<?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-1256713932371839981</id><updated>2011-12-30T09:42:53.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LATITUDE WITH ATTITUDE</title><subtitle type='html'>We Need A Little Push To Do Something - A Push That Can Make The Biggest Difference In Our Lives.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-8364883367653503841</id><published>2009-03-10T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:24:33.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEN HOW???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How abt Tze Min?? If she's not free too, then what's the point of me going to KL wor... Tho it's ok that you guys won't be able to bring me ard KL (which I dun really looking forward to after all), but then you'll be busy with your school almost the whole day..&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/1256713932371839981-8364883367653503841?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8364883367653503841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=8364883367653503841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8364883367653503841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8364883367653503841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/then-how.html' title='THEN HOW???'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-8857562306876016984</id><published>2009-03-08T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:33:16.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey you guys. hmm hmm, the guy story wasn't that complicated as i thought. haha.. yeah well, good thing you waited a little while more before you told him. some guys can't be trusted 1, he also dunno sek mok one, that girl got bf d ma.. hmm hmm dun care him already laa.. must be strong. there's nothing about guys that can tear us down, remember that =) it's woman's day anywayss!! wuu huuu.. lol lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh christine. you wan come can also.. weekdays also can. but i dunno how wan bring you around eh. cuz i'm having my mid term tests starting from this week till the 24th of april, week after week. it's reli important fr my assesment.. my coming one is on the 13th march and 19th march. =) and erm i finish class at around 6 everyday. i sked you boring at my place wo.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-8857562306876016984?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8857562306876016984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=8857562306876016984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8857562306876016984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8857562306876016984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-5946368850791012916</id><published>2009-02-26T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T03:03:28.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to forget him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;There's one this guy...I knew him from my club. He's my senior, graduating this year. Basically, I liked him since the first time I saw him. It's funny, but yup...I fall in love with him the first time I saw him and that was during my club briefing. They had this something like a talk to tell more about the club and what kind of expectations they would expect from the new members. So yup, he was invited to the front to give a talk cos he holds some high position in the club. Thought he was a malay, based on his skin colour. Guess what...when I saw him, all my mind said was, "wow, this guy is so good-looking". I didn't really listen to what he was talking about, I was focusing more on his face. Haha... But I also told myself that 'No! Remember...you can't go with Malay guy!'. But it only last for a while when I finally found out that he's a Chinese, which caused my feeling to him started all over again! However, it's not his look that makes me fall into him. Because if I like someone bcos of his look, my feeling to that guy will not last for a long time. It was his personality that caused me to fall for him until almost a year by now. He's a nice and really an-easy-going person. I feel so easy to mix around with him. He crack jokes most of the time. I love being around with people who crack jokes around. It makes me easy to talk with them. So yup, from time to time my feeling for him growing stronger and stronger. You will never believe me but I decided to tell him my feeling during our club Annual Dinner &amp;amp; Dance this Saturday. But something stops me from doing what I'm about to do. My sis, added him in MSN. She didn't meant anything. She just thought of making friend with him and see what is so special about him until her 'this-little-sister' can fall into him M-A-D-L-Y. Recently my sis chatted with him in the MSN. He told my sis that he likes this one gurl and he even confessed to her recently. Worst, I know who is this gurl. She's in the club too. To be frank, I did notice that this guy been hanging around quite a lot with the gurl lately. But I tried to convince myself that they are just friends since I heard that the gurl already has a boyfriend. But...to really find out the truth that the guy actually confessed to the gurl really hurts me a lot. How stupid I am for trying to lied to myself that he and that gurl are not having any special feeling to each other when it was pretty obvious there is something going on between them!! I talked to the guy in the MSN few days ago. I even told him that I have something to tell him. He wanted me to tell him at that time itself. But I guess I still don't have the nerve to confess to him yet during that time. But after knowing that he just confessed to another gurl, I don't think I will ever tell him my feeling towards him. I don't see any point telling him that I like him when I knew that he likes another gurl.. To be frank, I don't feel like going to my club Annual Dinner &amp;amp; Dance anymore bcos I don't feel like I have the guts to face him after knowing all the truth. I worried that he can sense the coldness in me towards him. Even the gurl, I don't know how to face her. I know it's not her fault that the guy fall for her. But I feel like it's not my fault too that I can't treat her nicely after knowing everything that is going on between the guy and her. My sis told me that they gurl still haven't give any answer yet but I couldn't care less about it. I don't want to know anything about him anymore. I hurts me more and more. I'm trying very hard now not to think about the guy anymore. But I guess it will take me some times to really get ride of him from my mind. Its hard...but I will try. I think he's the first guy that I really falls into. It's okay....I guess I just need time to really forget him and look for another guy. After all people alway say: There are a lot more fishes in the sea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ANYWAY VAN, I'm planning to stay at your place if confirm I go to KL. I don't know anybody else except You &amp;amp; Tze Min in KL.. Is that okay with you??! Anyway, so far I plan to go back on 16th till 27th of March. So I'll be going to KL somewhere in between those dates. Just asking...is it has to be weekend? Can I go weekdays???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/1256713932371839981-5946368850791012916?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5946368850791012916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=5946368850791012916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5946368850791012916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5946368850791012916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/it.html' title='It&apos;s hard to forget him...'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-6612942696030364191</id><published>2009-02-25T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:26:30.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and.. I don't agree that all guys are great. Some are evil pure evil meany ppl who are born to break our hearts. hahahahah. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-6612942696030364191?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6612942696030364191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=6612942696030364191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6612942696030364191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6612942696030364191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-5399685769205495281</id><published>2009-02-25T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:25:03.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hey my darlings~~ haha.. sorry for my absence. Ms Yap, you haven't been answering my questions. I ASK YOU, "how are you wei!" hahaha. Oh yea,happy thinking day ppl. I know I'm few days late. Haha.. Singapore's Thinking day seems to be more exciting than Msia one. LOL. Aww, missing those days with Mdm Vijaya. How she would tell us last minute and expect some results.. Ahahaha. So fun to be push to work harder =p=p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh goodie, where ya staying if you're coming up kl? Hahaa.. Yesshhh, I think i'll be free. If no free also will make free. Hahaa.. RITE xiao min?? =p=p Oh christine, i did an impossible. Hahhaa. I met up with Darren the other day. BELIEVE IT OR NOT? *I'm walking on air!* Ahahaa.. He came up KL and i met with him lol lol. Oh well~~ just let us know when you coming up and i'll bring you around with jinny. ahahha =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with much love and hugs and kissess,, muuakk muuaaak, Vannie~~~ =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-5399685769205495281?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5399685769205495281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=5399685769205495281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5399685769205495281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5399685769205495281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-my-darlings-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-3957935016466172755</id><published>2009-02-24T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:03:20.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so going to KL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES YES!! Most probably I'll be going to KL this March!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make sure U &amp;amp; Van have time to bring me around k!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think this time round should be confirm jadi wan cos I'll be going back for quite a long period..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I did messaged Puan Vijaya the other day to wish her Happy Thinking Day and she asked me to join Malacca Thinking Day on 28th February. But obviously I can't make it cos I'll  be having my club Annual Dinner &amp;amp; Dance. Can't cancel it cos I already pay for it and it caused a hole in my pocket!! Hahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-3957935016466172755?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3957935016466172755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=3957935016466172755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3957935016466172755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3957935016466172755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-going-to-kl.html' title='I&apos;m so going to KL!!!'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-4993573610645165163</id><published>2009-02-21T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:46:52.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...It's alive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Shucks, Christine!! I totally forgot bout Thinking Day!! not that i haven't been thinking alot every single day =..= but still Happy Thinking Day!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still remember your joke bout 'why not have Thinking Day on September 22nd my birthday, instead of the 22nd of February??' Hahah...seriously that's the only way i remember your birthday so well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Them Singaporeans sure have style, awesome pics by the way. Dunno how we Malaysian Guides are gonna celebrate it, but I don't think i'll be joining this celebration. It just feels different without you people around. Oh, and my whole sash of badges have been collecting dusts in case you're wondering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And why's the emo-ness over another guy again? Blame it on bad luck or wrong-diagnosis this time, you're just gonna keep finding for the right one who appreciates you sista! Seriously, I don't think you really mean it when you said all guys meant nothing right???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well, at least you still have me...and Vanny and rachie..we'll be very worthy of your lurve!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't wait to see you in March. Hope you can come up to KL though, cause i don't think i'll be going back to melaka so often now...sadness...But we can go explore around KL, can have another sleepover at Vanny's if you want. Yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-4993573610645165163?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4993573610645165163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=4993573610645165163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4993573610645165163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4993573610645165163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/shucks-christine-i-totally-forgot-bout.html' title='Finally...It&apos;s alive!!!'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-7567247545242298238</id><published>2009-02-21T18:43:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:54:56.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thinking Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi gals... If you still remember, tomorrow is the World Thinking Day for Girl Guides... I went for Singapore World Thinking Day celebration today. It was fun! They had performances, award-giving stuff and the best part, it was celebrated in an indoor stadium. Here are some of the pictures I took.. Might be a bit far cos used my handphone to take..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305213782635347922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SZ_n07t8f9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ad7wwA3duXY/s400/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305213923541678370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SZ_n9IooeSI/AAAAAAAAADY/vCTkY_PgJSg/s400/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you see the World Flag somewhere in the middle??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305214147311604946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SZ_oKKPilNI/AAAAAAAAADg/4H2bcy_UK3A/s400/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Performances by some of the secondary students...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-7567247545242298238?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7567247545242298238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=7567247545242298238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7567247545242298238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7567247545242298238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-thinking-day.html' title='Happy Thinking Day!!'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SZ_n07t8f9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ad7wwA3duXY/s72-c/DSC00400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-1095441058620889079</id><published>2009-02-21T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:34:44.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth tear up my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;the guy that i likes, finally broke my heart by the truth that he confessed a gurl. yup, he has the rite to do that so. &amp;amp; i hv no rite to stop him from doing that but it just hurt me, deeply by knowing the truth. thanks to everything and i've learnt my lesson: never rely anything from guys as they are just meant for you to cry over, nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SZ7Y7D7PAQI/AAAAAAAAACo/TbJYof8T1b0/s1600-h/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304915920266658050" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SZ7Y7D7PAQI/AAAAAAAAACo/TbJYof8T1b0/s400/heartbroken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-1095441058620889079?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1095441058620889079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=1095441058620889079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1095441058620889079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1095441058620889079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/truth-tear-up-my-heart.html' title='the truth tear up my heart'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SZ7Y7D7PAQI/AAAAAAAAACo/TbJYof8T1b0/s72-c/heartbroken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-394114252758163942</id><published>2009-02-20T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:48:45.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our next appointment will be in march!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;hey hey!! i'm going back to malacca soon (i guess and should be bah). i left with one more exam paper to go and i'll have 7 weeks of holiday!! anyway, 2 of my classmates planning to follow me back to malacca. they wanna wander around malacca. i guess that shouldnt be any problem as they only will be staying for 3 days 2 nites while i'll stay for longer period, roughly around 2 weeks. hope this time round i'll enjoy myself very much in malacca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-394114252758163942?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/394114252758163942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=394114252758163942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/394114252758163942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/394114252758163942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-meet-up.html' title='our next appointment will be in march!!'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-1844370566370494415</id><published>2008-09-12T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:01:34.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WOMEN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm back after a few months of dissapearance..did you miss me??? of course you do...LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;anyway Christine, what's with the nice man ugly man post? =..= who broke your heart wor? Haha, but as ironic as it sounds some are quite true though lets not believe all of it (I know Van won't agree, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So bout my new course, I know Christine you wanna know whether if my class got any leng chai that caught my eyes right?? Well just like what you posted it somehow rings true so bleah...nice to see but not so nice to talk to...nice to talk to but not quite nice to see...nice to see and nice to talk to but are too shy/ already taken..LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But of course guys apart, we don't really have much time to go look around for life partners you know!!! The pharmacy course is killing me slowly. So much to study in so little time. Sighs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well Van, if ever you see this, me and christine were just talking bout meeting up during the raya holidays. Will you be back? Please say yes...&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/1256713932371839981-1844370566370494415?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1844370566370494415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=1844370566370494415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1844370566370494415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1844370566370494415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-women.html' title='HELLO WOMEN!!!'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-4779912135910713186</id><published>2008-08-16T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:40:19.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Think About...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ladies today are still single:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The nice men are ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The handsome men are not nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The handsome and nice men are gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The handsome men without money are after our money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money are cowards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and never make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative...&lt;/span&gt;&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/1256713932371839981-4779912135910713186?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4779912135910713186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=4779912135910713186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4779912135910713186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4779912135910713186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something To Think About...'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-6139054469431581751</id><published>2008-08-06T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:43:04.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Van!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey Van, I removed the i-web music from this blog cos I uploaded my video inside. There are songs in the video. I just thought that the video would be nicer to watch with the songs. Is that okay??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-6139054469431581751?