id><published>2009-04-29T09:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:58:12.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our area of expertise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Guide to Checking Out Hot Guys In Lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. If he is sitting behind you- use a mirror! Pretend that you're checking your face when you're really checking HIM out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. If he's really tall, pretend you're complaining about the aircon- keep looking up and act like you're freezing your ass off while sneaking peeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. If he's sitting in front, simple-and folks this is a classic- just drop your stuff and make sure it rolls down. He picks it up and you get your look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. When lecture break starts, don't go wailing to the toliet and resent the fact that you'll never see him again. Go up to him and try a cheesy one liner-JUST TO MAKE HIM LAUGH. If he actually gets picked up then well, err, good for you? He's prolly desperate. After getting his attention, TADA! Hot dude knows you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Bring binoculars- you never know what you might find in front!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Bring a camera- quite obvious for what right? Make sure it's 3MPixel or better, it also helps in an event of a non-hottie lecture-got something to make you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(MANGAY &amp;amp; AMANDA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this via SMS in classes, how awesome multi-taskers. Mangay did most of em tho.. Eh wait la next time, lemme think really hard first and give you good steps. Anyways, so that's that. Imma trying to dig up the Guide to NS but it got lost in Narnia, damnit. We'll be back with MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSAN BOYLE IS JUST AWESOMELY UNBELIEVABLE. I know I'm slow.. I'm gonna keep youtubing Britain Got Talent in class. Screw Word Challenge, it's not going anywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8414394702774881872?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8414394702774881872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8414394702774881872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8414394702774881872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8414394702774881872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-area-of-expertise.html' title='Our area of expertise.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5870872437984042943</id><published>2009-04-27T09:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:18:16.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLAMING LOTUS = ANTI GUAN YIN?</title><content type='html'>My faithful reader had requested I blog again so, yes, here I am. Thanks Jin!!!!!!!!! (lameshit you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, a long week has just passed and here another one has started. The early mornings, late nights, lengthy online homework (I still prefer it on paper) and the projectssss AND THE HUNGER PANGS DURING LESSONS. Oh man, I have already FOUR projects and counting and am still at ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, slow and steady wins the race dude. Imma make it. It's gonna be like this for a loooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend however, was kinda solemn. I feel pampered, not ever being exposed in the flesh, never experienced. My parents probably did a good job of protecting me for a hellova time, seeing I'm seventeen now. But it's not like I feel proud of breaking the streak, I don't think I've ever fully grasped the meaning of losing someone I love and I don't ever want to. As far as I know, it's something you probably won't forget for the rest of your life, it's heartbreaking, nothing replacable for the pain. Yes, ignorant and living in lalaland. But I can imagine. Surely you'll find the strength to carry on someday. Surely you'll finally find peace in your heart someday. The MUSKETEERS AND BIMBOS know you'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5870872437984042943?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5870872437984042943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5870872437984042943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5870872437984042943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5870872437984042943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/flaming-lotus-anti-guan-yin.html' title='FLAMING LOTUS = ANTI GUAN YIN?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3119409628434881435</id><published>2009-04-22T21:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:45:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read all about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Se8XtAY2cGI/AAAAAAAACBw/fvi7ag2gV9A/s1600-h/DSC02042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327502946168369250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Se8XtAY2cGI/AAAAAAAACBw/fvi7ag2gV9A/s320/DSC02042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FAIZAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry it's late, and technically you've enjoyed two days of being seventeen already. Hopefully it has been awesummm so far. (please la, your fish &amp;amp; co. celebration comfirm the &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; memorable thing. THANK US, DON'T WE LOVE YOU?) Stay sizzling always babe, so hot that the hot malay guy never forgets your name and comfirm he'll be trippin all over just to talk to you. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouu, and gosh, my three musketeers in class.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327505695931270562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Se8aNEDahaI/AAAAAAAACB4/axjZz2Mtfl0/s320/DSC02142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The really nonsense people in class that make my day. (: Heh heh, Perry and Jin. I finally found people along the same wavelength to talk to but seriously, havoc la when we laugh till we cry and get high by just breathing and say alot of random shit, even to tutors. A whole new level of..I don't even know what to call it man. Ultra lameness. I mean, Jin signed me and Perry up to be voluntary models for zouk just to watch him perform. Yes, you betta sleep with your eyes wideee open. Oh and there're my bimbos too. Hehe, ahhh, my crazy world. Another photo the next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My drama lamas today tooo :D It feels good to be back and we better be back more often Mangay, skills need to be imparted! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohwells, so that's that then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3119409628434881435?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3119409628434881435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3119409628434881435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3119409628434881435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3119409628434881435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/read-all-about-it.html' title='Read all about it.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Se8XtAY2cGI/AAAAAAAACBw/fvi7ag2gV9A/s72-c/DSC02042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-6583288776170844163</id><published>2009-04-15T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:37:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SeXcI_xFZWI/AAAAAAAACBo/-ivaXwq2LzE/s1600-h/DSC02030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324904181549852002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SeXcI_xFZWI/AAAAAAAACBo/-ivaXwq2LzE/s320/DSC02030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hehe, tell me how sweet is this? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising me (okay not so much surprise after Nad spilled the beans already but still..!) at Dover MRT. Yes I accept the fact that it's bloody far so I'm suppa touched if anyone has even contemplated the thought of going there to see me. Nadia and Faizah are loveeee. Mangay also la, now we both stay on Beverly Hills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess after much of complaining yesterday, today wasn't that bad after all. Waddya know, a maris boy became quite a nice friend. And wait, Nadia! Must gather up all the malay in me to talk to the Malays. I know I can, hehehe, can go form my malay community already. I can never figure out why my own race repels me. So, that's that. Tomorrow's crazily flagday (don't ask) and it's freakishly early at 0730..right. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the atmosphere at CASS feels crazily like drama cos the people are darn wacked up so it's kinda sad..bowen drama's missed even more than evaaaa. But ohwells, hopefully it morphs into me or something. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THREE YEARS&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna make the best outta it and take control of who I am and where I stand. As always, be Amanda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-6583288776170844163?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6583288776170844163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=6583288776170844163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6583288776170844163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/6583288776170844163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/hehe-tell-me-how-sweet-is-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SeXcI_xFZWI/AAAAAAAACBo/-ivaXwq2LzE/s72-c/DSC02030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8538587388493433319</id><published>2009-04-13T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:04:09.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>I am feeling so apprehensive now. So cautious of tomorrow and the days that follow and basically, school. I know I'm noisy as hell and sometimes too much and but waddya know, I am so not a people person. I do not relate well to people I do not know, sometimes better known as strangers. I like to yakk, only to friends. I am going to be mute. Ahh shiat, the better fun-er crazier happier louder Amanda will never be known. It's like putting my personality on deathroll. Shessssh. And if I never find nice people who are on normal wavelength ( see I'm not asking for much already!! People with my brain frequency do not exist cept for SOME *thanks God*) I will dieeeeee. And normal as in, speaking eng-go-lish ... dressing normally and behaving human-like, to my own discretion of course. Don't ask me why I think dresscode is important, IT JUST IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay 'nuff whining. I shall just be a lil teeny bit more adventurous tomorrow. You know, flash that million dollar smile, say hi *insert name and where I come from* , yeah that. And make small mindless talk and try to be or sound interested. I'M GONNA SURVIVEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, the flu bug is so flying around and smacking right into my face. Damnit. So after like coughing a day, I get sneezing on another. What, is it trying to mutilate my senses? Excellent cos I get crankier and I can't taste anything much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and I realized once the circle line's up, it'll take 10 stops to dover. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;TEN!&lt;/span&gt; Do you know how relieved I feel? No you don't cos you don't freaking live in Serangoon and travel to Dover everyday for school. Omg, hopefully it does get up and running before I graduate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8538587388493433319?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8538587388493433319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8538587388493433319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8538587388493433319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8538587388493433319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-4056676828042621157</id><published>2009-04-07T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:31:39.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ULTIMATE GUIDE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Guide to Flirting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: throw away/burn all issues of rubbish magazines. I mean, who actually does those things? THIS guide will save you. (yes even you ruben.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Smile and look happy-but don't make it fake! Let sunshine RADIATE from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Hit playfully and lightly- DO NOT do it like you're swatting a fly or like you're a professional boxer of an NBA player. (You get the picture.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Don't empty all the make-up you have on your face. He'll either a)get a rude shock when he sees the "real you" or b)run for the hills cause you look like a demented clown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) If you have it, flaunt it. If you don't..well, there's technology and Wonderbra! (Just keep away from sharp edges.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) ALWAYS HAVE VANILLA ICE CREAM. Cos it looks like something..(If you don't understand what we're saying, you're too young for this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1)Keep your cheesy one liners and jokes to yourself. Sound intelligent, talk about HER/HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) We can't advice you on gender preferance but we CAN tell you that you should talk about HER (or him) all the time. No cars, soccer, money or the S-word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) If you have the big guns, don't pull them out. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Always hydrate yourself. You never know when there's gonna be lip action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) If all fails, there's always SDU (Single Desperate and Ugly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(MANGAY &amp;amp; AMANDA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-4056676828042621157?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4056676828042621157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=4056676828042621157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4056676828042621157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4056676828042621157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/ultimate-guide.html' title='THE ULTIMATE GUIDE.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-1752420385394612353</id><published>2009-04-02T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:31:19.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Race You.</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome, rented bikes at East Coast with George, Chyuan Ming, Jasmine and Kit Man and gosh, now we're all bloody red. Yeah soaked up all the Vitamin D man. But it was good time spent with good company. The sky was almost cloudless cept for big tufts at the end of the horizon and the monotonous blue was beautiful, light baby blue. The intoxicating sun, salty air, sunlight filtering through the light green canopy. There were hardly people around in fact and the beaches were clean to my surprise, I dare say it's a much better place to go compared to Pasir Ris. We watched the wakeboarders (me and george swear to try one of these days), there was an OBS school too! and yacht school. Brillantly, chyuan ming couldn't ride at all so he was very accident prone and scary to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was swim day with the girls. More like gossip but hehe, it was fab cos I made them feel like paris hilton. We shall go again before school starts olright? I'll give yall the grand tour then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the good old outdoors these days makes me feel like I'm some ambassador for kNOw drugs or health promotion board or some organization like that. Yeah all I'm missing now are my greens and a jogging day. I'll be prepared for a triathalon then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I might as well be one! Damn right I'm keeping in shape now. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-1752420385394612353?