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6139054469431581751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=6139054469431581751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6139054469431581751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6139054469431581751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/ps.html' title='Sorry Van!!!'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-2804289523570554916</id><published>2008-08-06T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:31:47.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi everyone (sounds like so many ppl when it’s actually just Van and Tze Min. Haha..)! I’m back again…after for like 3 weeks of my last post in this blog =) Well, actually wanted to jot down something earlier on but I was pretty busy with projects last few weeks. Usually when I’m busy with something, I wouldn’t want to spend time on blogging cos I knew the fact that I will just end up writing for like 2-3 lines only. Can’t think of anything to write when my mind is so packed with stuff. So I need time where I don’t really have anything to do and not to worry that I have some other project that haven’t completed. Example of right time is right now. ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw both of you gals took some effort to scribble something in here which gave me some excitement to keep this blog alive even though all of us may be busy will our own stuff and responsibilities. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was my last day of presentation. After this I will have one week of study week and next…EXAM!!! Glad that this sem I only have 3 written exam papers. Some of my subjects only involve projects. So no exam. In fact, I will even have my sem break earlier than the school scheduled since I only have to sit for 3 papers in 2 weeks compared to some other courses in my school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you gals know what…I learnt something new these few days!! I learnt how to make a movie using Window Movie Maker. Wish that I could post the video in this blog. After I’m done with this post, I will see if I can include the video in this blog. It’s my first video!! I know that it may sound something very normal to you all but not to me, I guess. It’s like an achievement to me!! Well…it won’t be anymore when I have to do it regularly. It would be a pain then… Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yaa Van, to answer your question…well yeah…I grew thinner and prettier now. Haha…what a thick-skinned person. No lar..Christine will always remain the same. Nothing changed. Neither internal nor external. As for your another question (when I'm going back to Malacca) I guess it would be somewhere in early Oct. Even though the whole Sept is actually part of my sem break, but I dun plan to go back. Firstly is that of course I planned to work. Hehe.. Secondly, I intend to ask my parents to come into Singapore in Sept. I want to bring them around Singapore since it has been quite a while they had not come to here. I wouldn't want them to come in when I'm having school. So holiday is the right time! Thirdly, I'm in progress of learning sign language. Still in beginner level. Surprised huh? I'm sure you gals gonna ask why on Earth would I want to learn it? Well...there's no really main reason for it. I guess it's just my interest. =) Don't ask me again why I take this course k! I hate it when ppl question me so much on what I do. To me, as long as it is not an offence to anybody and did not cause any burden to anyone, there's nothing wrong committing into something that people may not consider doing it. =) So...my beginner level will only end somewhere in the middle of Sept. So I can't go back Malacca until I completed that level. Lastly, I'm also on one month skating lesson now for every weekends (Sat &amp;amp; Sun). Well..since I have to attend the skating lesson, I can't really work for one month. This lead to my first reason to why I want to work in Sept. I need to reserve some money for my schooling and also my outside courses and activities. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay…I’m quite tired now since I had duty from 12-7 pm just now. I was on duty for an event organised by my school. Some sort of Sports Day. But it’s just a running only. It’s called Poly 50. Why 50? Because every participating groups will have to run 50 rounds. Every round is 600m. Some sort of a relay kind of running. Okay, I’m gonna stop here since I can’t think of anything else to write anymore. Hope that we will keep everybody updated will stuff going on around us since it seems that for time being this is the only way for us to keep update abt everybody. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh hey...this blog is cool man!! Can upload video!! So take a look at my video k! Ermm...sorry to say but only good comments will be accepted. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-22fdef192d6d3b06" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22fdef192d6d3b06%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330439082%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FE3963DD0E716A7AD9A8E2182F29F68E6D36931.44F670A3465B45F973A6185C287E2F27F090798B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22fdef192d6d3b06%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHGkYncQ3cCd-jJkleelt1pX-J78&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22fdef192d6d3b06%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330439082%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FE3963DD0E716A7AD9A8E2182F29F68E6D36931.44F670A3465B45F973A6185C287E2F27F090798B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22fdef192d6d3b06%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHGkYncQ3cCd-jJkleelt1pX-J78&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-2804289523570554916?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=22fdef192d6d3b06&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2804289523570554916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=2804289523570554916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2804289523570554916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2804289523570554916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-back-again.html' title='She&apos;s back again!!!'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-8042544864791711501</id><published>2008-07-22T12:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:43:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa's Posting on First Week in IMU</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Hello my darlings! Hahaaa.. Yea, IMU stands for International Medical University. Oh, christine.! How I long to see you once again? Have you grown thinner, prettier? When you coming back? I hope soon enough. Eeeeeeee, Puan Vijaya didn't ask me to escort oso. TT Yea I heard that my junoirs in my school got their awards, without actually completing finishing it. But they got it from Johor, we get it from Sabah. At least we got to fly! LOL. Hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Just an update, the people here in my university seems all so... SMART? and I being the... erm... not so hardworking one have to change my plans and start being like a smart ass too. Oh well, I've meet nice people here, though not really the ones that staying in the same apartment as me. I met friends that travel to classes from various parts of KL. And yea,, TZE MIN, got lots of leng chai for u to meet. But erm some aare....HAHAHHAA. Okay. I shall not mention here. How I wish you were here Tze Min. Then we can go classes together. Hmmm, well the campus here is actually very nice. Not really just one small building as you see outside. They are practically expanding and it's getting really niceerrrr. Hehehe.. I still haven't get used to the people here, everyone wears formal clothes. Guys and girls, which makes it hard for me to dress up in the morning. I have not many formal clothes you see! Hahaaa.. Okayla so since Christine can't really read, I MAKE THE FONT BIGGER. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;So, please tell me that we are really going Genting this end of the year? I'm really looking forward to it. Yea, I was told that we need to book at least more than one month earlier. My mum can help us to book, maybe for a cheaper rate. HEHE. So, who else is going so far? ME, YOU, and Tze Min, Rachel.. I can't remember who else. Let me know. So should i just book one room and we all share share sempit? Hehee.. Christine, got any leng chai or(BF) you wan to bring to genting not? ehehe.. Okayla.. I gotta go. I'm blogging at the library, everyone is completing staring at me. Till then, I miss you guys LOTS LOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-8042544864791711501?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8042544864791711501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=8042544864791711501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8042544864791711501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8042544864791711501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/vanessa.html' title='Vanessa&apos;s Posting on First Week in IMU'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-8963454997299551827</id><published>2008-07-19T08:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:39:31.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of love from tze min</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoa Christine...You're in one of your good mood aren't you? You sounds so happy..haha..Glad to hear you're really enjoying your campus life, it sounds really fun to me. I'm loving it here in UCSI too (stands for University College Sedaya International). Eventhough I haven't join any society or club or cca or whatever in particular, there's really alot of things to keep me busy. But I like being busy, it gives you a purpose right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since Van can't really blog much now for her campus don't have a internet connection, I'll just answer your question for her. Well IMU stands for International Medical University (ya...I know sounds very yeng), but I don't like there cause got no shops around :x Poor Vanny, but she still come to see me often for my campus is not that far from her and besides, she has got some free transport system (coughs coughs...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking back on our Queen guides days really, yea of course I still remember the whole-day rushing that we did in Pn V's house (remember the glass flowers that you broke Christine??) and not to mention crying and condemning Pn Nik or whoever that tested us during the Bengkel Pesuruhjaya time. But but..the best memories is still when we were actually sitting in that aeroplane that's fully sponsored and flying on our way to Sabah...Aaahh...the memories... It's sad to hear that Queen guides is of lower standards now. 100??? Are you kidding me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But nevermind, at least i've got my fond memories to keep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224517318892267138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SIE20iNzJoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9pwDuKGDudM/s400/GUIDES+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With our dear Pn Vijaya and 2 more guiders =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224516676835027474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SIE2PKXbKhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pNtN-sl_xQI/s400/GUIDES+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Remember the kebayas? And and...the handkerchief dance??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to my campus life. Well lectures have been really tough. I'm studying like everyday is a major exams, it is that bad, and also because my classmates are really like a bunch of kiasu people (can fight with your singaporean classmates wei..). But studies aside, I've met a bunch of really interesting friends. They're a funny bunch I tell you. And and...near my campus here got the biggest pasar malam in the whole of Malaysia (that's what I hear lah!) and it's really really long...selling alot of things . I think it will take me the whole of 4 years here to try everything out. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok...i'm stopping here now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-8963454997299551827?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8963454997299551827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=8963454997299551827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8963454997299551827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8963454997299551827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/lots-of-love-from-tze-min.html' title='Lots of love from tze min'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SIE20iNzJoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9pwDuKGDudM/s72-c/GUIDES+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-8460228921362378937</id><published>2008-07-18T13:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:56:24.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's me!! *again* &amp; will always be me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hi gals!! haha...i'm back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.I.N.A.L.L.Y...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gosh..it really seems likes all of us are getting apart from each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;anyway van, IMU stand for what? swt...you gals used so many short forms that i don't even know those words stand for what...-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;well, basically i'm super damn busy woman now (ooppsss...should be lady. sounds nicer. hehe..). you gals might thought that i'm pretty busy with my part-time job which actually IS NOT. i rarely work anymore now. if i even get to work once a week, it's already considered a blessing to me. well, besides the fact that tons and tons of assiggnments plus projects (which i'm used to it already and as usual..everything last minute completion) i also took out one cca in my this 2nd year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;CCA ---&gt; co-curricular activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;hey! when mentioned abt last minute completion right, it reminds me back to our queen guides day. not really something that we should proud off (i mean all the last minute attitude we had) but i really miss those days where we get together most of the time. it was like we became sisters to each other!! oh oh...talk abt queen guides, did you gals hear or heard anything abt this year (07/08) queen guides award ceremony??!! it was at johor. puan vijaya and puan sio actually asked me if i can actually escort this year queen guides throughout the whole ceremony. but i can't since i have presentation on that week. if only i don't have any presentation on that day, i sure will accept that offer. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;so, did puan vijaya call you gals abt it? puan sio told me that if they can't get me to go, they might ask you and tze min whether can go or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;what surprised me was that this year they have over hundred girls receiving the queen guides award from the queen. and worst, some of them haven't even totally completed their test!! they are taking it at johor few days before they going to receive the award. sounds funny (or in fact weird) huh??! well, actually puan sio told me how this kind of thing can happen. but i can't write it off at here. it's a racist issue. well, i think u all can roughly guess what is it about right??! if cannot, then the next time when i see you gals remind me to say it out abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So, back to my cca topic, it's called SPARC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;SPARC ---&gt; Singapore Polytechnic Ambossador Relation Corps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sounds cool huh?! well...it is!! i love this cca so much that i decided to change my earlier on promise which i made in 1st year that i will never take up any cca in poly life. haha...see how great this cca can cause me to let go of the promise i made!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;SPARC, what we do is generally ushering during any event held within the school. we are also representative of Singapore Polytechnic. it some sort of grand and prestigious cca. not easy to get into this cca too. i went through two interviews and finally i am under 2 months of probation now. wahh i tell you gals something...this cca is super damn active in outing. can say that almost every week will have an outing. but sometimes may not be outing but training. this kind of cca requires high professionalism. so the seniors actually arrange a lot of traning (or what they call deportment) class for junior. worst is that we have to join or attend any of the outing they organised for us. they actually apply merit and demerit system into the cca. sounds strict huh? but of course if got valid reason then they won't give demerit points la.. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;lucky thing now i don't stay with my parents anymore. if not then very difficult for me to give commitment to this kind of cca. you know my parents la..don't really support this kind of thing. but now that i stay with my aunt, i can do almost anything that i like. last time when still new, my sis set a lot of rules to me. one of it is that i cannot reach home after 10 pm. but now, i even reach home at 2am bcos of my work and they can't do anything with it. so even though i don't go to work, i can still go back late as long as not too late. last time i dun have the house key mah... but now i own a set of the house key. so MERDEKA dy!! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i still have another one and a half month of school to go before i can get to enjoy my 6 weeks of semester break. gosh....can't wait for my coming holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;seriously, i've been sleeping very little number of hours nowadays. in fact, this few days i kept on missing my first class of the day since i can't wait up in the morning. and my eye-circled getting worst!! haih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i felt terribly sad that i can't go back malacca during weekend. my mum just informed me that durian and rambutan back at my grandma house is fruiting. sad enough to tell my mum that i can't go back until my holiday which will be in sept. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;by the way, i'm really looking forward for our december trip!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;VAN!! my aunt said that if want to stay over at genting, we need to book the hotel room. especially we are going in dec. high occupancy rate! maybe you may even have to book earlier like one month (i guess. i don't really know abt it also.) so,are you going to deal with it or you wan me to help you with that? i dun mind cos i can just ask my aunt or even my sis to help me with that. so you just tell me if you need any of my help k~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;well, i guess i'm gonna stop here. can't think of anything else to write.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;p/s to van and tze min&lt;/span&gt;: the next time when you gals post any blog, enlarge the font pls. although i got perfect eyesight, if you gals maintain the font like now, i guess sooner or later you gals will be seeing me in optical shop choosing glasses!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;okay, that's all for today. pls spend some of your time to jot down some words alrite! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIKE ME&lt;/span&gt;!!! hehe...bye bye!&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/1256713932371839981-8460228921362378937?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8460228921362378937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=8460228921362378937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8460228921362378937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8460228921362378937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-me-again-will-always-be-me.html' title='it&apos;s me!! *again* &amp; will always be me...'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-1656343109240949385</id><published>2008-07-10T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:00:21.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa's Scribblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay. I haven't post anything in a very longggg time. Haha. SORRY. Arh, yes, my dearest Tze Min has just moved up to KL to UCSI- new prospects of life. XD Haha. What have Christine been up to anyways? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And yes, for both of you to know, Vanny is going to IMU in a couple more days. Feeling afraid and scared at the same time- what if I don't fit in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OH WELL. Let's just see what happens won't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And for the Genting trip.. WE ARE SO GOING. After Rachie's STPM. Don't ffk aaa. Lol. Hehe. Till then, keep in touch you guys. I haven't seen Christine in a whilee.. Miss u laa.. Anyways. Take careee!! =)&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/1256713932371839981-1656343109240949385?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1656343109240949385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=1656343109240949385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1656343109240949385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1656343109240949385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/vanessas-scribblings.html' title='Vanessa&apos;s Scribblings'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-5525502458470997609</id><published>2008-07-09T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:45:41.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tze Min's turn to post...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating for soooo soooooooo long (the same goes for you too Vanny!). Well actually i've created another blog elsewhere but i'm still gonna pen things down here once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what's been happening to me? I'm finally in UCSI doing pharmacy, and well it isn't as fun as SAM i have to admit, but i have to get used to it anyway. Classes are way bigger now, and lecturers seems to drone on and on forever (they don't seems to have any sense of humour by the way). But besides that things are really great here. I've met quite a number of interesting people and the place here is rather nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about your plans for Genting at the end of this year. When are we actually gonna go then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-5525502458470997609?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5525502458470997609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=5525502458470997609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5525502458470997609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5525502458470997609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/tze-mins-turn-to-post.html' title='Tze Min&apos;s turn to post...'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-855080725782849400</id><published>2008-05-21T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:41:39.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The return of Christine...</title><content type='html'>hey gals! how's life? well...as for me, i am still alive(that's for sure!). my schedule became more and more pack. class only finish at 5pm except wednesday. but of course there some of the days which i will have quite long break in between my lessons. But monday and tuesday are the worst as i only have one hour break from 9/10 am all the way to 5pm. monday to friday busy with lessons and homeworks. while weekends, i have to work all day. so eventually i don't really have any free day. sounds tiring huh?! but i guess i'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             tze min, how are you there?! the last time i talked to you was in msn. and you replied me for like 15 minutes for every sentences i sent to you. i wondered whether is it that connection problem or you are slowcoach! haha.. anyway, remembered that i told you that i am getting use to singapore?! well...i don't mean that i am starting to forget all my friends in malacca. it's just that i feel that it is good that i can get use to the people and the atmosphere here. actually it's quite difficult if i keep on disliking the place and people here. so i guess i just have to accept that living in different places will give me different kind of people and i just have to bear with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            vanny, how are you there in college or uni?! i also not sure abt it. the last time i remembered that you accepted the offer to take something like chemical engineering course if i'm not mistaken. so how's the course there??! ok ok...let's just not talk about study. how about any hot guys in your class??! haha..that sounds more interesting. sometimes having hot guys around us is good in the sense that these hot guys are the motivation for us to go to school. haha..may not motivates some girls (e.g tze min) but to me, yes! haha..&lt;br /&gt;wanna know one thing?! this sem, i have to take one elective subject. i choosed the one interest me a lot but the problem is that the class is super damn far from my faculty (school of business). the elective subject i choosed is mathematical games and puzzles which is under school of maths and science. the distance is so far which is like from my old school(gbs) to notre damn. although it's not that far but i have to climb a lot of stairs to reach that place!! everytime when i reach the class, i will be sweating all over my body. BUT....bcos there is one this guy(who i think is gorgeous) is in the same class with me, i put all my effort to attend all the lessons!! although we don't talk to each other or even know each other(the reason is bcos we are not in the same group), but seeing his face really satisfy me a lot. haha... so that's how a hot guy can really motivates me to attends all my lesssons without any miss! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-855080725782849400?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/855080725782849400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=855080725782849400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/855080725782849400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/855080725782849400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/return-of-christine.html' title='The return of Christine...'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-8047828663834355031</id><published>2008-02-13T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:58:27.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bahh..Christine is doing her thing again. So..i haven’t been blogging for quite some time ya. Seems to be getting lazier and bored with my life after SAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 3 of us (me, vanny and Christine that is) finally managed to meet during this Chinese new year. Not much have change I guess, Christine is still full of spicy stories and also lame jokes; Vanny is still as chirpy as ever even when she is faced with so many problems (tough girl); and I’m as boring as ever..Hahah. So we went to meet our dear Guider Pn. Vijaya with Rachel as well, what a nice way to celebrate Chinese new year by catching up with each other and just talk and talk and talk (got eat also lah!). Vanny got her licence now, and she seems determine to improve her driving by driving us around. There were the usual aaahh!!! and whoaaa!!! as we cruise around in her red car. Oh what excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems that we are all rather free now since me and vanny is in the in-between-college to university-period, and Christine is having her break now. But sadly, I’m working for daddy and Christine might be going back to the island earlier to earn more Dollars (you greedy girl..)Until the time we meet then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-8047828663834355031?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8047828663834355031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=8047828663834355031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8047828663834355031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8047828663834355031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-year.html' title='Another year...'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-9113283268772197701</id><published>2008-01-24T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:11:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this blog dying soon..??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY!! how come nobody write anything somemore inside here??!! come on la..work also work ma.. but then takkan until no time to jot down something here??! so sad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TZE MIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dat day scolded me bcos never write anything somemore in this blog. so now i guess it's my time to scold you! wat de...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm having exam now. BUT YET....i still have time to drop by and leave something. VAN &amp;amp; TZE MIN, wat happened to you gals huh???!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, from eve of chinese new year till around end of february, i'm gonna stay in malacca. so hope this time round me and van really get to meet!! i guess sure jadi one la.. i stay so long in malacca. somemore i dun plan to work. sure got a lot of free time besides taking my car license. so, see you gals soon ok! bye....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-9113283268772197701?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9113283268772197701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=9113283268772197701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/9113283268772197701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/9113283268772197701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-this-blog-dying-soon.html' title='is this blog dying soon..??!!'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-4816087424701202907</id><published>2007-12-22T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T13:44:51.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going back to Malacca again SOON!! OMG...</title><content type='html'>HEY!! I'm going back again!!! And it's SOON! Within this 2 to 3 weeks..!! But it's my study week. My exam is coming. After that then I really gonna have a very long break. But it's okay la. Haha... I will do the study part before my holidays come. Then like that I can LITTLE BIT  enjoy my holiday in Malacca. Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-4816087424701202907?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4816087424701202907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=4816087424701202907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4816087424701202907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4816087424701202907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-going-back-to-malacca-again-soon-omg.html' title='I&apos;m going back to Malacca again SOON!! OMG...'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-6313014730907470270</id><published>2007-11-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:11:15.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another chapter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally…back in good ol’ Melaka. Not as boring as Nilai but certainly not as messed-up as Kay-hell (KL lar..) Won’t be surprised if I get a premature heart attack if I keep driving in KL, but I guess it’s partly because of the demonstration, those police did seriously stop every car with Indians in it… I guess that’s Malaysia for now folks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now since that I’m done with SAM, I’m stuck at home and me dad’s office for now until next July..Never thought I did say this but I TOTALLY LURVE STUDYING!!! At least its better than doing boring jobs everyday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does really seems just yesterday when I was just arguing with dad not to come for SAM…but well, there is certainly no regret here, seeing that I have come a long loooong way and changed a great deal (for the better I hope..) I’ve met friends and teachers that will leave footprints in my life; done things I’ve never did before and of course learned so much along the way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly…everything does always come to an end. So long SAMers, till me meet again, what is left for us are photos and of course the priceless memories that all of you have contributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137181570382159378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/R0rva5lP3hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nVHYvEITko4/s400/Picture+004.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-6313014730907470270?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6313014730907470270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=6313014730907470270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6313014730907470270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6313014730907470270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-chapter.html' title='Another chapter...'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/R0rva5lP3hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nVHYvEITko4/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-3581443023520715745</id><published>2007-11-08T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:48:00.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 DOWN...2 more to GO!!!</title><content type='html'>Maths was tough (and trust me, that was an understatement) but nobody seems to be crying after the paper. Guess we were just all that glad that maths is finally OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;So i had Physics too 2 days ago...and well let's just say that was slightly better off than maths. Essay was a bummer as usual (those crazy Aussies dudes!!!) and I guess Mr Yap was trying to refrain himself from vomitting blood(as usual of him..) when he was poking around with me paper...And some were saying it might be our last physics paper ever, awww...as annoying as physics can get, I kinda don't want it to end...&lt;br /&gt;What about English??? Not much to say there. Listening test was all over the place, and did i hear that rabbits eat cats in Australia??? absolutely barbaric!!!&lt;br /&gt;There's still Biology and Chemistry waiting for us next week..but what the heck, I deserve a break right now..Until next week of course (heheh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-3581443023520715745?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3581443023520715745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=3581443023520715745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3581443023520715745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3581443023520715745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-down2-more-to-go.html' title='3 DOWN...2 more to GO!!!'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-6958086923103639136</id><published>2007-10-29T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T03:41:36.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I really dunno what am I still doing at 3 something in the morning, but I really enjoy wasting my time and being unproductive, and still being happy about this… Oh no! Xiao Min…You’re a gone case…but I don’t care~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/RyTlNl6gpvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QKkUoWemc_Q/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126474297533048562" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="129" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/RyTlNl6gpvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QKkUoWemc_Q/s320/images1.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another very important thing that I just learned: Never Ever Judge Someone by his/her Appearance. Cheah…nothing new about this, but sometimes you can really get an uninvited shock that the someone that you thought you know oh-so-well actually leads another life…Yeah, sort of like the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde that we are all so familiar with.. Interesting~~~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-6958086923103639136?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6958086923103639136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=6958086923103639136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6958086923103639136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6958086923103639136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/uh.html' title='Uh?'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/RyTlNl6gpvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QKkUoWemc_Q/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-1229997226336350630</id><published>2007-10-21T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:17:04.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its D TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precisely 2 more weeks to the BIG day. Can u believe it? 2 more weeks,  we will be sitting in B2L02. Sitting for the most important examination of this year, SAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH. Mr. Yap is right. A single examination won't seal your future. But it will still determine where you CAN go after SAM. I envy those smart people with scholarships. Make me think back why didnt I study harder in my SPM? I was just fooling around, yeah, i did study hard but I guess it's just not hard enough to get what I need. So what, van, it's only 7A1's.  It just won't bring you anywhere. It brought me to INTI, keep forgetting that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In these two weeks, don't let anything distract you anymore. Nothing can be in your mind except STUDY STUDY and STUDY. I know nothing will distract me, besides being sick of course. It's one hell of a week when you get sick; non stop coughing and coughing and thinking that you don't need your nose anymore because it's driving you crazy!&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/1256713932371839981-1229997226336350630?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1229997226336350630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=1229997226336350630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1229997226336350630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1229997226336350630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-d-time.html' title='Its D TIME'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-7876287456756661545</id><published>2007-10-20T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:28:41.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another ramblings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;The end of another week..now its getting nearer and nearer (drumrolls...) I bet in 2 more weeks i'll be sitting in the exam hall half wondering why exactly did I took SAM in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;The past few days have been very aimless for me indeed. Now that I'm getting really scared, I guess I really need to do something to gain my study momentum again. Not daring to dream too much now. Not right now, there just seems to be too much to worry about at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Perhaps Theeba's idea of becoming a monk doesn't sounds so bad afterall. Who doesn't want to be free from all attachments and remorse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-7876287456756661545?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7876287456756661545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=7876287456756661545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7876287456756661545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7876287456756661545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/yet-another-ramblings.html' title='Yet another ramblings..'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-5530029195834069963</id><published>2007-10-17T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:50:46.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part-time job coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Hey gals!! Hi hi!! I don't know whether it will be a good news to y'all or not but I'M GONNA START WORKING very soon. Part-time cashier at Giant hypermarket. It's quite near to my aunt's house. But yet I still have to take bus. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;          However...I only can work 16 HOURS PER WEEK. Haih...wat to do.. As a student pass holder here, I have to follow the rules and regulations set by the goverment. And according to them (Immigration &amp;amp; Checkpoints Authority) ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Full time undergraduates of Polytechnics and Universities are allowed to work part-time of up to 16 hours per week during school term and work full time during vacation as the Ministry of Manpower has exempted them from applying for work permits. There is no necessity to obtain any permission from the Student's Liaison/Affairs Office of their respective Polytechnics and Universities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, I can't lie to the Giant people. I mean the HR people cos actually I didn't mention about me, as a student pass holder limited working hours. They go and find out themselves. Haih...so pandai. So I guess I'm gonna workduring weekend only. I think it will be better for me. Then I can pay my attention on my study during weekday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-5530029195834069963?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5530029195834069963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=5530029195834069963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5530029195834069963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5530029195834069963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/part-time-job-coming.html' title='Part-time job coming...'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-1967542895466513223</id><published>2007-10-15T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T02:09:19.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha! Here goes the much anticipated update of tze min's life!!! nyahahaha... Ehems...actually i don't really know what to blog about here, not that my life have been so interesting thus far, but since we did this bog up for something, might as well make good use of it eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So our dear Miss Christine Yap didn't come and stay with us (ah well, all is clearly forgiven but not forgotten!!!) So we had our trials, and it was..well..not too bad but not too good..so to speak..while the battle for the Trials has finally ended, now the public exams seem to be so much nearer now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As much as i'm worrying about the exams now, a much bigger problem is awaiting me. Ultimately, the "decide your own future" question remains unanswered for me...Sad i know...I don't even know what my dreams are...what i will be so passionate doing that i'm willing to torture myself for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but one thing is for sure though, i woudn't want to get stuck to the same old job for the rest of my life. My life is too short for that anyway, and there's a big big world out there waiting for me to go and explore. Besides, who wants to be just a doctor, or a lawyer, or a trader.... when we could be so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-1967542895466513223?