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1752420385394612353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=1752420385394612353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1752420385394612353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1752420385394612353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-you.html' title='Race You.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3839243948857468004</id><published>2009-03-29T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:39:10.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wacked Up Routine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Guide to successfully cheat on your boyfriend and get away with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Always use girlfriends or a sick relative as alibi to MIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Delete all SMSes, like duh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Make him feel extremely guilty for neglecting you (or whatever he's done) and then, use guilt to advantage- like making it even more okay to hang out with other people (in our sense).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Make sure to give exact same presents, do exact same activities with each, you know, just in case, slip of a tongue, and you ask 'you like the bear-? *realizes there's no bear* weaath-err, I mean. Yeah wow look, it's sunny. Gorgeous sun. *attempts an unsuspicious whistle*' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe me, it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Lastly, enjoy the best of both worlds. Don't know how? Listen to Miley Cyrus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Mangay, you're gonna be some polished gem if you do Creative Writing for New Media, know why? Cos you're so gonna take Survivor Punggol to the small screen (TV, sadly) and OMG, it's gonna be AWESUMMM. I can see CREATED BY credited to me. And when my children switch on the TV, I'm gonna be like, look! That show's written by Mangay.. I know, what a wacked up storyline huh. And it's still gonna get the hits anyway. Knowing you, you'll hafta psycho producers to buy the show cos only people like us geddit. But knowing you, it's gonna happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but anyways, it was a fun one hour with you every week. My wackiness rotting away without people like you to yak to (and that means my creative juices go down too. Dang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in slumber mode these days, I wonder if there's something wrong with me. I can sleep for freakin 11 hours and still feel sleepy after I'm up. I feel like a zombie, wow, terrific if school starts now. I'll hardly be on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me twilight all over again, enjoy it in my honey-heavy dew of slumber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3839243948857468004?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3839243948857468004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3839243948857468004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3839243948857468004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3839243948857468004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/03/wacked-up-routine.html' title='A Wacked Up Routine.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-373742773830516789</id><published>2009-03-26T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:34:53.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Meal</title><content type='html'>Mangay: *before slotting the big ass envelope in* could yall just pray to your respective Gods?&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; Nadia: Um yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;10 seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; Nadia: Done.&lt;br /&gt;Mangay: Wow, your Gods really in sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; had a day out with Nadia, Mangay and Faizah. Been eons since I had a nice catchup even tho Faizah was on break and she keeps accusing me of stealing the spiderman. TSK, NADIA GOT THE NICEST! SAY HER LUH. Yeap. Happy meals at macs and shopping at far east with Nadia. Seriously, I thought global recession man, everything still so friggin expensive. Pains my heart but... that dress was worth it. I believe what I'm saying. And wow, why everywhere I look I see dresses that are awesome? I keep sidetracking from my shopping list. Heck, Amanda's weaknesses- dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no worries Mangay. Stuff happens and if it's good stuff, awesome, if it's not so good stuff, be garang abit, can one la. I believe you can therefore you can babe! Things work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIZAH, I'LL BE SCREAMING MY WAY HOME WHEN I WATCH COMING SOON WITH YOU AND EVEN THO I LOOK COURAGEOUS AND I BELIEVE I AM BUT I WOULD PREFER TAKING THE FREAKIEST ROLLER COASTER RIDE WITH 360 DEGREE TURNS AND STEEP STEEEEEP TRACKS AND WALAU, THROW IN A 3D2N STAY WITH CHEENAS LA, YES I WOULD DO THAT BECAUSE I WOULD END UP CRYING EVERY NIGHT AND HATING YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE AND BECOME AN EMO KID AND VERY SOON, I'LL BE A SHELL. YOU ARE EVILLLL. FINE I'M SAYING IT, I'M A COWARD I CAN'T WATCH HORROR, DON'T DO THIS TO ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-373742773830516789?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/373742773830516789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=373742773830516789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/373742773830516789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/373742773830516789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-meal.html' title='Happy Meal'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-4077032718020601060</id><published>2009-03-24T12:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:35:34.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two More!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Schp3BqtHhI/AAAAAAAACBg/wMZ-x-rSonQ/s1600-h/coldplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316615754172145170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Schp3BqtHhI/AAAAAAAACBg/wMZ-x-rSonQ/s320/coldplay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SchpwhU8x_I/AAAAAAAACBY/H-qWKBtO8dg/s1600-h/duffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316615642411747314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SchpwhU8x_I/AAAAAAAACBY/H-qWKBtO8dg/s320/duffy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SchpmS8GCpI/AAAAAAAACBQ/zu0UxIM1jDs/s1600-h/coldplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My neck and shoulders are gonna snap but yeah, ima tough wo-man who topped her sales last night and got back in the bloody morning and swelled her finger after squishing it between the table and some metal clank at work and screamed so many Fs. That is so my last day. Heh. I feel like a tired old hag. Wow. And I haven't seen some people in a while! Yeah, gonna stop the bore and bring on some life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! Work has been fun with my newfound buddy, Kit Man, who oogles with me at F-ing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; EYECANDIES. (no joke there. If coldplay didn't have to perform last night, they would have burneeeeddddd the stadium already. what a bad joke.) BTW that girl's a 7 pointer and me and George feel like slapping the no-sense outta her everyday cos she's going to a poly.(My workplace is full of smartasses.) Anyways I think I'll just switch companies and be an usher at SIS to oogle better damnit, and probably catch the concert if I'm lucky. Oh and my charms so doesn't work on people, especially when dollar signs are involved so it sucks. However my mental sums have superly improved! Heh. Bring on the moolay. Who said Amanda couldn't count? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite like Duffy tho..I mean, other than her major hits, the rest are nahh..She sounds pitchy. Ooo but Coldplay's not bad! I kinda like it, I mean, other than the usuals I listen to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next event would be a chinese artist (JJ Lin I think..) but I'm so &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; going (I keep explaining) cos I might "accidentally" spill boiling drinks on friggin noisy cheenas who are prolly singer-wannabes-with-no-talent and I've to start running rounds around the stadium before they start chasing me with their nbknncb and the rest of the alphabet. Nah, but looks might kill already so no need to run, just die on the spot. I could go on and on and on but ohwells, let's just leave it at that. Obvious I had a run in with an idiot recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olright so that's pretty much for updates. The rest of the week for my lovelies and one dude. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-4077032718020601060?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4077032718020601060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=4077032718020601060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4077032718020601060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4077032718020601060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-more.html' title='Two More!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Schp3BqtHhI/AAAAAAAACBg/wMZ-x-rSonQ/s72-c/coldplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8623119642155731432</id><published>2009-03-21T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:24:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Had long long long long walks today and the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;What a sweat-out with mosquito bites.&lt;br /&gt;At least now we've got our issues sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to feed you to the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;Caught Adelle's dance competition thingy at vivocity too, she was greatttttt. I am so not biased.&lt;br /&gt;I've a long shopping list but have done zero about it so far.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go shopping with me?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's breakfast with Mangs and work.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a long day.&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;I'm darn shagged right now.&lt;br /&gt;I've an irrational craving for B&amp;amp;J right now.&lt;br /&gt;I want my lovelies right now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay stop it with the right nows.&lt;br /&gt;Shuteye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8623119642155731432?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8623119642155731432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8623119642155731432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8623119642155731432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8623119642155731432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/03/random_21.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5165795955394186628</id><published>2009-03-17T23:26:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:13:47.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of this &amp; a little bit of that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SABAH. MT. KINABALU.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314186538775452050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_IgFHfmZI/AAAAAAAACA4/0tTO9P309AY/s320/DSC01865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were literally in the clouds. see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314186252060599714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_IPZBWJaI/AAAAAAAACAw/587gyzVi7_E/s320/DSC01861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;climbathon. cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_I4eJE6wI/AAAAAAAACBA/np4N8DxmgyA/s1600-h/DSC01750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314186957809838850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_I4eJE6wI/AAAAAAAACBA/np4N8DxmgyA/s320/DSC01750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_ICOOa-yI/AAAAAAAACAo/7n_zmuXwMhw/s1600-h/DSC01859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314186025824353058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_ICOOa-yI/AAAAAAAACAo/7n_zmuXwMhw/s320/DSC01859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_Hh0vC1cI/AAAAAAAACAg/YaKgMGifrWA/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314185469226046914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_Hh0vC1cI/AAAAAAAACAg/YaKgMGifrWA/s320/DSC01832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_FrdC16FI/AAAAAAAACAY/98WXRZt8-cE/s1600-h/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314183435642071122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_FrdC16FI/AAAAAAAACAY/98WXRZt8-cE/s320/DSC01796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_FVF-oOcI/AAAAAAAACAQ/l2vw3buPQ2I/s1600-h/DSC01758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314183051493259714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_FVF-oOcI/AAAAAAAACAQ/l2vw3buPQ2I/s320/DSC01758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_E72QF2dI/AAAAAAAACAI/0r6fFbKV3Jc/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314182617774807506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_E72QF2dI/AAAAAAAACAI/0r6fFbKV3Jc/s320/DSC01762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_EpnYQvNI/AAAAAAAACAA/OaUKOy-Jp3g/s1600-h/DSC01741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314182304544898258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_EpnYQvNI/AAAAAAAACAA/OaUKOy-Jp3g/s320/DSC01741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_D-MGDA8I/AAAAAAAAB_4/7QuTE0hHF7s/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314181558486369218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_D-MGDA8I/AAAAAAAAB_4/7QuTE0hHF7s/s320/DSC01735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314187118292961794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_JBz_PCgI/AAAAAAAACBI/CvWeOvwwPv4/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hello beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5165795955394186628?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5165795955394186628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5165795955394186628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5165795955394186628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5165795955394186628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-bit-of-this.html' title='A little bit of this &amp; a little bit of that.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/Sb_IgFHfmZI/AAAAAAAACA4/0tTO9P309AY/s72-c/DSC01865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-1825075625254815843</id><published>2009-03-17T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:00:20.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the thump of my heart.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling remotely nostalgic right this sec now so I shall just say that I've never forgotten the encouraging and cheering up moments I've had from the people I love and even if I haven't been talking to you for months or weeks now, know that I couldn't have done it without you and I still think about you once in a while and that I appreciate everything you've ever done from the bottom of my heart. It's definitely true since I've kept smses dating from '07, still warms my heart when I read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap so anyway I'm back from the mountains. It was awesome, giving recognition to mother nature's priceless gifts, standing in awe of the beauty that stretches out beneath you. Well, the guide told us it takes 3D2N to scale Mt. Kinabalu from its base so no way dude, we took the van up the twisted uphill tracks to the Mt. Kinabalu park and hot springs. It was a surprise at hot springs, the distinctive heavy scent of sulphur hung in the air and well, smoke. But yeah, we welcomed it. The park was tedious, I've never climbed like that in my life but heh, it was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention the durains were gooooood? Durain party by the roadside. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AND RIVER RAFTING DUDES.&lt;/span&gt; I love the fast flowing rapids and wading in the water. For one and a half hours we pedalled (but still cannot beat OBS man, 17 hours, shiok.) Nadia, we should go there for our back packing, conquer all the rivers, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So distant, it makes me wonder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone stop the thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-1825075625254815843?