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1967542895466513223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=1967542895466513223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1967542895466513223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1967542895466513223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-way.html' title='My Way'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-2256692036835233739</id><published>2007-10-04T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:16:44.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHE</title><content type='html'>Christine broke her promise! Haha.. Nevermind~ All is forgiven. Hey, Christine, you can check out my personal blog. I update more there actually. &lt;a href="http://lynettelynn23.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lynettelynn23.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; No time these days. Been REALLY busy with everything. TRIALS in a week, finals in a month. Everything is going so fast. But, I do agree we seldom meet. We seldom talk but I'll always remember you as my GOOD and CUTE friend Christine. Miss you a lot actually. Miss you.. MISS YOU. DO come and visit if you have the chance. Miss YOU. Wish you all the luck for your new sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS of LOVE, VANNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-2256692036835233739?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2256692036835233739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=2256692036835233739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2256692036835233739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2256692036835233739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/hehe.html' title='HEHE'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-3485977169303595999</id><published>2007-10-03T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:03:39.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO updates at all????!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hey gals!! what happened? how come suddenly everybody quit jotting something in this blog?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just wanna say really sorry cos didn't kept my promise the last time i had my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to go and meet y'all at our campus.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY REALLY SORRY GALS!&lt;br /&gt;by da way, i come to realise that we are getting apart as time goes. i just hope that you gals (and me) will keep our friendship last. yeah,yeah...studies and assignments will be the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;well, me too here. i'm having 8 modules (subjects) for this semester. and the modules are geting harder and harder. can you believe it??!! my this sem gonna end in 4 months and there's so much of things to cover. man....i'm gonna be dead.&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/1256713932371839981-3485977169303595999?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3485977169303595999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=3485977169303595999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3485977169303595999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3485977169303595999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-updates-at-all.html' title='NO updates at all????!!'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-3321307700033322003</id><published>2007-08-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:05:25.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eXcuSE ME....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HEEELLLLOOOO..........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna enjoy even longer holiday then you two are having now ok!!! Just wait and I'm gonna promise that you two (especially VAN gonna cry to see me so so so so so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;RELAX&lt;/span&gt; and doing nothing since I'm gonna visit you two at your campus!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once my exam finish then I will be heading to Malacca for one month&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NoTe ThaT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE MONTH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hehe...just wait and see! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Save you tears now Van!!&lt;/span&gt; Cos I don't want to see you cry without tears. Been waiting for it since I was born into this Earth..&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/1256713932371839981-3321307700033322003?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3321307700033322003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=3321307700033322003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3321307700033322003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3321307700033322003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/excuse-me.html' title='eXcuSE ME....'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-2791770285747440309</id><published>2007-08-12T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:34:02.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah!</title><content type='html'>Mind you, We have 2 weeks holiday now! Jealous not? Hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sides, we miss you.! And anyways, I can't really online in Malacca. My house got no Internet connection. Onlin-ing from grandma house. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see Christine soonn.. Get your butt back to Malacca. Singpore evil! hahah.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-2791770285747440309?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2791770285747440309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=2791770285747440309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2791770285747440309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2791770285747440309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/bah.html' title='Bah!'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-2165988742156136115</id><published>2007-08-09T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:39:12.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hullo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Looks like Van and Tze Min are busy with their studies now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nevermind, since I am now having my one week of holiday, then I'll be the one writing new post in this blog. Huahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm having a week of holiday. It's called study week. Which that all students don't have to go school but to stay at home and do their own revision. So I am at home now while Van and Tze Min for sure is at school trying to understand what their lecturers are teaching in front there. Haha...too bad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, my exams starts next week. Two weeks but three papers only. Damn pathectic right! Haiz.. But good also la.. Cos I have more time to do my revision. Straight after my exams is my one month of holiday. Haha...Van and Tze Min, pls don't jealous! Wakaka... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, you all should be happy also wat.. Cos I'm goona visit you all at Inti during my holiday. But dunno when yet only.. Must see my schedule. Haha..very busy woman. K la..gtg. Bye!&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/1256713932371839981-2165988742156136115?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2165988742156136115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=2165988742156136115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2165988742156136115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2165988742156136115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/hullo.html' title='hullo...'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-4279739536584960930</id><published>2007-07-25T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:18:48.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Philosophical Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was exceptionally free for us,thanks to Mr Yap who finally loosen his suffocating clamp on us. Not that Physics is ever that bad, in fact its the most marvellous thing that could ever happen to the human race, but sometimes our mind do wonder how much of these laws, theories and hypothesis can we take.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An excerpt from Newton saying "a vast ocean out there waiting for us to discover, while we are only slowly picking up a few shells on the shore out of curiousity"(or at least he said something like that lah!) do tell me that learning is indeed for eternity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough of the scientific theories again. Conscience is screaming out for me to be more emotional, eventhough being emotional is at times not such a good thing, but this is still what makes us all human. So can i really ever be so emotional? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At times I do feel like a stone had replaced my heart, where the brain do take control of all emotions and not let anything stop me from being what seems to be the most practical thing at the moment. The infatuation people seems to be having, do tell that obsession with a fantasy will crushes hopes and dreams along the way, but then again, which being doesn't long for a chance to taste the sweetness of innocent young love. AW!!! Tze Min...you really need to get a grip!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously...enough of my philosophical rantings. However, i do feel the need to let out all emotions in me so forgive the drama-queeness of me here. I do hope for the very best to the people out there who have been frustrated and dissapointed with their own emotions time and time again, worry no more, it is indeed just another process of growing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-4279739536584960930?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4279739536584960930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=4279739536584960930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4279739536584960930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4279739536584960930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/philosophical-mind.html' title='The Philosophical Mind'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-3251406668578429167</id><published>2007-07-25T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T15:49:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To Lee Khai Mun!! :) We will sure miss you after you finish your degreee..!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-3251406668578429167?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3251406668578429167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=3251406668578429167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3251406668578429167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3251406668578429167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-to-lee-khai-mun-we-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-3036908293753636842</id><published>2007-07-24T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:03:33.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanny On The Lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And it's gonna be another boring day with 4 hours of Physics tomorrow. Not to mention , Mr Yap decided to make a 6-8pm class tomorrow specifically for TEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's actually 15 minutes to 2am on 24th of July and I'm sitting in my roomie's chair; doing completely nothing but slacking my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; butt on the chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And come to think of it, I feel so completely depressed because apparently, I killed a bug a few hours ago. MIND YOU! It was unintentionally. It was right in the middle of the room. How was I suppose to see this tiny little creature? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Arrrhhh.. I don't know what to do now. I'm trying to study my Physics. But nothing would go inside. NOTHING, I tell you. NOTHING. Right this moment, I feel like the most laziest person on EARTH! Weeee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh well, today was kinda akward as we had a ENL presentation and most of us were in formal clothes. ARHA. Bobby was with his TIE, STRIP T-SHIRT and LONG PANTS. Hmmmm....?? He looked kinda cute though. HAHA! Actually all guys in my class looked smart in formal clothing. And guess what? I decided to wear a dress anyway where every other gal in my class decides to wear skirts and slacks. AGAIN - I was the WEIRD one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh, did I forget to mention that my roomie is playing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;match making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Simon for me with Simon's roomate. I kinda forgotten his name. Han Zhong? Zhong Han? Haha. Oh WELL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im not going to meet him anyways. These crazy blind dates never work out. Eeeeeeeeeeeee..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I'm back to lame ol stories about my life. I'm trying not to miss you but every second that pass my day, I can't stop thinking about you. I just can't stop thinking about what u are doing right this moment, or perhaps, do you even think of me anymore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------I WANT TO KNOW----------------&lt;/strong&gt;&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/1256713932371839981-3036908293753636842?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3036908293753636842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=3036908293753636842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3036908293753636842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3036908293753636842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-its-gonna-be-another-boring-day.html' title='Vanny On The Lose'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-2029662961711950235</id><published>2007-07-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:30:59.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIGS !!! ^@^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOMEBODY PLEASE SAVE US!!! we've been pigging around for the whole day!!! eat...sleep...watch movies...chattin....doing nothing in particular... and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS&lt;/span&gt; are just &lt;strong&gt;2 WEEKS&lt;/strong&gt; away !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-2029662961711950235?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2029662961711950235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=2029662961711950235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2029662961711950235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2029662961711950235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/pigs.html' title='PIGS !!! ^@^'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-4635101921450994243</id><published>2007-07-19T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:18:46.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090458125401508466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/RqTwsdSOynI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C_QzvEEyzM0/s400/Rat.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm...obviously a very long time since i last blog...&lt;br /&gt;well quite a lot had happened this past few weeks, but since my 'other half ' seems to be such an enthusiastic blogger, i guess there really isn't a need for me to blog all the time (a lazy blogger speaking :p)&lt;br /&gt;SO let's see, i guess i'll just fill in whatever Xiao Yun haven't put in here. The most life altering devastating BIG NEWS is ------------ &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WILL NO LONGER BE ROOMMIES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there....guess some may say "oh??? no kidding??? you two can actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SEPARATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;???" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well, guess we have to move on eventually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So is this for the better or worse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i might never know...just that time will only ever tell. ( and no we didn't quarrel or fight or whatsoever in case you are wondering along that line..)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is practically reminding me bout the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coming up in just 2 WEEKS time. oh well, i'm such a big fat slacker when it comes to studying for exams. The thought of doing some other more err...interesting? stuff do comes up to my mind ever so often...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess the race is on again, the ever depressing rat race. Now since that the Marchies are joining us trying to beat us back in this race, there seems to be practically no excuses not to study...SIGHSSSS..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-4635101921450994243?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4635101921450994243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=4635101921450994243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4635101921450994243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4635101921450994243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving-on.html' title='MOVING ON'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/RqTwsdSOynI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C_QzvEEyzM0/s72-c/Rat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-1460700587998916692</id><published>2007-07-19T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:24:17.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Just Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;People leave because they hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;People leave because they can't stand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;People leave because they envy you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometiems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;People leave because they found someone new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;People leave because they don't care about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;people leave because they can't trust you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;people leave because you made them feel so small about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;people leave because you hurt them too much to bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;People leave because they love you too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;People leave because GOD loves them more them you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's not your call to call someone, too fake, to be your friend. Friendship is nothing about who came and never left or who known you the longest. It's about who came, made a difference, doesn't hurt you, doesn't down grade you and doesn't do anything that would only benefit themselves, or probably just to prove you wrong even if you done something wrong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship is not a test. Friendship is not a game. Friendship is just part of your life. Just merely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; small part that would not make a difference after you leave this life and come back again. It really doesn't matter. Friends are friends when they say so.&lt;/strong&gt; But sometimes, friends leave for a reason you might not know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;People leave and never came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1256713932371839981-1460700587998916692?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1460700587998916692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=1460700587998916692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1460700587998916692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1460700587998916692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-not-just-sometimes.html' title='It&apos;s Not Just Sometimes'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-504587440368503995</id><published>2007-07-16T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:03:52.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHREWWWSSSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sometimes you feel like you wanna get out of your room? And you're thinking of climbing that little window of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088024297411658450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RpxLJBfHQtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LoBQ0g32X04/s400/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Neh. Juz kidding. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SHOES.My Life Obsession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shoe collection from NYVan &amp; TzeLMin Designs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088024610944271074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RpxLbRfHQuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RZP6Hfdp0FE/s400/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; whole family of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088025212239692530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RpxL-RfHQvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5WVJOgIwP-s/s200/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sneakers &amp; Sports Shoes Family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088025212239692546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RpxL-RfHQwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u5-ukqyfVIM/s200/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High Heels Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088025212239692562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RpxL-RfHQxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/j2zkl7QYfKs/s200/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Toilet Shoes? Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ouch~~ Too many shoes? I can't get enough!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088026243031843666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RpxM6RfHQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/dMg8L3umudA/s200/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Notice the 2 cute and adorable teddy bears and turtle. :D*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;2nd Life Obsession.. Awwwwwww..... Hehee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088026243031843650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RpxM6RfHQ0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/IhK0OXpkxXw/s200/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't worry. You're important too. Haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088026238736876322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RpxM6BfHQyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n5uHn1uTaMM/s200/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES YES! I almost forgot. My bedtime story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088026243031843634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RpxM6RfHQzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YK3oVXYIZXU/s200/DSC00257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;~XOXO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-504587440368503995?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/504587440368503995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=504587440368503995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/504587440368503995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/504587440368503995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/shrewwwssss.html' title='SHREWWWSSSS'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RpxLJBfHQtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LoBQ0g32X04/s72-c/DSC00252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-5018761751119075343</id><published>2007-07-16T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:48:57.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Deepest Condolence to, Ong Tzong Meng and his family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know me well but I hope you would be resting in peace by now. Your kind deeds will always be remembered. May you be reborn into the Amitabha land or be reborn back into a human form to seek us all again. Hoping all the best for the family to find the courage and strength to continue on with your life.&lt;/em&gt; We share your sadness in this great loss. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;-Amitabha-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-5018761751119075343?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5018761751119075343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=5018761751119075343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5018761751119075343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5018761751119075343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-deepest-condolence-to-ong-tzong-meng.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-7159382861771559367</id><published>2007-07-16T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:22:54.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;16th JULY 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KEVIN VAN DORT AND SI LON!! YOU GUYS HAVE A ROCKING BIRTHDAY YEA! ---- XOXO *Hugs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-7159382861771559367?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7159382861771559367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=7159382861771559367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7159382861771559367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7159382861771559367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/16th-july-2007-happy-birthday-to-kevin.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-6484648653074479724</id><published>2007-07-13T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:25:22.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm sorry Sebastian.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not the same.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-6484648653074479724?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6484648653074479724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=6484648653074479724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6484648653074479724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6484648653074479724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='..........'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-6023499937482378606</id><published>2007-07-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:18:04.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It's Friday again and it's time to end a perfect, long and tiring week. We had a Maths test last Thursday and it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST SCARY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Not to mention it's super hard and tricky, we had to do it with the March semester people too. Aha!! That's the thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Poor Victor. He must have been too stressed up that he practically walked straight to the glass door. OUCH. I feel his pain. I REALLY DO! (NOT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;My classmates have a little no-no thing for the March intake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Because they believe that most of the March intake people are stucked up and kinda arrogant. Not to mention SMARTER? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I definately DISAGREE! Maybe there is one or two special people in the March class but then again, January has them too what! Haha! I was sitting towards the right. Surrounded by people whom I never seen in MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;SORRY. EXERGERATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On my right, there is Eunice which I assume is from the March Sc stream. She seems nice. I was looking pretty scared before the test and her smile was there to save me. Weee...! Hahaa. And on my left is.. ----- errrr--- what's his name again? HAHA! There, you get my point? I'm surrounded by people whom I really don't know. &lt;strong&gt;He's probably from the March Sc Stream too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well. It doesn't matter. He was kinda cute, thought. Hehe :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; In front of me was YON HUI. - the ever so dedicated genius who tends to get so excited even for a drop of rain. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Him. Not far from there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESMOND. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Probably Theeba's new boyfriend, father, son - oh whatever? Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECAP! Where's my Tze Min!!??  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right at the front. JUST PERFECT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was busy looking around for familiar faces ( there are 100+ students in the class) when all of the sudden I heard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You may begin NOW. You have 2 hours right from NOW"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;WHAT??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;- I started doing the paper and the questions nearly gave me a heart attack. Nah, I predicted that would happen.- I just can't understand why some people just have the time to go to the toilet when there is not even enough time to finish the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On Tuesday during our Awards Ceremony, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NG HOE NIAN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should be given the prize for the "BEST JOKER EVER",  "MOST CHILDISH &amp; ADORABLE" and last but not least! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;" MOST FREQUENT TOILET VISITS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2 hours just passed and that was it! It's all over!! Everyone was wailing and practically tearing their minds off the paper. Okay. Joke of the day. It was from Victor again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This was what he said to me.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Hey! Can you pass this test paper to Yonken?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Oh. Errrr........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Ey, sorry ha. You're not Vanessa heh! Sorry sorry. I must have mistaken you with someone else"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Ha? Pardon me? Ehh... But..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Sorry. Sorry. My mistake. Wrong person." ( He ran away )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay. So he was being suppperrrr BLUR---- an effect from the knock on the head? Or perhaps he practically forgotten who I WAS! Eishhh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the guy I met in the library, the MPH pathway, B3L14, and Audio Visual Room, Downstairs of Block P and N, Nilai Kopitiam - I WANNA KNOW YOUR NAME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay. Am I being crazy or what? But I practically exchanged smiles with him everytime I bumped into him. Not to mention, he into Buddhism too... ! I wanna know YOU! Definately a charged electron worth knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;I want to bump into you again. Seeing you smile makes my day. Makes my everyday a day!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WEN LIN ( Xiao Lin) and DESMOND! -----XOXO *hugs* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&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/1256713932371839981-6023499937482378606?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6023499937482378606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=6023499937482378606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6023499937482378606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6023499937482378606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-weekend.html' title='Another Weekend'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-8562444802344038910</id><published>2007-07-10T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:19:10.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A three pages of Queen's Guide award essay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, y'all wanna know something... Well, in my course now...I have one module which is call Character Development. It's something like a moral education back to our secondary life. But it's a bit different since it's not easy to pass this module but also not too hard. It all depends on your effort you put on it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        Some of the requirements that need to fulfil in order to pass this module are 10 hours of community service, do some research and presentations and essay writing. For my community service, 3 hours I did on collecting donation which were held during my orientation week ( stupid activity!) and for the remaining 7 hours, me and my whole classmates went to a community centre and became as helpers for an event organised for family gathering. Something like that la..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       Okay, back to my title. Part of our involvement, we are required to write a three pages of essay on personal reflections. The requirements were something like this :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Describe one of your personal experiences which has made a difference in your life. This experience should be inspirational and/or educational in content. Describe what you went through, the obstacles you faced and how you overcame them. Discuss the consequences of your actions/decisions. Describe your thoughts and feelings and thoughts when you went through the experience."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somemore :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Reflect upon this experience and share how it has changed, influenced or affected you. What were the learning lessons/points you gained from the experience. How will you apply such learning lessons/points to your future dealings. What advice would you give others who are in a similar situation."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Report should be three pages and type written. Single spacing and font size 12."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         So, I decided to write about our Queen's Guide story loh.. The title is "My journey of becoming a Queen's Guide". Well, I guess the reason I choosed to write about queen guide is because I think I have a lot of things to write about it. Besides, we learnt a lot of new things and lesson from overall our involvement in that award thing. Well, before that the teacher even informed us that if our essay is good and can inspired other students, they might think of publishing it in somewhere where the whole school can read it. But of course first the teacher do ask our permission whether to allow them publish our essay IF we are selected. Well, I said yes but only can publish in anonymously. Which mean without my name at d end of the essay. And surprise surprise, I am one of those selected to publish our essay in the bulletin board. Haha... I guess they are interested with my story especially the part I mention about getting the award from the Queen of Malaysia. =) Well, I really surprised when my essay was choosen to be published. But the problem is that I still have no idea where they gonna post it. Haiz................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-8562444802344038910?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8562444802344038910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=8562444802344038910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8562444802344038910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8562444802344038910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/three-pages-of-queens-guide-award-essay.html' title='A three pages of Queen&apos;s Guide award essay..'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-4042674903882855730</id><published>2007-07-08T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:27:49.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Upclose to my weekend. I'm finally back in my hometown - Malacca; after 1 month. Oh, how I miss everything here so so much~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Somethings never change :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dad is ever so cute as always - he has a tummy now. Did I mention he's cute? Ahaks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mum is still the skinny lady since she was my age! Need to feed her more.! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;My little brother is stil as loving as ever&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND the number one thing that never did change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was my late night chats with my brother. Aha! That is something I was longing for 4 a very very long time. I guess we spent at least 5 hours just talking about his life and mine. Yeah, he's only 15 but he not too young to understand about his life and me. Well, practically, he's the best brother I could ever had. Sometimes, it makes me wanna just hug him for the moments when he bangs my head with realisation about my life. For a person , so young and tender at age, he's remarkable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went back to Pakard and meet up with my ex-colleagues. Lee was still looking the same. The moment he entered the shop, I could hear the same voice again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" OH, Vanilla!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kak Along was still looking petite and sweet- as always. Just one difference, she's having short hair now. Alvin was still working there - salesman. Hmm, that's all the people that were still working there. I got my present donefor Andrew done at Pakard. It was a nice photo framed up with words for his birthday. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aww, I hope he liked it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when I thought that my life was going no where but to the happy side, I received a heartbreaking text message. It was painful at first. But after a while, I realised that I never felt happier in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YEAH. I"m serious. I NEVER FELT HAPPIER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing you happy would make me happy too; eventhough that was not what I wanted in the first place. Now, I can only sit and hope for the best for both of you. I just hope you wouldn'tforget that I was part of your life once before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*THINKING HARD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's no point holding on the chance; hoping for something that would not come again. Kinda sad thing to ponder about - You couldn't wait till the end of the year. I wanted to say something. But now, I guess it's too late. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ Going off in a moment. I have a wonderful wedding dinner to attend. My mother's cousin is getting married. ~ Well, I guess, it's not merely what I want that will make me happy, but perhaps what makes him happy makes me happy too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-4042674903882855730?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4042674903882855730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=4042674903882855730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4042674903882855730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4042674903882855730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/upclose-to-my-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-2195047219967226725</id><published>2007-06-30T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:25:57.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Can U Trust?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm alone right now in my room in campus. Thinking about what a certain someone has just said. It's merely making me feel bad about myself but isn't it just enough?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm trying to tell you nicely that I don't want to get involved in your life anymore. Listening to you talk about your life and your decisions is just making me die out of life. I may sound depressing but to this extent, I don't know what I should do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;*Thinking hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can really make me feel bad. With your words. You- have the power to make me weak inside, thinking that I can trust no one but you. No one is better than you. You fill my head with statements that I could even trust myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"She's not your friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"She told me so and so, you can't trust her anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's not me! It was your friend who told me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, precisely, who can I trust again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Damn it. Why have I been so naive thinking that going away to another state would make my past run dry and eventually go away? Right this moment, I just need someone to be honest with me. Tell me if I'm a bitch. Tell me if I'm the girl you hate. Tell me if I've done something to deserve what I'm going through now. I don't wan anyone who claims to be my friend and ends up like a backstabbing bitch or jerk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, leave if you don't like what you're reading. I'm just trying to find out who are my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ask me if you want to know something about me. Don't ask someone else who u think is close to me. But the truth is, nothing is nearer to my heart than pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* PAIN * My Heart Is Closer Into Breaking To Smaller Pieces That I, Myself Can't Put Them Back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want you to be back where we were. Good friends that can trust each other. Be the one I once trusted. Be the one who listens to my problems late at night. Be the one I once loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To the friends I've just known, be truthfully. I have enough of these dramas.&lt;/span&gt; &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/1256713932371839981-2195047219967226725?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2195047219967226725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=2195047219967226725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2195047219967226725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2195047219967226725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-can-u-trust.html' title='Who Can U Trust?'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-3993215414493854764</id><published>2007-06-30T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:45:27.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What to do when you hate someone? Or when someone is a total b-i-t-c-h? Practically ruined most of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Okay. I'm exaggerating.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The simpliest answer to the question - Forget about her. She's the angel in her demon world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh chucks. Why am I thinking about this again? Probably the effect of viewing too many Friendster profiles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when is the time to say that you know a person well enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You spend most of your time with him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You feel like spurting out everything that is in your mind when you're around him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You feel that you can only count on him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So precisely when do you know when you fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You spend most of your time with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You feel like spurting out everything that is in your mind when you're around him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You feel that you can only count on him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT. So what's the difference again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So, you have friends that think that they know everything about LOVE. They lecture you about it - what, who, where and when. Arhh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More lectures. &lt;/strong&gt;But then again, what do I actually know and when do I know to believe to what extend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;IS IT logical to LOVE someone but you don't trust him/her a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;t all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON"T KNOW..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It's 1.12am in the morning and I'm not feeling sleepy. I'm not online in MSN Messenger. I'm not online in Friendster. Pretty much I'm not doing anything at all. Then again, that has a bad effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doing nothing will lead to thinking something. And the thinking something will eventually lead you to thinking to much and we all know what that leads to -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rewind. What am I saying? I take it back. Time for Kenny Sia's blogs. He can really make my day~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081536249914412546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RoU-S9FrTgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZOykTASSi-4/s400/3gals.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends that I can always count on? :D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;p/s : I miss nothing more than my mum right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-3993215414493854764?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3993215414493854764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=3993215414493854764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3993215414493854764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3993215414493854764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-to-do-when-you-hate-someone-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RoU-S9FrTgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZOykTASSi-4/s72-c/3gals.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-3263428827328642288</id><published>2007-06-28T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:02:18.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;I WAS WAY BEYONG WRONG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In my last blog, I mentioned that Dharma classes make you guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;NO. It's not like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;It's actually quite fun. Like today, I waited at the library until the class start at 7.30pm. The attendance wasn't convincing andI could see the Hsuen Ming's face being disappointed as not many turned up. As I was walking pass the Cafe, I noticed Japheth and his gang were walking towards me. Oh~ What were they doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey Van~ Where you're heading to?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;I look at him with despair but managed to mutter these few words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;- I'm heading to dharma class.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay. So it wasn't the 'oh' that I was looking for. Apparantly he was coming back from Christian Fellowship. So there it was - the disappointed 'oh'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sometimes I feel the gap between friends when they found out that I'm a buddhist. Some sort of discrimination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get these comments most of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;" Ha? You're a Buddhist? You don't look like one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;" Aren't you aChristian?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;" You don't look like a chinese. Are you mix?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting fed up of these comments. I thought everyone knows about the "Don't judge the book by its cover" proverb..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dr. Sin and Mrs. Sin - the advisors of Buddhist Society really gave me a awakening talk. Not precisely the big, boring talk. But somehow the provoking topic - the bad karma and the good dharma. He mentioned something about what ever you do will have its cause and effect; no matter where you go later on in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I vividly remember going to the temple when the exams are approaching - to pray for good luck and blessing. Never did I realise that it would not do any good if you have the good vibe or energy in you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;RIGHT. NOW I GET IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Wait. Do I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One thing I just discovered. Why are they so many people that convert their religion to other religion? Especially when they are formally Buddhists? Just an simple answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Gautama Buddha never thought anyone to kill and worship him. I don't know about other religions but like Islam and Christians; you're aint allowed to step out of the religion...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I almost forgotten. Both of them mentioned something about thinking the other way around. Something like no matter how bad the situation may be, you can always make it better by thinking it that way. Yeah, so you did many bad sinful 'deeds'. It's never too late to pay back. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;~Amithaba~ - Enjoyed chanting Da Bei Jou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-3263428827328642288?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3263428827328642288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=3263428827328642288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3263428827328642288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/3263428827328642288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-2031179212682203790</id><published>2007-06-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:39:36.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Out From My Heart~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sitting down at my chair, I began to wonder who I really reflect myself. Dharma classes can really make you guilty. With all the past deeds and karma? I can't begin to think how my life would be like in the next life? God? Buddha? Ghost? Or perharps a human again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Worries.. Worriess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;"It's better being single. You can do anything you want. But you just have to deal with one small thing - LONELINESS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah. True. Totally true. Dealing with loneliness is the hardest thing to do. I have friends. Nice friends who never leave my sight for a second. But how long would they last? I'll be far gone from this college - INTI. And you might ask. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where to after that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Exams are going to be over this November. And I'll be right back at Malacca. Where all my friends in college have scattered around the world. Not to mention, friends from sec school that can not be found anymore.&lt;strong&gt; Yeah, there are segelintir that went to Form6.&lt;/strong&gt; But what about the others.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Notice that I have a lot of questions? Darn. I don't know about you.But I'm feeling more lonely than ever. Not to mention, feeling sorry for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Photons give away all their energy to electrons to be accelerated out of the metal surface. Whole heartedly. The electrons will now have enough energy to flirt when they're out of the metal surface. Photons only give out their energy once; they will die soon after doing so..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, replace the photons with females. And replace the electrons with males. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So even Physics proves the male and female attraction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tell me again why do I feel the sudden prick in my heart whenever I see you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Because I miss you, you idiot. Don't you get it? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I won't say I don't miss you. Because I just do. But when I realise that you don't care about me anymore, tears just filled my tears. Filling the eyes but not the time to fall down yet. These past few months, all I've been trying to do is to avoid you. Taking a step to college is one of them. So am I the only darn idiot who still keeps your letters and emails and everything that has to do with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm just PLAIN stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But it all ends well, I suppose. I'm feeling lonely. Yeah. I know. I get the depressing part. But I'm feeling more happier with my friends around. Happier than ever since we were gone, lost and seperated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes, I can't stop myself from thinking what would happen if I hadn't been such a pain in the arse. Or mayb how would things be like you would just understand how much pain I'm going thru without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT. ENOUGH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I told myself I'm over you. But fact is, I still love you. What am I to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Conclusion = Be a noble gas. No sharing bonds, no taking bonds and no giving away any or whatso ever bonds to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-2031179212682203790?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2031179212682203790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=2031179212682203790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2031179212682203790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2031179212682203790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/stuff-out-from-my-heart.html' title='Stuff Out From My Heart~'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-788004725491171546</id><published>2007-06-23T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:44:32.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeee.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Wonderful day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents decided to bring me up to KL this weekend. It was a great weekend indeed. Never felt even happier when they are around. I miss them a lot. It has been ages since I last went home and I miss everything about home especially mum, dad and leroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought us all to Subang Jaya where we went to IDP and got 'some' information about the universities in Australia. Australia. Australia. Would do anything to go there. But then again, why go there when your degree offered is not the degree you wanted in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Still in the process of thinking of which U to go*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing ever was to see SUYI!!! Was walking walking pass the shops and badaboom!! &lt;strong&gt;I saw Suyi with Coreyy.. Awww.. Sweet..&lt;/strong&gt; Hehee.. I was so happy to see her. She still look the same but I still missed her a lot. Nice to see her! Weehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So daddy dcided to have our lunch at Asia Cafe or something like that. Can't really remember the name of the cafe. And oopss!! Guess who I meet? IVAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*AAAAAAAAAAAAWwwwwwwwwwwwwwww....*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't recognise me with my hair. I don't know why. He definately still look the same. Still look like Lee Hom to me. HAHA. My heart nearly drop when I saw him. He was definately suprised to see me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was again. His smile. Long time since I last saw his smile. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo........ after that, dad brought us all to Sungai Wang and Times Square and that is wheere the shopping spreee BEGAN!! Weehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Shop. Shop. Shop.* For nearly half a day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I got what I wanted for so long..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Low-cut jeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spagetti top with beads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexy top from SEED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green beaded belt from PADDINI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue skirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plain white T-shirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little brown compatible handbag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay. That's a LITTLE too much I guess.. Haha! But oh well, it's once in a blue moon. Mum and dad got themselves new accessories too.. LOTS and LOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;*Ouch. I feel a hole in dad's wallet* Haha. His two princess bought too many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We ended the journey at around 9 where we ate dinner at GIANT near Nilai. I had to bid farewell to them and teared a little. Darn, when's the next time I'm gonna see them again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU. Mum you're the best! Dad you're the one, 4ever and always.! Leroy, bad boy for not coming along. JAHAT!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-788004725491171546?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/788004725491171546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=788004725491171546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/788004725491171546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/788004725491171546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/wonderful-day-my-parents-decided-to.html' title='Weeee.....'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-5223403724735214146</id><published>2007-06-22T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:12:26.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong With Me?</title><content type='html'>The right thing to delete my blog in friendster? :( I don't know. I don't think I wanna look back anymore. *Frets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to hear me out. Would you be the one right there for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-5223403724735214146?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5223403724735214146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=5223403724735214146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5223403724735214146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5223403724735214146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong With Me?'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-203226106406862278</id><published>2007-06-16T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T20:33:43.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so, It's Happening Again</title><content type='html'>It's okay if someone leaves. But is it okay if you might not see the someone again? I don't know what I'm feeling right now but it's just not going to be the same without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming your name from downstairs would be something I'm going to miss. Seeing you laugh would definately be a no-no from now on. Looking at your argue about stupid and childish things with Sherin, Shaun, or practically everyone is kinda cute after all. Yeah, we only met about 5 months? Hmmm.. 5 months is not that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say, I'll definately miss you , Prisnyi. I hope for the best for you. And you know you can always count on me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, yet another person leaves.. It's happening again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-203226106406862278?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/203226106406862278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=203226106406862278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/203226106406862278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/203226106406862278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-so-its-happening-again.html' title='And so, It&apos;s Happening Again'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-6009435359188916638</id><published>2007-06-09T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:03:45.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Long Wait is Worth It at last...=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi there! Hehe..at last I manage to post something in this blog. I guess Tze Min can sleep in peace now. Haha.. xD Anyway, sorry gals.. I really don't have time to scribble something on this blog weeks ago. Busy with my test and my presentation. And now that the holiday starts, at least I have some free time to spend on this blog thing. =) Well, I still need to spend some of my time on study. Once the school start, I will have a week of test. But I guess I still can manage my time for fun and study. =) Anyway, I really can't think of what to write right now. Moreover I can't wait to meet you gals!! I think it's still the best to share stories face to face right?! So, end of story..!! The conclusion is that we will meet and share some funny stories k!Haha..easy for me and also you gals. K,bye! Tata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-6009435359188916638?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6009435359188916638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=6009435359188916638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6009435359188916638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/6009435359188916638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-wait-is-worth-it-at-last.html' title='a Long Wait is Worth It at last...=)'/><author><name>::ChRisTine YaP::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951926704771654296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA0N0W8OaFQ/SKWDIh6rXNI/AAAAAAAAABM/8LNsxs0dV9E/S220/DSC00257.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-8819720927890845345</id><published>2007-06-04T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:59:31.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PooooFF!</title><content type='html'>I was looking thru the stuff in my old dekstop back home and guess what I'm found. A poem I written about 1 year ago. I totally forgot about it. Take a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If ONLY YOU COULD SEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written by, Yeow,V.M.Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;Deep Inside,&lt;br /&gt;How sorry I felt when I lost you, FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;Deep Inside,&lt;br /&gt;What stupid things I’ve done,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;Deep Inside,&lt;br /&gt;How hurt I am,&lt;br /&gt;When you flirt with other gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;The pain I’ve been through,&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;How sad I’ve been,&lt;br /&gt;When you don’t call anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;How heartbroken I am,&lt;br /&gt;To see you messaging someone else&lt;br /&gt;And not me ; right before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;How disappointed I am,&lt;br /&gt;When you tell HER everything&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know anything&lt;br /&gt;About your life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a girl with bit feelings,&lt;br /&gt;And if I do hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;How down to hell I felt,&lt;br /&gt;When you said I purposely intend to hurt you…&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was someone to love me,&lt;br /&gt;And someone I could love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;How much I’ve been missing&lt;br /&gt;The midnight calls from you,&lt;br /&gt;And how I’ve been crying myself to sleep everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;How much I missed those moments,&lt;br /&gt;When we just lie around&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;How much I’ve miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my hair&lt;br /&gt;And just sitting beside me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t live without you,&lt;br /&gt;And I need you,&lt;br /&gt;Every second in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you was for real,&lt;br /&gt;And you were the MAN for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;How sad I am,&lt;br /&gt;To realize that you know nothing&lt;br /&gt;New about me or my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve forgotten about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve been keeping all our movie tickets,&lt;br /&gt;To remember the moments we had in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;That jealousy was my thing,&lt;br /&gt;To show you how much I LOVE you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only You Could See,&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve written for you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want you to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only I Could Make You See,&lt;br /&gt;That I had always loved you and cherished you,&lt;br /&gt;For every moment in my life,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I was just being your girlfriend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-8819720927890845345?