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1825075625254815843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=1825075625254815843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1825075625254815843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/1825075625254815843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/03/feel-thump-of-my-heart.html' title='Feel the thump of my heart.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5855558842686393107</id><published>2009-03-10T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:55:35.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The evil promises I make before my 21st.</title><content type='html'>After cursing me abit (kidding Faizah) about living shorter, I swear I'll so regret this but I've promised Nadia and Faizah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;before I turn 21, I'll cut my hair into a bob.&lt;/span&gt; Rightt, so remember to give me anesthetic before the hair cut cos they'll so remember this all their lives (like that's what their brains are for. Kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..so I gym-ed and swam today away with dad. It was lovely, I like diving into the cool water and doing laps. I wanna learn how to do the butterfly stroke! Right, will do this more regularly. It's part of keeping fit! Heh, I feel so unhealthy la with the bumming around. Watched the clouds roll past in the evening too while waiting for dad to finish up. I've never studied them so intensely before but not bad, it's interesting and pretty..like a huge canvas painting. Tomorrow enrollment day, hopefully with some luck I don't run around in circles getting lost. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5855558842686393107?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5855558842686393107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5855558842686393107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5855558842686393107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5855558842686393107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/03/evil-promises-i-make-before-my-21st.html' title='The evil promises I make before my 21st.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-189611456059457060</id><published>2009-03-09T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:20:23.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbSwHrbDMxI/AAAAAAAAB_w/e5BITALt7CU/s1600-h/IMG_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311063506538410770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbSwHrbDMxI/AAAAAAAAB_w/e5BITALt7CU/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the day when everyone comes together to dedicate a stupid blog post to Ruben because it's his seventeenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY PIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess well, you were/are and forever will be an ass to me and all of us but that's okay, it's not like many of us are gonna be asses so it's not alot to tahan. You were/are an awesome drama pal who snatches everyone's cameras and phones and being a nusiance but I guess we all give it back one way or another since everyone enjoys hitting/jumping on/shouting/screaming at you. Yes yes, awesome in some ways, a piece of shit at others. It's the best way I could put you into words already! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was good time spent with Nadia, Thivya and Faizah at the pool side. Next time we are so jumping &lt;u&gt;into&lt;/u&gt; the pool! The weather was so fine, I wanted to be in a bikini! Okay that coming from me sounded strange but oh gosh, the sun was heavenly. Try a bob/bangs and dye my whole head deep brown eh? No not gonna be that crazy but I'll think about it. I want to try a little impulsiveness that has been lacking in my life. Heheh. But anyways, your hair is adorable now Faizah. Nadia, tell me when and we shall go cut too. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amandagon. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-189611456059457060?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/189611456059457060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=189611456059457060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/189611456059457060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/189611456059457060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/03/random_09.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbSwHrbDMxI/AAAAAAAAB_w/e5BITALt7CU/s72-c/IMG_1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3907815811476216178</id><published>2009-03-07T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:34:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>George just saved my ass. Phew. In my defence, WTH, it's not my fault! Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with melody darling yesterday, and caught up aloooooottttt. Shoots, how I miss her so very much :( Dang it's not gonna be the same anywhere without skippy. It also turned out to be crapping and gossiping and catchup with gwy and alisa too at amk (like where else.) Miss you people. Ahh shucks, miss the time we had in class so badly. We seem to have adventures and scandals and songs to sing in class everyday. Seriously, the things we do but study. Ha. And times when no one bothered to buy me bubble tea for geog. HA. Eye rolling at Mr. L during chem classes. Fun eh. And Survivor buddy gwynnie. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother tongue class buddy leon is so gonna miss our fun moments too because he misses owning me at othello. (damnit the game just isn't fun.) And making me fedup and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I might need you to hold me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I might need you to say it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I might need you to make the first stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Because tonight I'm finding it hard to be your man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3907815811476216178?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3907815811476216178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3907815811476216178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3907815811476216178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3907815811476216178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3166075125582148605</id><published>2009-03-06T10:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:31:58.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LADEEDUMDUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbCNctEADtI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Or_6fFtnw0Q/s1600-h/rodstewart121208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309899484942044882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbCNctEADtI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Or_6fFtnw0Q/s320/rodstewart121208.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbCN2w5_CEI/AAAAAAAAB_o/VtJ_dTe374E/s1600-h/jasonmraz010709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309899932650375234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbCN2w5_CEI/AAAAAAAAB_o/VtJ_dTe374E/s320/jasonmraz010709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbCNctEADtI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Or_6fFtnw0Q/s1600-h/rodstewart121208.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbCN2w5_CEI/AAAAAAAAB_o/VtJ_dTe374E/s1600-h/jasonmraz010709.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbCNgtt-9KI/AAAAAAAAB_g/s-YLpcleOD8/s1600-h/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbCN2w5_CEI/AAAAAAAAB_o/VtJ_dTe374E/s1600-h/jasonmraz010709.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbCN2w5_CEI/AAAAAAAAB_o/VtJ_dTe374E/s1600-h/jasonmraz010709.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had quite a cool job..and a fun time. I've been to these two concerts, working. So what better way to job than to listen to Rod Stewart and Jason Mraz do their thing and get paid for it? Okay so you know where I work now Ruby. Singapore Indoor Stadium. Hahaha. Even though JK said the pay was peanuts...but still! HELLO?! I GET TO WALK PASS &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BACKSTAGE!