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8819720927890845345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=8819720927890845345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8819720927890845345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8819720927890845345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-looking-thru-stuff-in-my-old.html' title='PooooFF!'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-1264503093340289196</id><published>2007-06-04T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:22:42.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW I CAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With everything that wants break your heart, you push it away. It's not going to make you feel bad anymore. You are a person of your own. You got back your faith, your strength. You just need to use it better-wisely. U know U can do it. Even if you feel that U can't. U know U can and that's all that matters. You're leaving the world you once lived, you are in a whole new world now. Exactly at this moment, your life begins again. Begins with new goals, new aspirations, new inspirations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You won't let anything disturb you anymore. It's all going to be over soon. More precisely, it's OVER. All your problems are over. Your life begins NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-1264503093340289196?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1264503093340289196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=1264503093340289196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1264503093340289196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1264503093340289196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-i-can.html' title='I KNOW I CAN'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-1434902146773342933</id><published>2007-06-03T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:12:52.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TYLER HILTON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everywhere you go, perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Follows you the wrong direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And you will never see if for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You get all that you need and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You see it, you want it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You find it, it's yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But you can't say what you want or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take what you want or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Choose the moods that you fake when you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You said your life couldn't get much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then where it's at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And aren't you glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The only one of 5; exception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The child of your pride, deception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And on your list of things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Is make me fall in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You find one, you want one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cause I'm one, who plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You can't say what you want or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take what you want or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Choose the moods that you fake when you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You said your life needed something special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Which you don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You can't say what you want or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take what you want or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rest and wake anyway that you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You said your life couldn't get much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, here I am, and aren't you glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now you got it bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You can't say what you want or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take what you want or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Choose the moods that you fake when you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You said your life couldn't get much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then where you're at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And you can't say what you want or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take what you want or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rest and wake anyway that you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You said your life needed something special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Which you don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, aren't you glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, aren't you glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, aren't you glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-1434902146773342933?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1434902146773342933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=1434902146773342933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1434902146773342933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1434902146773342933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/tyler-hilton-glad-everywhere-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-8951012128884875060</id><published>2007-06-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:45:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking a careless stroll on a breezy night has made it to my long list of things that make you feel &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The time of our life to actually feel young and carefree is hard to come by, and they say it’ll just go ‘poof’… and then there will be nothing left but sweet memories that you hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;And for those who are quite sick of love songs (maybe for now), oh well….it may just be that you never actually give it a chance. And no, I’m not just talking about the young, passionate, full-of-curiosity boy-girl relationships that you see all too often in the streets nowadays, it is the big love in general. The one that your parents give you so unconditionally; the time when your friend warms your heart; even the smile your teacher spare for you when you did a favour for her…&lt;br /&gt;Now why do I keep talking about &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ??? must have been all those romantic comedies that I’ve watched, its getting into my head now.. oh well, since love is the one which makes the world goes ever so round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-8951012128884875060?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8951012128884875060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=8951012128884875060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8951012128884875060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/8951012128884875060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/wonder-years.html' title='Wonder Years'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-5764693715051849108</id><published>2007-05-31T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:08:06.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In INTI-UC.. Moving Forward..---&gt; XD!!</title><content type='html'>Weeee hehe.. Summative lab for Chemistry. Quite fun for today. Not to mention, Ms Sukhveer asked us to " Be extra careful with the apparatus". Because most of the SAM students break one apparatus before they leave? OHhhhh OKAY. 5C1 girls and boys were just minding their own business doing their experiment. She was scary today. Even pouring a solution of thiosulfate scares me, "Did i pour correctly?, Did I hold it correctly? Did I measure it according to eye level?" It was definately scary!! Hahaa.. But oh well.. THat's what lecturers do rite? Or else, we will be naughty little devils. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up, all the apparatus(glass) were placed in 3 big pails. Shih Shung accidentally kicked one of the pails and PIANNGGGGGG&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; What you did you have in mind? The glassware broke? If it actually did, it will definately COST a lot. Hahaa.. And not to mention, a bad record for poor little Shih Shung. Lucky for him, Ms Sukhveer wasn't there when it happened. And all we could do was gasp and laugh at the same time. It was preety hillarious actually. Hehe.. Anyways, the apparatus didn't break. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTI-UC had this health awareness week and we were asked to go for the campaign. Get your weight, your height, Blood pressure level and BMI value.. Okay. So I'm a B+ . I thought I was an O blood type. My WHOLE family is O. Oh well... Hehe.. I weigh 44 kg and I'm about 155cm. Yes, I know what you're thinking. I'm short. Hehe.. But my BMI value is NORMAL. :) that's good to hear. Somehow I'm not pleased with my blood pressure. I'm only 59/110. That's low. That's real low. What causes low blood pressure anyways? Stress? Low food consumption? Well, I practically eat 3 times a day. Not to mention. I don't skip meals anymore like I used to in secondary school. So, why is my blood pressure lower than usual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer : No Idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back this weekend? I miss my brother, my parents. Little Leroy must have been like an Indian after Jamboree Camp. I haven't seen my neighbour, Mich for a very long time! I'm sure he's pretty busy preparing for his SPM. I'm glad mine is over! Ahaksss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to get done by this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet up with some old pals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the t-shirt done?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get some new conditioners for hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New clothes? Nahhh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New SHOES. Yes! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my 50 papers of survey done?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I forgot to mention. I have fringe now. FRINGE. Okay. When was the last time I had fringe? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STANDARD 6? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deadlines - Maths test, Biology test, Physics test, Chemistry Quiz(TOMORROW), English test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do I meet these deadlineS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO more Smallvilles movies. No more sleeping overtime. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-5764693715051849108?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5764693715051849108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=5764693715051849108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5764693715051849108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/5764693715051849108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/weeee-hehe.html' title='Life In INTI-UC.. Moving Forward..---&gt; XD!!'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-2138987935964420098</id><published>2007-05-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:35:39.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family for life?</title><content type='html'>Its been a long long long………….. weekend again. So there I was in my fifth funeral in my entire not-so-long life. This time where I keep reminding myself to remember every passing seconds of it. Not that I’m very awake to remember every single mood of it. So there goes another family. I am still not sure whether to mourn or to rejoice for her, for all I knew she’s live through slashing comments and senseless insults. The bright side to it may be that she was deaf and might not have heard most of the harsh words spoken. Maybe there’s a little bit if regret in me that I should have done more for her, oh well...at least I tried to let her see the little beauty there is left in this life.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the funeral, surprisingly many who never did spare a minute for her when she was alive and kicking turn up for the funeral. Maybe the thought of skipping the funeral might bring bad luck to the rest of their no-less-meaningful life scares them. Oh well…and then there’s the pathetic “oh I actually wanted to call her 2 days ago but I just forgot…” How sweet of them to actually remember her. There goes the endless ritual again to ensure the departed one is truly at peace. The suffocating smell of the burning incense, the hypnotizing sound of the Taoist priest, the melancholic voice of the er-hu, the numbness of the leg from the long prayers….It was just all too memorable to forget (for now perhaps).&lt;br /&gt;There is certainly nothing a dead person can do better than to reunite those distant families torn apart again and again by infinite insignificant stuffs. And hopefully, just hopefully that everyone will just realise the greatness of the family bond that is so strong that almost nothing can come between us, before it’s too late for redemption again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-2138987935964420098?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2138987935964420098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=2138987935964420098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2138987935964420098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2138987935964420098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/family-for-life.html' title='Family for life?'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-7321585364987926360</id><published>2007-05-26T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:27:07.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirations and Dreams Are Meant For Sissys.</title><content type='html'>There is the time when you feel that you need to study real hard to get good grades. Somehow, on the particular night, you feel that you have books to clear. You spent 2 hours cleaning and arranging your books. Then you feel that your room needs to be cleaned. You spent another 2 hours cleaning it. You decided to watch a movie. “Goal! The Dream Begins”.You felt that it was the most touching movie ever. You cried. You felt sad. You remembered the memories with your ex. You took a moment to wonder and ponder how things ended in the first place. You remembered what a jerk he was. You even remembered how ugly he was now. You jumped out of your chair and scream as loud as you can. Trying to forget that freaking bast*** who gave you such a hard time. You try to remember the happy moments in your life. Your family, your friends and the cute guys you’ve meet so far in college. Memories of friends start coming back, you miss them. You miss your best friends. You miss having fun with them. You started to think about your ex again. Darn! This is not happening. You opened your door to see all the lights on in the dorm. You shut the door and suddenly felt so itchy and need a bath at 12.30am. You took the bath; coming back to your room to realize it was already past 1am. At 1am, you feel lazy. Not in the mood to study anymore. You lie down on your bed. Thinking how lonely you feel without your roommate. You try to sleep. You switch off the lights. You closed your eyes. You woke up 3 hours later. You had a dream about HIM again. Darn! Not again. You try to sleep. You can’t. You tried everything you could. You took panadols to make you sleep. It’s not working!! It’s 6 am in the morning. Oh what the heck, it’s already morning. You put on your jogging shoes. You went downstairs to jog around your college. After 3 hours, you felt tired. You went upstairs again to your room and decided to take a bath. You spent exactly one hour in the toilet. You were at your room again. You suddenly felt you need to watch a movie. You switched on your laptop. You tried finding a decent movie to be watched. Darn! There’s nothing on ;nothing that captures your interest anyways. Okay, so there’s nothing else you can do but study. You open your Physics book. You started reading and reading and reading… After 4 hours, you felt that your hair needs some oil. You brushed your hair. You tried braiding it. You tried styling it. You wasted 1 hour doing that. You looked back at your book. It’s calling you. You closed the book. You felt lonely. You jumped onto bed and realize how much you miss someone next to you- rommie mate. You switched on your laptop. Blogging and realize this is where I ended up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-7321585364987926360?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7321585364987926360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=7321585364987926360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7321585364987926360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7321585364987926360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/aspirations-and-dreams-are-meant-for.html' title='Aspirations and Dreams Are Meant For Sissys.'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-793808049907793672</id><published>2007-05-24T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:13:37.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pictures is worth a thousand words. Isn't it great that you carry your camera along with you everywhere you go? Snap Snap! Hehe.. I've just turned 17 this year and I was thinking back of all the memories when I was young. Okay. So I can't remember what I looked like or did in the first 7 years of my life. Not completely forgotten but.... there are some memories still in mind. HEHE. &lt;/span&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;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how I looked like when I was 5 years old. That's my little brother beside me, by the way. Isn't he CUTE?? Haha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068492092465774546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlbmtD5Mf9I/AAAAAAAAADY/8WgsJ0aPgk4/s320/vanny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Alright. That was 12 years ago. Let's take a look at a more recent picture. 6 years old. I think it's taken at my old house in Desa Baru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068104239739076354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWF9D5MfwI/AAAAAAAAABw/Qa32J2ATdIo/s320/vanny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Next. 12 years old. Looks kinda cheesy rite? Picture taken with my cousins at my aunt's house in Yishun's Street, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068105442329919266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWHDD5MfyI/AAAAAAAAACA/cmc7EC4Ou2s/s320/vanny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;More recent picture. 14 years old. Hehe. Picture taken at one of my friend's house - Benedict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068106541841547058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWIDD5MfzI/AAAAAAAAACI/nUx0Nx4RRuw/s320/van2222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This is how I looked like a year after. Form 3? 3M Class party at MP's MacD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068107439489711938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWI3T5Mf0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lRxcseFhYiY/s320/vanny4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Okay. Now, how about Form 4? Picture taken at MITC with Rachie Ong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068108350022778706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWJsT5Mf1I/AAAAAAAAACY/y9NfSEIai-o/s320/ahgasgad.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My senior year - Form 5. Still the same ol face. Ouch. Never change? The only difference I've noticed is that my face went rounder and then went to an oval shape and it went back to roundish and came back to a not so round and not so oval shape. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Some of the very meaningful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWMDD5Mf2I/AAAAAAAAACg/KJskLoeV8SY/s1600-h/PICT0023+(+2+copies)12.