&lt;/span&gt; Maybe not IN but you getta see some of the crew. And you should have so seen yesterday's screamo girls waiting under the rain to see Jason Mraz walk out of the stadium after the concert. AND WE GOT TO WALK OUT FROM BACKSTAGE DOORS! WOOHOOOO. Even though I wasn't the star...but it still felt nice. HEY! Got barricades and police getting the fans to step back while I sashayed out the same pavement Jason strutted out.lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It felt sooooooooo goooooooooooood. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should explain who's 'we'. We are me, George, Huimin, Jasmine and Chyuan Ming and some other bowenians not my age and other people I made friends there. They're all quite friendly but I seem so quiet to them cos I freaking don't speak manadrin. GOSH. Faizah, thank God you weren't there else you'll prolly throw a fit cos they even gave some instructions in manadrin. Haha, I know, sucide. AND DON'T HIT ME. ME AND GEORGE HAD NO IDEA IT WAS JASON'S CONCERT TILL WE WERE THERE. HIT GEORGE! Manadrin was so widely spoken that even I unconsciously responded in manadrin too and yesssssss it was awfully weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefered Rod Stewart's concert tho... At least there weren't snobbish girls. OMFB! And caucasians, they so like to tip George. And there wasn't this screwed up guy working with us then. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; had the best dream last night. I dreamt of Adelle kinda crying and she told me it was Ben's As results and she said Ben just texted her his grades. She was gonna tell me when I woke up because my alarm rang. WTH. Damnnit. It could have just made my day. Yess if you don't know already, he's a brother I don't neeed. Sheeesh,well, it's today for him. He's sucha genius, dreams need to be more convincing to make me buy it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heck, he's gonna make it anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3166075125582148605?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3166075125582148605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3166075125582148605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3166075125582148605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3166075125582148605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/03/ladeedumdum.html' title='LADEEDUMDUM'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SbCNctEADtI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Or_6fFtnw0Q/s72-c/rodstewart121208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-7334599752022868169</id><published>2009-02-25T23:13:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:29:43.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foursome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SaVg-u-ZlfI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Lgn4NxMm4S8/s1600-h/DSC01670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306754366803908082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SaVg-u-ZlfI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Lgn4NxMm4S8/s320/DSC01670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm appreciating the little things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Helllo world. Back from adventures with thivya, nadia and faizah. I think so far being in poly means escort services for all the JC people. Oh gosh, but it has been lonnngggggggggg. It was some random ulu place with nice scenery before chilling at the esplanade once we got Thivya. It has been ages since we lepaked and rambled on and on, this time with good yumm donuts and a shady spot. (and delish eyecandy. Hi 5 Faizah!) But why am I suddenly so loud and aggressive? I thought I always were..lol. Oh but seriously, good times. Let's do it again when we can. (: Now you know not to mess with a hungry Amanda at BK. Heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Got the mp3 from Jovyn at 9pm after two weeeks my dear boy. Made me climb the stupid overhead bridge &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TWICE!&lt;/span&gt; But we ended up chit-chating for over an hour on the overhead bridge (which made us look like stupid fickle-minded sucidal teenagers to drivers below). Welll must say he's super driven and ambitious now eh? Tution services, this that, tryna start his own thing. Hmm, not bad. Business acumen, he has it. I look at Jovyn and I see faces of S.R. Nathan and boy, it is divine. He made me guilty tho, about not working. Gosh. I ended up yelling you're only seventeen so relax, you want to earn your first million at 25, marry at 30 right? I geddit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tsk, boys. We have our inside jokes about Ruben too. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've also been working out (people !), twice a week at least, I've promised myself. Ruben we can see who gets fitter faster. Lol. So I swam with faizah and nadia on monday. Heh. Someone got checked out by a nine year old at the pool huh? God has been listening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306762873591841314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SaVot5OsQiI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/3ctnV2YcK88/s320/DSC01615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306762322874943746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SaVoN1pjSQI/AAAAAAAAB_I/Us0HOYBWN7o/s320/DSC01586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This one we were totally all jumping. Your feet is not touching the ground faizah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306761900608286722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SaVn1QlVcAI/AAAAAAAAB_A/DO2WD4Xp5yE/s320/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306761602623925186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SaVnj6gU68I/AAAAAAAAB-4/nA_dxGiJrsk/s320/DSC01662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The dirty joke your father never got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-7334599752022868169?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7334599752022868169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=7334599752022868169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7334599752022868169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/7334599752022868169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/02/foursome.html' title='Foursome.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SaVg-u-ZlfI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Lgn4NxMm4S8/s72-c/DSC01670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-8687221132187564903</id><published>2009-02-22T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:38:18.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY!! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nocturnal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-8687221132187564903?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8687221132187564903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=8687221132187564903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8687221132187564903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/8687221132187564903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/02/random_22.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-2279677317338710547</id><published>2009-02-21T00:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:33:19.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUB.</title><content type='html'>Here's missing the best of Survivor. Gabon was seriously the besttt and the crystal sugar randy madness was the most awesome drama blindsides the world has and will &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EVAAA &lt;/span&gt;see. It was the only only ONLY show I religously watched every friday night, got me through my O levels and I pay tribute to it. And at least the hotties were there. Damn Tocantins, no eyecandy. Hello? Even Exile Island is like... Exile Desert. I wonder how Bob the millionaire is getting on. Retire already, Mr Physics? Right, till I win my million at Survivor. HA. Remember, Survivor Punggol. It will happen. TV has to be more enticing since I'm taking a dip in Media. Change will happen. Heheh. (Yeah I'll so eat up my words after I take my module on media laws in Singapore.) Like there's anything new to learn anyway. Censorship is overrated, forever and ever and ever amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyebrow threading with Faizah, Nadia and Julailah at Little India was...interesting,painstakenly worrying,bearable and still fun. I was such a suaku la. My eyebrows are more defined now, niceee. Food was also good at Little India. Next time Ruben or Mangay should bring us around to eat, hehe. And can I just say Raffles City is such an evilllllll place, you see gorgeous things you cannot buy. Blooody hell. It so gives you the urge to splurge tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3, JOVYN YEOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Schooless? Hello enrollment package, where the &lt;em&gt;hell &lt;/em&gt;are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOSTER, MR.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;B1 you are missssed. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-2279677317338710547?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2279677317338710547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=2279677317338710547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2279677317338710547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/2279677317338710547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/02/blub.html' title='BLUB.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-778615348667499228</id><published>2009-02-15T13:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:19:37.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SZelklQ16cI/AAAAAAAAB-o/QDjnVM6n49c/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302889134148676034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SZelklQ16cI/AAAAAAAAB-o/QDjnVM6n49c/s320/DSC01536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FOUND MY CAMERA CABLE! Yeah hooray for that else my dad's gonna kill me, it's been missing for longg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, newfound freedom found, I'm back to pigging out again. What a life. The last few days were spent with Nadia and Faizah, basically bumming around. Ahhhh I love that. We must take trips around different estates again! Remember to bring the flashing neon signs that says adopt me tho. Fancy houses. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; fancy houses-that-look-like-resorts. Hoho. As evil as I sound, I seriously think our lives (as drama as it already was in bowen,) would have been way hit-over-maximum-we-have-a-winner drama if someone got pregnant. Yes, that evil. Not one was us, course. CHOY. I'm still dreaming about it,lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M1 sucksssss. I'll never get a new phone at the rate it's going. I've got my eye on F480 or W902. For you, I'll wait. The pathetic K750i's battery is waning as each day passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, somebody's jealous I'm flying to Brisbane over the May/June break eh. Winter and smoking hot dudes with more garments on. It's a sin. It disobeys the very rules of nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random note, Ms Loh told me to aspire to be a news anchor on Channel News Asia. Super cool, but war journalist/ danger jobs sounds more appealing. Heheh. Right. We'll see. My dad still told me to sign on with the army for a scholarship..? Still cool..I guess?, I'll give him that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are urging me to go find a job already. With my lazy nature, yes, still searching. Weirdly, I'm actually worried that since I'm no longer studying, in THAT way, my command of english would maybe falter. Well, it better not. It's probably the only thing I'm proud of. Mangay's still right about a condescending world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They say if you want to make God laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;all you have to do is tell him your plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-778615348667499228?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/778615348667499228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=778615348667499228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/778615348667499228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/778615348667499228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SZelklQ16cI/AAAAAAAAB-o/QDjnVM6n49c/s72-c/DSC01536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-4198060966842518302</id><published>2009-02-08T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:36:28.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past week has been better, gradually as the days past. So yeap. Hopefully everything turns out olright. So far we've gone for lectures, done college dance which was hilarious. Next week would be more fun and games after being allocated into classes. Lit would be exciting since we're dealing with sex, lesbianism, christianity in one novel and more creepy emo freaky stuff in another. How kinky. Melody finally being in sr plays a big part I guess. Hahaha. So I'll just wait for monday and see what's next. Being in situations like these makes me trust and surrender everything to God alot more. Learning daily to let go of my insecurities, fears, anxieties and disappointments, to not lean on my strength and understanding but in His provisions and His promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So we'll all be okay. Have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YALL THO! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-4198060966842518302?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4198060966842518302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=4198060966842518302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4198060966842518302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/4198060966842518302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-week-has-been-better-gradually-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-5340018421748096703</id><published>2009-02-03T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:48:39.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausting.</title><content type='html'>GERCHAARRR. I miss bowen, omg, so so so SO MUCH. Now that I've felt first hand what it's like to graduate, seen, touch and taste everything, seriously the only thing I want to do now is to turn back time and run back into bowen, see my friends and be with them. Trust me, it sucks. Big time. I didn't know how to appreciate the time I had in bowen previously and heellllllllllllllll, all I want to do now is to do just that. Getting mentally prepared for everything isn't easy, it's mind draining. Keeping pessimistic thoughts out of your head is equally just as hard, keeping your chin up, trying to see everything in a brighter light. They're all really exhausting, physically &amp;amp; mentally. I don't know what got into me but yes, this is what I'm feeling now. Studying and everything hasn't even started, I'm wondering if I'm able to handle it. I need more than direction. I need so much of focus, hard work, perseverance and a new mood. I doubt my ability and myself. So many 'what ifs'. Of course the only way to dispel them is through my actions. But really, nobody knows and there's no guarantee. I just get so afraid thinking about it, fear doesn't make me think straight or give me any drive, it just makes me lose control of my mind. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, really. Help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing now I can do is in prayer. For calmness, peace and confidence. For me to actually be in the right place meant for me. To not lose control. For everyone else who doesn't to feel the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-5340018421748096703?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5340018421748096703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=5340018421748096703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5340018421748096703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/5340018421748096703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/02/exhausting.html' title='Exhausting.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-9088967935906618253</id><published>2009-02-01T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:44:15.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not that simple.</title><content type='html'>Uncertainty must be the worst feeling in the world. At least if a decision is made, I'll spend two days probably crying my eyes out and then settle down but what am I gonna do for a week? Or more..? Oh god. And then I probably can't feel attached to any school just yet. I can't ignore the fact that my parents are alive and kicking and they are kinda reluctant, wait wrong word to use, they are.. adamant that I do not study in a JC. Gosh and seriously, parental support is still so vital in surviving anything if not two years will be eternal hell..And a hell lot more. I can't stand not having any moral backup at home, I'll prolly collapse. Gaaahhhh. I think I might die of a mental illness in the future, not car accident. Wait, maybe both. Ha. Mann it's fustrating like crap. I want to live in a fishbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to wherever I'm going, whatever I'm doing, heck, I'll take it like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happppy seventeen birthday all you january babies. (: Nadia, Melody and Bailin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-9088967935906618253?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/9088967935906618253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=9088967935906618253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/9088967935906618253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/9088967935906618253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-that-simple.html' title='it&apos;s not that simple.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3410395480359712434</id><published>2009-01-29T22:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:08:22.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE YEAR OLDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SYG-YkwmqCI/AAAAAAAAB-g/pHlKmrjO6PQ/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296723966158088226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SYG-YkwmqCI/AAAAAAAAB-g/pHlKmrjO6PQ/s320/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some five year old dragged me to the zoo today in the morning. Seriously like never see animals before. Hehe, but we had a great time thanks to my supeeerrrr sense of direction. I got to see my horsies! Horses are prettty and they're not like rhinos. Ha. That idiot kept insisting the animals were fake if they didn't move so either Snow White had to jump out of nowhere and start singing if not I had to be very patient. God. And I spoke chinese for the rest of the day. And AHA I can speak! (: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296722040596107042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SYG8ofe2jyI/AAAAAAAAB-I/eIWuCYA5NkA/s320/DSC01286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SYG-GKxZu8I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/D42uAUyrJhg/s1600-h/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296723649944468418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SYG-GKxZu8I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/D42uAUyrJhg/s320/DSC01281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SYG9TqByadI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qxORJT8Q1TU/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296722782161365458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SYG9TqByadI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qxORJT8Q1TU/s320/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh gosh and the squirrels were just the things can. I feel like bringing one home to keep Coco company and mannnn, can it run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW seriously, qi er? It's too cute a name for a penguin la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH so after the zoo the stupid five year old couldn't let me know where on earth we were going (like going Narnia like that) and MRTed me to harbourfront. Do what? Cable car. Only when we were so close to the tower then let me know. And then I was protesting all the way to the fifteenth floor and into the enclosed cage. Gaaahhh. I know, to be conquered by a five year old, I'll let you know how it feels. It sucks. But fine, the scenery was very nice I'll give you that. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dinner starts, I'm the five year old. Ohh but it was goood, pasta and ice creamm. Yes spoilt crazy when it's not my birthday. Yaynesss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20649904-3410395480359712434?l=dramadem0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3410395480359712434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20649904&amp;postID=3410395480359712434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3410395480359712434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20649904/posts/default/3410395480359712434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramadem0n.blogspot.com/2009/01/five-year-olds.html' title='FIVE YEAR OLDS.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/THEurUX1-QI/AAAAAAAACOE/W8IwZdwnTSU/S220/DSC07751.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SYG-YkwmqCI/AAAAAAAAB-g/pHlKmrjO6PQ/s72-c/DSC01236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649904.post-3392045727969072948</id><published>2009-01-26T23:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:35:59.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SX3YJ2M_gsI/AAAAAAAAB9w/0l0HxoSM3-k/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295626400538002114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SX3YJ2M_gsI/AAAAAAAAB9w/0l0HxoSM3-k/s320/DSC01196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello true blue chinese me. Even though I certainly don't speak, hey! I got that bloody B3. There must be some chinese blood somewhere. Deep deep deeeeeep down. But oh, happy chinese new year everyone. It's the time of the year where hokkien kicks manadrin's ass. Like, if you speak manadrin you're cool. If you speak hokkien, you're cooler. Okay not really but I won't understand much what people are talking about. And so Mangay, when are we gonna master the new language? I still remember we created the book on hokkien words and phrases in Sec 3 or 4. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway that little cousin is adorable. He's bursting with energy, his ambition is to work on construction sites, he loves drawing cranes and vehicles and he loves Ben 10. NO NOT MOTHERLY INSTINCTS. Everyone knows how I am to children. Just not my favourite things. He's the best because he doesn't care how darn well I do for my exams. Love that kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drats. I didn't get any shots of the food. But trust me, it's supppa goooooooooooood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;RANDOM: weird things weird people do on buses&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295632093462730658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SX3dVOABF6I/AAAAAAAAB94/3_wMwkYYVKU/s320/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295632511984821538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYKDv1rYwx0/SX3dtlHdZSI/AAAAAAAAB-A/G2qXH64m4Ak/s320/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently when we get really bored. That was the time Mangay got us lost in Clementi when we were poly-hopping too. Just trust my sense of direction all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh did I mention? I have to be a parking attendant someday, just for kicks. If you want to be feared, you want to get even with people, you want that power, this is the job. Ha. I would really get runned down if I tried. After that it'll be fun if it's possible joining SIA cabin crew, fly for a few years for freee and travel. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's that. 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