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068110939888058210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWMDD5Mf2I/AAAAAAAAACg/KJskLoeV8SY/s320/PICT0023+(+2+copies)12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Friends hanging out at the monkey bars. We are actually hanging. Not posing XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWMDT5Mf3I/AAAAAAAAACo/fxYDD6_2YDU/s1600-h/Haha12.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068110944183025522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWMDT5Mf3I/AAAAAAAAACo/fxYDD6_2YDU/s320/Haha12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Freaking out just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWMDz5Mf4I/AAAAAAAAACw/H3RJDsqy5mI/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068110952772960130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWMDz5Mf4I/AAAAAAAAACw/H3RJDsqy5mI/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068489713053892514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/Rlbkij5Mf6I/AAAAAAAAADA/H1iSrH2TRbw/s320/gagdag.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;From left: YinWen, JiaYee, ME, VinNie, E-Shynn, Christine, Tze Min.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068490138255654834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/Rlbk7T5Mf7I/AAAAAAAAADI/p_Zkbc3TpYA/s320/afafasf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now, in 2007, after 17 years of living on Earth, my most recent photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068114251307843474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlWPDz5Mf5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/eNFa_vIkN9Y/s320/justin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Whoops. Wrong one. That's Justin Hartley. The ultimate, most hottest and cute guy on my list. He's so dreamyyy... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Okay, Back to this. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hmmm, spending most of my time in INTI, I've met many friends - with diffferent personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068490700896370626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlblcD5Mf8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/7OFnVRChlWA/s320/ABCD0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is Theeba. Cute, LOUD, like to joke around, nicest friend you can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068503018862575618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlbwpD5MgAI/AAAAAAAAADw/QewXvSj-AmI/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My closest friends in INTI. Love them so so much! Muaks! XD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlbpqT5Mf_I/AAAAAAAAADo/azC2lDwnvfk/s1600-h/DSCN3610.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My friends and I.! Spot me. The gal in purple( with cake on her face). This picture was taken outside our dining hall when my friends threw me a suprise birthday party. Ain't they sweetttt...??? Hehee... Some of them are not in the picture. Chicken out after the caking 'game'! Ahaks.. Spot any leng zhai's here? Hehee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well... That's it so far. For now. Carry your camera around. Snap pictures with your friends. You might not know who will leave one day. Nyaihahhaa.. XD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-793808049907793672?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/793808049907793672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=793808049907793672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/793808049907793672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/793808049907793672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlbmtD5Mf9I/AAAAAAAAADY/8WgsJ0aPgk4/s72-c/vanny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-2798234515862094228</id><published>2007-05-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:09:26.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another GRAND Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wowww&lt;/span&gt;....looks like this place is seriously a place to let it all out now, just a couple of days old and it is already full of postings. Oh well...girls will always talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; (or is it type?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Van....since that you have &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicely &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;introduced us, I figure you should deserve an introduction as well. Don't you think so???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's see, so my first impression of her were "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oohhh&lt;/span&gt;....so cute and innocent.." oh well, this later proves that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;looks can be deceiving. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After months of knowing her, i found out that she can scream and shout too(although its not that often but you are really improving.) so there goes, the cutey pie can be as sweet as honey coated candy and as hard as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;taufu&lt;/span&gt; sold in the dining hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what I thought? It really is no mere coincidence that brought us back together again. So you decided to ask me where am I out of the blue during the education fair (which was where i am at that time) so i told you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; currently doing S.A.M. in INTI. Oh well, who knows you will end up going to INTI during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;edu&lt;/span&gt; fair to find me and then met out dear Mr. Yap and then enrolled into INTI to do SAM as well without knowing what in the world SAM stands for. (and by the way to those of you who have the slightest idea also, SAM stands for South Australian Matriculation). So here we are again, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;REUNITED&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and where has our dearest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christine Yap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; to??? I don't care how busy you are Christine, but chatting online are rather meaningless sometimes. So here's something for you to let the world knows about your pain and sufferings (and of course your joy and happiness also la..) and we also want to know how does it feels like living in a country full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kiasuism&lt;/span&gt; also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-2798234515862094228?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2798234515862094228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=2798234515862094228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2798234515862094228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2798234515862094228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/wowww.html' title='Yet Another GRAND Intro'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-2562910259994976372</id><published>2007-05-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:42:30.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHIAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQaND5MfuI/AAAAAAAAABg/amZJBRTsOb8/s1600-h/PICT5514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067704292384472802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQaND5MfuI/AAAAAAAAABg/amZJBRTsOb8/s400/PICT5514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;            Cheeky Little Girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Photo taken at Le Meridien, K.Kinabalu, Sabah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-2562910259994976372?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2562910259994976372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=2562910259994976372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2562910259994976372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/2562910259994976372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/chiak.html' title='CHIAK!'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQaND5MfuI/AAAAAAAAABg/amZJBRTsOb8/s72-c/PICT5514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-4795016594012188263</id><published>2007-05-23T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:26:56.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTI SAMers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tada! Our 2007 INTI SAMers T-shirt. Cute and affordable!! Hehe.. Designed by me, Su Dar, Wen Lin, Tze Min, Prisnyi and many more... Weeeehehee....!! :)!&lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQT4D5MfpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eqjGY1Mv94U/s1600-h/sam1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067697334537453202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQT4D5MfpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eqjGY1Mv94U/s200/sam1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The red version - Front View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067697789803986594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQUSj5MfqI/AAAAAAAAABA/0sQC9aLqABM/s200/sam2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                      The red version - Back View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067698850660908738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQVQT5MfsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/G7tCLzq1UiA/s200/sam3.png" border="0" /&gt;                                                &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Black Version - Back View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQUwz5MfrI/AAAAAAAAABI/JVhuimn2lqg/s1600-h/sam4.png"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1256713932371839981-4795016594012188263?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4795016594012188263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=4795016594012188263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4795016594012188263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/4795016594012188263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/inti-samers.html' title='INTI SAMers'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQT4D5MfpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/eqjGY1Mv94U/s72-c/sam1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-1833950585344827827</id><published>2007-05-23T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:36:10.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Tell Me What Should I Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQGND5MfoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eGfFnqcSfFw/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067682302151917186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQGND5MfoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eGfFnqcSfFw/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am playing with those memories again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just when I thought time had set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those thoughts of you keep taunting me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding you, a feeling I never outgrew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though each and every part of me has tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only you can fill that space inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's no sense pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart it's not mending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought I was over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought I could stand on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh baby those memories come crashing through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just can't go on without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my own I've tried to make the best of it alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done everything I can to ease the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only you can stop the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just no good without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without you, without you, without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just give me one day to call you Baby again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1256713932371839981-1833950585344827827?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1833950585344827827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=1833950585344827827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1833950585344827827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/1833950585344827827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-tell-me-what-should-i-do.html' title='Just Tell Me What Should I Do?'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlQGND5MfoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eGfFnqcSfFw/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-7646486830376307026</id><published>2007-05-23T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:31:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction To Our Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Okay. So, I guess it's time to introduce my contributors to my bloggie. My PALS! Okay.. Hehehe.. SO, there's my cute, adorable and CUNNING roomate from INTI- apparantly from Malacca too. Loh Tze Min.. Nyia nyiah.. Tada!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                   From left: Tze Min, Vanessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Picture taken, Night Before SAM Orientation 20o7 at MPH, INTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlPvYD5MfkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/024ih4QmO_A/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067657202363039298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlPvYD5MfkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/024ih4QmO_A/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Let me refresh how we first met. I have the slighest idea that she was coming to INTI too. Just met her here in INTI and balaboom! We're room mates. Ahaks. Okay so, I think it was 3 years ago when I was in Form 3(2004). Ouch. I sound old already. Hehee... We meet at Puspanita, Peringgit Malacca around 2-3 pm. Hahaa.. After much introduction from Madam Vijaya, I finally meet the Tze Min, Madam Vijaya was talking about. Weeehehhee.. Okay so, when it comes to Madam Vijaya, it always has to do with girl guides. -.-" Did I mention I miss her a lot? Hhaa. Okay. Back to main picture. We were among the 6 'calon' Queen Guides of Malacca and we first worked today with the Nyonya Dance. Lame right? Nyonya dance. Oh well, I'm a Nyonya myself and I couldn't have learnt about this dance if it wasn't for Girl Guides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Hmmm, so for over 2 years, our friendship GREW and we talked mostly about guides. I lost touch with her after we both got our Queen Guides award in Sabah. And I guess it was fate that brought us back together to sutdy here in INTI. XD Not to mention, spending every second, minute and hour of the day with her!! Hehee.. It's fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                    From Left: Christine Yap, Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                    Picture taken, 3 Days at Wisma Pandu Puteri at Ayer Keroh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                       Tol 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067661218157461074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlPzBz5MflI/AAAAAAAAAAY/al_gGgo7dYA/s320/PICT5500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Yap Siew Cyn. Wehehee.. My friend from Gajah Berang School, Malacca. Well, she may look serious most of the time but she's always the joke cracker - probably most of the time, her jokes are lame. But she's a sweet little girl. Let me recall, I first met her when I was in Form 4. Heard so much about her from Madam Vijaya. She was one of the 'Calon' Queen Guides too. From 6 'calon', there was only 4 left who actually got the award. Me, Tze Min, Christine and E-Shynn. I was kinda afraid of her at first because I thought she didn't liked me. I ignore talking to her. I was serious scared. But it was all over when we got quite close later when we team together for our queen guides task. She's currently in Singapore studying Resort Management. Haven't seen her for a long time. But I miss her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all about my two dear friends. And that's all for the introduction of those two. As for me, do I actually need an intro? Hahaha.. Nahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I'm the youngest among the rest! Hahaa.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-7646486830376307026?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7646486830376307026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=7646486830376307026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7646486830376307026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7646486830376307026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/introduction-to-our-blog.html' title='Introduction To Our Blog.'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlPvYD5MfkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/024ih4QmO_A/s72-c/DSC00042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-682103010642047602</id><published>2007-05-22T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:20:54.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEGINNING... of ?</title><content type='html'>hello Van...guess we just can't get away from each other huh? We are literally together every living second of our college lives..and now even in blogs..&lt;br /&gt;So there, as pathetic as it may sound, THIS IS SERIOUSLY MY FIRST BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me! Good improvement Tze Min, let's see how long you can keep this blog running.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067695290958101778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="51" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/RlQSBG96PRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oGp6k4Ar3u8/s400/images.jpg" width="87" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and why in the world would I wanna put this Yin-Yang thing here? no...i'm not that feng shui-ish, just that they always call us the yin and yang so i'm officially the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now!!! (get it? Van = Yin..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256713932371839981-682103010642047602?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/682103010642047602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=682103010642047602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/682103010642047602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/682103010642047602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/beginning-of.html' title='THE BEGINNING... of ?'/><author><name>Tze Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04946623723989509158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C182MwzDfs/SZr9C-VD_gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gu_M-VIMR4k/S220/IMG_2118(cropped).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0C182MwzDfs/RlQSBG96PRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oGp6k4Ar3u8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256713932371839981.post-7446363680735487080</id><published>2007-05-22T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:28:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlP6_z5MfmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5p0SFkLloKw/s1600-h/untitled12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067669979890744930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlP6_z5MfmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5p0SFkLloKw/s320/untitled12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Some people say we write blogs to express our feelings- to tell the world about what we actually are- what we actually are doing. I don't really agree with it. I don't blog for the sake of letting a certain someone to know about my life- that has changed. I finally realised that I blog to let my feelings out - all the feelings that has been traped inside of me all these while. I've finally let go an important part of my life - I know I'm going to regret it one day. But for the mean time, it goes okay.It is just going to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda cool if you think about it. Having a partner in crime - writting the same exact blog as you. Cool. Apparently. This way, we'll be able to keep in touch? Precisely what I thought. Okay, this is actually my little, tiny first blog. Toodles. Happy blogging Tze Min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1256713932371839981-7446363680735487080?l=girlswithdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7446363680735487080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256713932371839981&amp;postID=7446363680735487080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7446363680735487080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256713932371839981/posts/default/7446363680735487080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlswithdreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/change.html' title='The Change'/><author><name>Vanessa Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611350926178127398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/TKIJOZEpbDI/AAAAAAAABT8/gIb9ZUiYf-Y/S220/DSC01702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MiUKvr7a2M/RlP6_z5MfmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5p0SFkLloKw/s72-c/untitled12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
